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

"177,000 soul units..." Pythor's enormous eyes widened to their limits. For a moment, he forgot he was being attacked by six soul creatures. This time, he chose to believe Robin Burton.

SWOOSH SWOOSH The ten colossal silver swords had finished annihilating the purple cloud completely, shredding it to pieces. Without hesitation, they redirected toward Pythor with deadly intent.

KRRRRR Pythor shifted his head to glance toward the main battlefield. The mere friction of his scales as he moved created a sound that felt as though an entire village was shifting from its place.

Calculating everything Robin Burton had deployed so far—the ten swords, the Marshals, the Father Tree, and the 106 soul creatures that were as strong as high level martial emperors— the estimated total force would be around 75,000 soul units.

Grand Soul Master