Nobody knew where they came from , they carried the aura of destruction and the whole universe trembled at their might. 
 A young man bent on combating their evilness was born. He fought his way up. He was invicible , he was supreme , he had the system and he was the Lord of the martials

The martial lord

 Roy lay on the bed as his face was pale due to his injury . A middle aged man with a sharp aura stood beside him and looked at him with worry in his eyes. "You should have not clashed with Lorgan ". The man said . Roy tried to sit up but he could not as he was experiencing sever pain in his body . 


Although he had pale expression on his face but his gaze was firm as he looked into his father's face "Father , a swordmaster follows his heart and forge forward because fear of the unknown will make my sword rust and my will to waver . Must we fear them because they are stronger ". His father sighed as he closed his eyes and said "Son , this world is very complicated and when you have ties and responsibilities. you have to look out for everyone and not just yourself". 


Southern Extreme sword king