A Mysterious Figure Hiding Among The Clouds

OOOOM!!!

Although the Sword Saint neared the very peak of the Early Soul Transformation Realm, he still felt pressured underneath this new level of power Igron was exhibiting. Getting serious, Sword Saint performed a few warm-up slashes before unleashing the full extent of his Level 8 Sword Intent—an Intent that he had been honing for centuries.

"COME!!"

With a spazzing face, Igron blasted out with a volcano-like demonic aura. Its bloody, stifling tendrils whipped around with a mind of their own, alerting everyone in the Water Kingdom and Fire Kingdom of their existence.

Somewhere in the Fire Kingdom, a sinister-looking old man momentarily paused the rocking of his chair. His ancient gaze shifted in a certain direction, where crimson-colored energy tendrils had enveloped the skies.

"He has done it," said the old man, his voice hoarse and dissociated from reality. "This means that I'll finally be able to rest in peace. Soon. Very soon."