Paradise of Demonic Gods
“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants. “From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?” “Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!” His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered. He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart!
Engulf
Editor: Yukidaruma Translations
The ground was already covered with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.
The School of Sword Arts' Supreme Chief Heng Tianxiao stood amidst the pools of blood as he looked at the figure before him in great despair.
Even though he had already stepped into tier two of the Divine level and even though he could already move at akin to light speed, he still could not sense any hint of hope.
It was because the monster before him was even faster and stronger than him.
Inside this formation in the Imperial Capital—in this alternate world that was independent from the timeline—he was like a canary that was trapped in a bird cage, unable to even escape.
Standing before Heng Tianxiao, the Red Mage King smiled. With his thick finger, he gently poked off a Conferred Knight's parietal skull bones and sucked up the brain tissue like he was slurping up soup.