The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1429 "Krhehheheook!" From Derus Robert's mouth, dark blood and maggot-like souls spewed out. "H-how are you!" He trembled his chin soaked in black blood as he looked at Glenn Zieghart's calm face despite having wounded him. "This doesn't make sense!" Derus Robert screamed that he couldn't understand why Glenn Zieghart, who had suffered wounds that would kill him twice over, was still alive. Kwaaaaaaaang! Above Derus Robert's enraged scream, the Demonic Dragon's breath of destruction and Wrath's frost-infused fist strike collided, forming a galaxy-like massive purple sphere that condensed and then caused a tremendous explosion. Hooooooo! The world split black. As if true apocalypse had come, the distorted sky sucked in the earth, and the ground turned ashen and collapsed. A faint lightning flashed within the pit of destruction where the center of the Continent was being torn apart. It was Glenn Zieghart. The sword path he drew with his sword returned the world that was being erased in black to its original colors. "Well." Glenn lightly pushed away the shockwave that was collapsing heaven and earth with one hand as if he had come out for a walk. "It seems it's not yet time for the heavens to take me." He shook his head while lightly brushing off Derus Robert's blood from Heavenly Tremor. "Impossible..." Derus Robert chewed his blood-hardened lips. "Even Archangel Raphael couldn't stand with a body like that!" He trembled all over his body as if terrified and glared at Glenn. 'This doesn't make sense...' Derus Robert swallowed dry saliva while feeling a sharp pain as if he had put a chestnut burr in his mouth. 'That old man should have already died!' Glenn Zieghart had fallen to his surprise attack, his abdomen and Lower Dantian torn away, his soul split into five strands, and even suffered fatal injuries to his chest, shoulders, and legs. No matter how much of an absolute being he was, he had suffered wounds that would kill him three times over. Seeing him standing perfectly fine and swinging his sword like that, it became chilling as if his spine had frozen. 'His aura is as faint as if he's about to die. But...' Derus Robert held his breath as he felt the calm aura dwelling in Glenn's red eyes. 'Something has definitely changed.' Just now, Glenn hadn't used Soul Sword. He had simply cut ordinarily with Heavenly Tremor, but strangely, not only his body but even his soul was torn apart more than when hit by Soul Sword. Something generally impossible. There had definitely been an unknown change in Glenn Zieghart. "What exactly..." Derus Robert bared his teeth covered in blood. "What did you do! Glenn Zieghart!" He trembled his eyes for the first time as if he had never even imagined Glenn's revival. "You don't have a single bit of aura left!" Derus Robert showed veins in his brow as he looked over Glenn's body, whose Lower Dantian was torn away and didn't have even a grain of aura remaining. 'There's a dangerous smell...' He trembled his fingertips as he felt thousands of souls trapped within his body writhing in fear. 'It's as if every cell in my body is screaming. Could it be that realm...?' His breathing became violently labored as he had never thought he would feel fear toward an old man covered in wounds without a single bit of aura. Kwaaaaaaaang! As if sensing Derus Robert's fear, the Demonic Dragon of Destruction spread its wings and struck down dozens of flame flashes that lit up the dark sky. Hwaaaaaaa! The Monarch of Wrath created Water swords by gathering his fingers and erected a massive ice wall to freeze the flames of destruction that fell like a downpour. Zzzzzzzzzzzt! Once again, the eternal cycle was achieved where flames melted ice, and frost froze flames. Thud. Glenn stood at the center of Cameloon Plains where the battle between the Demonic Dragon of Destruction and the Monarch of Wrath was taking place with calm steps. Hoooook! Even though countless fragments of ice and flame were falling from the sky like a blizzard, not a single one touched him. It wasn't that Glenn was avoiding the flames of destruction and frost of wrath, but rather a mysterious sight as if the flow of this world was bypassing him. "I simply realized." When Glenn lowered Heavenly Tremor with a graceful posture like a painting, the earth that had been collapsing due to destruction and wrath stopped its collapse and rose quietly. "What a sword is, and what a swordsman is." * * * "Hoooo..." Glenn exhaled heavily and slowly lowered his eyes then opened them. 'Now I can feel it.' The breath of this world, and the flow of this world. Just as any living being breathes, this world was naturally breathing too. Until now, he hadn't been able to feel that breath, but at this moment, the flow of the world was approaching as clearly as if he could grasp it in his hands. 'If it's now...' Glenn raised Heavenly Tremor which didn't have a single strand of aura. 'It seems I can do anything.' Whether restoring the torn sky or raising the collapsed earth. When he raised Heavenly Tremor, the sky that had been distorted like a black hole from the collision between the Demonic Dragon of Destruction and the Monarch of Wrath began to regain its original form while rotating in spirals. 'Aura isn't important. What's important is...' The will dwelling in the sword. When Glenn lowered his sword again, the massive condensed force created by the collision of destruction's flames and wrath's frost split in half and melted away. If that had fallen to earth, half of the Zieghart swordsmen remaining on the ground would have been annihilated. "Heuuu..." Derus Robert widened his eyes as if shocked by Glenn cutting through destruction and wrath without any aura. He stepped back as his fear of Glenn seemed to deepen, repeatedly chattering his upper and lower teeth. "You truly made many preparations." Glenn looked up at the flames of destruction and frost of wrath endlessly clashing. "Thorough obsession for your purpose, chilling schemes, and patience that holds its breath until the very last moment. You have the qualifications to win." Though he was an enemy, he calmly stroked his chin saying he had no choice but to acknowledge Derus Robert. "However..." Glenn raised Heavenly Tremor and aimed it at Derus Robert. "That won't be today." He revealed heavily sunken eyes, saying that even though he acknowledged Derus Robert, he couldn't give him today's victory. "Shut up!" Derus Robert gritted his teeth to overcome the fear approaching from his very soul. 'I can't retreat here!' He had a sense of what Glenn's condition was. But he had poured countless time, manpower, resources, and even his own soul to create the current situation. He couldn't flee in a situation where everything was finished because of one old man like that. Wooooooooo! Derus Robert forcibly dragged out terrified souls and imbued them into his sword. He unleashed a sword strike imbued with death toward Glenn's chest, which was still dripping blood. Paaaaaaaa! It was a magnificent sight as the concept of death took the form of light and advanced to pronounce a death sentence on Glenn. Despite having fought intensely and suffered serious injuries, Derus Robert seemed to have strength left to unleash even fiercer sword strikes than at first. Kuguuuuuuu! Glenn exhaled calmly even while seeing absolute death falling upon him. For him who had realized the flow of the world, Derus Robert's sword strike appeared slower than a slug crawling or clouds drifting. Chwaaaaack! When Glenn lightly swung Heavenly Tremor whose light had dimmed, the death-imbued sword strike that had been falling magnificently like a descending night sky split diagonally, and even Derus Robert's chest behind it was cleaved. "Kryaaaaaaak!" Derus Robert screamed and collapsed while clutching the chest wound from which his soul was escaping. It was completely different from before when he would grin even with his limbs severed. "Ahhh..." He trembled all over his body as if the fear he had vaguely felt had now become clear. "I-it was real!" Derus Robert struggled to get up while showing an ecstatic smile. "You realized the flow of this world and reached that realm!" Despite the urgent situation, he applauded as if a close friend had gained enlightenment. "You're the second person in a thousand years to reach that realm! Glenn Zieghart!" Derus Robert folded his fingers as if he had really lived for a thousand years, saying only two people had achieved Glenn's realm. "..." Glenn maintained a calm expression even while looking at Derus Robert laughing madly. Both of them were showing reactions that weren't typical. "Glenn Zieghart! You have become a martial god who can accomplish everything with a single sword. However..." Derus Robert giggled and placed his hand on the wound Glenn had inflicted. "You can no longer remain in this world. No, you can't even swing a sword anymore!" He said that because he had gained too much power as a human, he couldn't stay in this world, while healing his wounds. "You're a martial god who can cut the world, but it means you can't draw that sword!" Derus Robert twisted his lips while looking at Glenn becoming as hazy as if he would disappear at any moment. "You're right." Glenn calmly nodded his head. "What...?" Derus Robert swallowed dry saliva thinly while looking at Glenn's calm expression. "Even now the heavens are calling me." Glenn looked up at a sky higher and deeper than the heavenly realm the Angels had descended from and steadied his breath. "It's beckoning me to abandon this body immediately and come to a higher place. No, it's grabbing my soul and forcibly pulling it out." He slightly furrowed his brow as if he could feel invisible hands pulling out his soul. "As expected!" Derus Robert realized his prediction had been confirmed and smiled while baring his teeth. "You feel omnipotent that you can do everything, but your body will be so heavy that it's difficult to swing even a sword. Now it's all over..." It was when Derus Robert was waving his hand in mockery while still feeling fear toward Glenn. "However..." Glenn Zieghart raised Heavenly Tremor with his fading body. The sword, which had not been damaged by a single edge despite countless battles, was raised toward the sky following its master's will. "I will not go." His body that had been fading like mist emitted a blade-like sharp light and regained its original color. "I am the Destructive King of the North, Glenn Zieghart." Glenn's sword fell following the flow of heaven, earth, and human. Heaven, Earth, Human. The ultimate Martial Will he had pursued his entire life cut through the visible and the invisible. "I will decide my own path."