No Regrets

On the highest platform on Void Mountain's peak, the most forbidden area in the Void Empire stood a black-garbed man with rapt attention. With a gaze that penetrated anything that stood in its way.

High above the clouds, the sun hung on the space, flooding the land below in its warm glow, illuminating the world.

The man took deep breaths as he kept thinking about his current situation, light of unknown origins flickering inside of his eyes, unseen to everyone including himself.

A foul wind stirred, wreathing with endless howls of agony from the scattered ghosts on the void mountain's peak.

The wind picked up the man's elegant hair, revealing a demonic face behind it. His pair of spiral dragon horns on his forehead shined with a metallic luster, piercing towards the sky, sharp and imposing. His red pupils revealed dominance and indifference.

"Yone, quietly surrender and I'll make sure to give you a quick death!"

With a devilish smirk that frightened the experts surrounding him, he lightly laughed in ridicule, disgust displayed on his face at a single glance.

" Do you think taking me down is as easy as killing an ordinary expert?" With each word he uttered, power kept surging through his whole body, the blood that he already lost already condensed into tiny balls that rotated around him.

" If it's only you, then killing you is but a walk in the park for me!" He roared as the tiny balls of blood shoot in all directions, threatening to turn everyone around him into specks of dust.

" Old friend, aren't you bullying our elders a bit too much?" An ancient voice of unfathomable strength sounded.

Suddenly, all the balls of blood burst into thin air, turning into nothingness.

With a space-rending sound, three flashes of light appeared. As the light scattered, there stood three figures radiating ruthless power.

...

Yone was clad in tattered black robes that had been torn to shreds due to the countless exchanges with his enemies. His hair was disheveled and his entire body was covered in blood.

He looked around.

The bloody robes waved lightly in the mountain breeze.

For a moment, Yone resembled a god of war who descended to the mortal world to demonstrate how fights were really fought.

Fresh blood flowed from the numerous wounds on the body. Just by standing there for a short while, Yone had already accumulated a large pool of blood beneath his feet, slowly spreading around him like a red stream.

Enemies surrounded him all around.

It was obvious at a glance that escape is but a dream that will never be attained.

His death was assured.

Yone had already realized that his death was inevitable the moment the three figures appeared. Yet, his eyes showcased no emotions whatsoever.

It was as if the person who was about to die had nothing to do with him.

His gaze was quiet, his eyes like a bottomless void tunnel, so deep that there seemed to be no end to it.

The major guilds of justice that had surrounded him were just the experienced elders, anyone below that title would not be a match for him and only serve as cannon fodder.

Those guilds who were confident about killing him would not risk their future generations and talents for no reason, which is why the three old monsters standing behind them had to come in person.

The elders aren't enough to take someone of Yone's power and deep cultivation level.

Around the heavily surrounded Yone, everyone roared, shouting and sneering with light gleaming in their eyes.

If not for the fact that the three old monsters showed up, these elders would be acting like frightened chickens on a chopping board.

Yone lightly laughed seeing this scene, his heart enjoying his last moments.

None dared to move.

Strong-willed?

Heroes?

The injured who had already lost a few limbs and could sacrifice themselves for the great of good?

Everyone was afraid of Yone's last attack.

Even though a lot of them knew that he was on the verge of death, they were still afraid to lose their lives and disregard the future fame that would come along with killing the Great Devil Yone.

Everyone was awaiting the three figures to take a move, fully acknowledging that their interference was but a futile attempt that would never succeed.

The elders attacking Yone would be like an egg thrown at a rock, instantly crashed by the sheer difference of strength.

For hours this tense moment went on until the evening came, the sun casting its rays upon the side of the mountain. At that moment, it was as if the place was burning in fire.

Yone, who had been sitting still as a statue the entire time, slowly turned his body.

Each inch of movement sent shockwaves of intense pain through every fiber of his body. Yet, Yone's face did not change.

What was pain?

It was but an illusion created by the mind to protect his body from further injuries.

Yone knew this much, hence he didn't care about such urging alarms. His death was assured and such things were pointless to think about or feel at this moment.

The experienced elders immediately took a few steps back the moment they noticed the slight change in his body.

By now the gray mountain rock beneath Yone's feet had long been stained a deep red. Due to losing too much blood, his face had become deathly pale; in the afterglow of the sunset, it suddenly had a brilliant luster upon it.

Looking at the setting sun, Yone slightly laughed. 

A tear escaped his left eye as he looked at the sky with a deep gaze.

As he did that, memories of his life emerged before his eyes.

He was originally a young man who strived to be a hero like every other person around him. That happened hundreds of years ago,

So many memories that were buried deep inside the heart began to relive themselves, sprouting into life before his eyes.

"I failed in the end." Yone sighed in his heart emotionally, yet there were no regrets.

He knew that such an ending was coming, whether it was today or tomorrow nothing would change. When he made his decision in the beginning, he had prepared himself for this.

To be a demon is to be merciless and cruel, a murderer and destroyer. There is no place in heaven or earth for such a thing – turning into an enemy to the world, still having to face the consequences.

"If I didn't see the true colors of people in my younger days, I would have been blinded and naively followed the fake path of justice like everyone, always weak and fragile, kept in the dark."

"Even if the next life exists, I shall still be a demon!" With this thought, Yone let out a loud laugh before shifting his gaze to the three figures in front of him.

"Heavenly Grandmaster of Space, since all of you came here to save your elders and take my head, are you gonna keep watching for long?" His eyebrows shook as he asked in a ridiculing tone.

"Humph, Crazed Demon, Yone, isn't it obvious why we waited this long?" An old man stroked his beard as he gave a look of disdain.

"I do not know what you mean old geezer," Yone sounded out with a smirk.

"Sigh, considering our old friendship and adventures together, I wanted to give you enough time to repent," Another old man with long red hair flowing behind his back said.

Yone only spit his blood hearing their words, the gleaming light in his eyes proving that he will not yield no matter what happens tonight.

In the next second, all three of the figures attacked in union.

Bang!

With a loud bang, all kinds of spells were thrown at him.

At a glance, it was as if a great war between 2 huge armies was taking place in this mountain range.

Yet, upon taking a closer look.

People will only see a young man in black clothes painted with red being engulfed with countless lights full of energy.