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

 "Imperial sword race !". Elvis looked at the humanoid figure with golden eyes , a sword shaped symbol on his forehead and pure white hair . 


 The race looked just like a human and the aura the being exhuded was just like a sharp unsheathed sword . 


 "Please advise me ". Elvis cupped his fists together and bowed . Boooom!! raging sword laws started to bellow around the body of Elvis , forming a roaring sword storm . 


 "You are not worthy to fight me yet ". His opponent looked at him with a trace of disdain and said coldly . 


 "I don't waste my time fighting with weaklings ". The young man just folded his arms and looked at Elvis calmly without any intention of fighting at all . 


 The expression of Elvis turned a bit ugly when he heard the statement of his opponent. This was the first time someone actually called him a weakling . 


 While he was not invincible in the same cultivation realm, he was confident that his strength was at least ranked at the very top . 


Opening of the last floor of the trial tower (2)