“I possess an immortal body. Though the Three Realms are vast and the universe endless, never has anyone been able to contend with me.” The dark figure lay quietly atop the molten lava, playfully scooping up a handful of scorching, crimson magma. “You, a mere wandering soul, think you can slay me with your sword?”
A chilling aura clung tightly to the cold-glinting longsword. The sword-wielding youth stood suspended in midair, the curve of his lips even more wanton and wild than the Demon Lord himself: “Logan Carter, do you dare to accept my challenge?”
“Hahahaha! Dare not?” Logan Carter threw his head back in laughter, the blazing magma in his palm suddenly searing, flames condensing in the air into a crimson longsword. The surging heat made the youth’s robes tremble. “Scarlet Earth youth, those useless fools in the Heavenly Realm named you the God of War, and you dare to shout at me like this? I suppose you must have some skill.”
Logan Carter narrowed his eyes with a faint smile. He stood up, his long silver-white hair trailing to his ankles. With a single step, the volcano beneath his feet seemed to tremble in fear.
“As it happens, today is rather dull.” Logan Carter said, raising his wrist, the flaming longsword covering half his face, making the demonic energy in his phoenix eyes even more intense. “Let me then...