TruthTeller

Robin Burton is a young man who grow with everything anyone can hope for, immense talent for cultivation, sharp mind, a wealthy family that will stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything except the willingness to take them.

"Why would I take the same route as my ancestors ? why should I become stronger? to beat this and compete with that..?! THAT IS NOT WHAT I WAS BORN FOR!!" 

Robin didn't want to compete with young masters, so he made an army and started invading planets.

Lord of the Truth

Robin... discovered a critical flaw in his combat style.

"Hoooff--!!" Pythor exhaled forcefully towards the ground, his powerful breath filled with purple venom instantly clearing all the dust lingering in the air and continuing to surge rapidly in all directions. The sheer force of the breath caused the ground to crack beneath him, sending small debris flying like shrapnel. In this situation, even if Robin tried to use a time blink, the winds carrying the Law of Corrosion would still strike him without mercy!

Swoooosh "...." Robin remained in place, watching the advancing wall of wind rushing toward him at the speed of sound with a distant gaze, his eyes reflecting a mix of calculation and uncertainty. Then, he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible, "...I refuse to believe this..."

Soul Masters' fighting style