Paragon Of Sin

SHIING! 

A familiar saber howl resounded, causing the hearts and minds of everyone to halt. An armored figure rushed towards the back of the Legion Commander with extreme speed! With a saber in hand, he sliced it forward with indomitable might! 

It was the Spirit of War! 

"As if I believed you," the Legion Commander's voice exploded throughout the world, and he turned completely around like an eerie phantom, reaching out to grab the wrist of the armored soldier's saber wielding hand. 

NO!

They all paled. 

The Legion Commander didn't hesitate to drop the head in his hand, turning palm into a saber; he thrusted fiercely towards the mere mortal before him, plunging his hand into his heart. A splash of gray blood sprayed out uncontrollably! 

"That's more consistent," the Legion Commander sneeringly mocked. After all, Wei Wuyin's blood was gray! When that arrow hit him, the impact caused him to spit out bits of blood and it wasn't crimson! As for pretending to be his ally, he figured it out the moment he noticed the body beneath wasn't moving the slightest. 

However, he must applaud the effort and planning. Wei Wuyin's tactics would have been somewhat effective if it not for this easily overlooked detail! Whether it was timing or execution, Wei Wuyin was absolutely flawless. That saber was just a single centimeter from the Legion Commander's chest. If he had been immersed in his emotions of fulfilled vengeance, perhaps it would've worked. 

While he didn't know how Wei Wuyin perfectly disguised himself as a Spirit of War, it was an impeccable, indistinguishable disguise. Unfortunately, before intellect, instinct, and power, all these schemes were useless. And the Legion Commander lacked none of it.

"Still a young fool, a tiny mortal. Even if you stabbed me in the heart, I'd have lived. I am not a typical being, my heart is no longer my vital organ. You should've at least gone for the head." As if a wise sage teaching a student, the Legion Commander said. As an Earthly Saint, his existence had changed on a fundamental level, even Mystic Star Phase cultivators couldn't be easily killed by piercing the heart.

The disguised Wei Wuyin as a Spirit of War fiercely yet futilely struggled as the lifeforce slowly seeped out of his body. He even went so far as to spit out wads of gray blood in the Legion Commander's face. Yet this only accelerates the blood loss, yet he vomited out more fluids that drenched the Legion Commander as his eyes seemingly bulged almost out of his sockets. Those black irises of his staring daggers at the Legion Commander! 

The Legion Commander only indifferently watched, allowing him to witness the last moments of the one who caused his army to fall. The Legion Commander couldn't help but feel emotional. This was a terrifying talent of war, completely devastating an elite army alone. It was too bad that he couldn't take that final step. Too bad. 

The body in the hole stopped squirming, completely lifeless. Feeling the lack of resistance, he felt neither euphoric nor at peace, just...empty. He lost his entire army, his whole family, and the one responsible had perished by his hands justly. Yet he felt hollow. 

What was victory if it cost everything? It was his uselessness as a Legion Commander that caused this disaster. He decided to reflect on himself, and when given a new army later, he'd be sure to train them correctly. If one thought he should follow along with his fallen soldiers due to his responsibility, they wouldn't be wrong, yet the Legion Commander felt hollow, not remorse or sadness. 

His army was a tool of war just like any other, and so were their lives. He didn't blink as they died or tried to save a single being by risking his own life despite having the greatest combat strength even while subjected to the poison mixture, all so he didn't suffer an unexpected demise. 

Just as the forlorn emotion swelled in the hearts of every last being, the sounds of faint breaking earth resounded from a location extremely close to the Legion Commander. This caused the Legion Commander's breathing to halt; he turned to see a figure that should be dead!

Wei Wuyin's handsome visage was slowly revealed, slinking upwards from the earth as if he was one with it, sporting his signature pristinely white gambeson, saber, and all! Furthermore, he seemed relatively unharmed! Moreover, his eyes were tightly shut.

"Thanks for the advice," Wei Wuyin honestly said. The Legion Commander turned his head, and his eyes widened slightly. Two decoys? What?!

However, he felt that Wei Wuyin was incredibly foolish to reveal himself while he was entirely unhindered by that strange poison! 

Wei Wuyin only said four words, "Worked once, worked again." When those words were said, three imposing auras simultaneously manifested in the sky above the two figures in close proximity! 

Eden!

Kratos!

Ori!

King!

The last originated from his saber; all thirteen rings formed and spun wildly! 

Five seconds…

That was all he had left. With a single step, he executed the Fixed Soul Spell. This action caused the Legion Commander to circulate his mystic power, his body about to unleash an extremely oppressive force upon Wei Wuyin's mortal body yet his body unnaturally halted. 

No…

Oh no…

No no no!

When he felt the poison acting up within his body, triggered by his own actions, his eyes bulged as even he felt the World Devouring Rose and Myriad Gravestone Poison raw mixture activated. Furthermore, it seemed far, far more concentrated and potent than before! 

Confused, his eyes bulged as the edge of a saber came into his view, aiming for his neck as he had advised. The more of his energy he tried to exert, the more was devoured and the weaker he became. He felt unfathomable fear! 

Then it dawned on him.

He felt the warm gray blood on his face, on his skin, dripping down his armor. He had thought Wei Wuyin was dead! Furthermore, he had established safeguards; how did this happen?! Why was he so careless?! How could this have happened?!  He couldn't understand or accept it at all!

WHY?!

SHIING!!!

A dragon-head helmet wearing head shot into the air, inundated by saber light and thoroughly annihilated. 

The last Spirit of War, an invincible existence on the battlefield, met its end at a mortal's saber.

The world was utterly silent.