In a magnificent palace tucked away within a completely isolated reality, a horrific night shrouded the entire dynasty.
The pungent, metallic stench of blood hung heavy in the air, intermingling with a chilling aura of death.
Across the pristine white marble steps, the corpses of hundreds of royal guards lay scattered, their bodies mangled and severed into multiple pieces like butchered scraps in a slaughterhouse.
Fresh blood still gushed from their wounds, staining the splendid solid gold reliefs in a brilliant crimson.
Amidst the blood-drenched great hall, the queen and a young prince sat huddled together in a corner.
Trembling violently from head to toe, their tears mixing with cold sweat, their eyes bulged with absolute horror as they witnessed the cataclysmic carnage unfolding right before them.
At the center of the hall, the supreme king of the realm knelt prostrate on the floor, his forehead pressed deep into a pool of blood, desperately begging for his life in utter futility.
THUD…
THUD…
Deliberate footsteps splashed through the pools of blood.
Seated arrogantly upon the throne that symbolized absolute, supreme power was a man.
He wore a heavy, dense, ash-gray trench coat.
As he leaned slightly, the inverted cross logo embroidered in blood-red thread on the back of his coat was revealed, radiating a suffocating, malevolent pressure.
Even more sickeningly, the man casually rested both of his feet on the back of the First Prince.
The once-noble crown prince was now forced into a demeaning position, crawling on all fours like a dog.
His spine let out ominous creaks under the weight, his entire body trembling violently, not daring to utter a single syllable.
Right then, from the palace entrance, a subordinate dressed in an elegant black suit stepped over the mounds of corpses.
Dropping to one knee before the throne, he reported with profound reverence:
— “My Lord, we have just received a classified report…
Cheon Do-jin and Jiang Fengmo…
The man in the gray coat lightly lifted his eyes.
His face remained entirely impassive, devoid of a single ripple at the demise of the two powerful fighters.
He spoke flatly, his low-pitched voice carrying an inherent majesty that physically warped the surrounding air:
— “Hmm?
Is that such a monumental matter that you must rush to report it to me?
It’s for the best that those two weaklings are dead anyway.
Frankly, I was already planning to hunt them down and slaughter them myself…”
Propping his chin in his hand, he lightly tapped his finger against the armrest of the throne, inquiring coldly:
— “But…
who was the one capable of killing them?”
The subordinate in the black suit swallowed hard, bowing his head even lower:
— “My Lord…
word has it that the perpetrator was Kuroko Akaisin!”
CHUCKLE…
HEH…
HAHAHAHA!
The man in the gray coat paused for a fraction of a second, then suddenly erupted into boisterous laughter.
His manic, arrogant laughter echoed throughout the cavernous, empty hall, terrifying the kneeling king below into slamming his head even harder against the floor until his forehead split open, blood streaming down his face.
That outdated old geezer?
I figured he had rotted away in some godforsaken ditch ages ago.
To think he’s still drawing breath up until now!
Interesting, truly fascinating!”
CRUNCH!!!
He suddenly stood up.
The raw force from his combat boots violently slammed downward, utterly crushing the spine of the First Prince beneath him.
Before the prince could even utter a single shriek, his life was snuffed out, his internal organs erupting from his mouth.
He leisurely stepped down the blood-slicked stairs, his ruthless, bloodthirsty gaze sweeping over the trembling royal family who knelt in desperate supplication.
A volatile torrent of black Sophion erupted from his frame, completely locking down the oxygen within the grand hall, causing the survivors’ eyes to roll back in agonizing pain.
The man in the gray coat bared his teeth in a savage grin—a smile that carried the absolute omen of total annihilation:
— “Now, the Divine Sophion Art sect is truly extinct!”
— “Old man Akaisin cleared the path for me…
Perhaps it’s finally time for me to personally put an end to this entire generation of garbage!”
THE LEGENDARY GEN-PRIMAL KING — KUSANAGI TAKERU
END OF CHAPTER 10.1
“Born a King, why should I ever bow?” “Whenever I lower my head, it is only to look upon those vanquished at my feet.” “Whenever I raise my eyes, it is to reach for an even higher sky.”