Two million millennia ago, the greatest historical event had happened in the Martial World. One man donning a suit of red armor challenged all the sect’s power, all the way down in the Southern Continent and as well as up in the Northern Continent. Not backing down from this challenge for the first time, all of the strongest cultivators from each continent gathered and teamed up, to defeat this one man.
In a desolated land located in the Central Continent, A man was facing a force of hundreds, not Demonic Beast, but the strongest cultivators from each continent having the a cultivation standard of Peak Devil Realm and some even reaching Base Regis Realm. Nonetheless, all of them are considered as top experts of the Martial World that was given respect everywhere they go. And, suddenly, out of thin air, a man, one man, dared challenged them all, this caused great anger to surge within their hearts, for the first time, in a long time they have been disrespected. But, at the same time, they we’re happy, the road of cultivation is filled with hardships, and fighting was one of those hardships.
“What are you weaklings waiting for? Are you not going to attack this old man? Or are you just scared?” the man in red armor shouted.
When the hundreds of cultivators heard this, their anger grew, this man actually dare call them weak. Almost in an instant everyone released their aura and targeted it towards the man, however their hope in crushing this man with their combined aura was instantly crushed. All of the cultivators had shock expression, the man was not effected at all, standing tall and proud, without anything bothering him. The man was getting impatient, and without wasting any more time, his expression got serious and started to walk towards the hundreds of cultivators.
Out of fear, some tried to escape, but for a reason unknown to them, they have already fallen for the trap. There was no escape, only a fight to the death, only one would survive this ordeal, it is either them of him. Realizing this, they still had hope for they have hundreds of expert’s side by side, working together to face this threat. In an instant the man was already half way, until he has reached the hundred cultivators, not wanting to wait for the man, a rash Middle Devil Realm cultivator rushed towards the man with blazing red fists.
Seeing this, the man stopped in his tracks and awaited the cultivator to arrive with the attack. As soon as the cultivator arrived in front of the man and threw his blazing fist at him, it was easy stopped by the man. The cultivators face paled, as the man’s gripped tightened, and within seconds the cultivator was lifted up and slammed down hard to the ground, and now, unable to be recognized by anyone. The man turned his now cold gaze towards the rest of the cultivators and resumed walking towards near them.
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The cultivators did not dare be rash as the last guy but, with nothing left in their hands to play and doing nothing would be just a disgrace. They all simultaneously launch themselves at the man wearing a red armor. Seeing this, brought a smile to the man behind the helm, and launch himself in return to the hundreds of cultivators, all the while laughing in glee.
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The battle place of the man and hundred cultivators was now, even more desolate than before. The man wearing the red armor, was standing in front of the last person alive other than him. The man grabbed the Base Regis Realm, Old Cultivator by the neck, and stared him at the eye with great anger and disdain. The old cultivator feeling this oppressive aura, did not know what he had done to offend such a powerful person.
“If you kill me, do you think you can get away with it? My Li Clan Ancestors will come out and definitely take revenge for me!” the old cultivator said with such great confidence. Even in such a dire situation the old cultivator still dared to be brave and actually aggravate the man further.
Without even paying heed to what the old cultivator he simply crushed the throat of the old cultivator before the corpse was now laying down on the ground, lifeless. Being covered and surrounded by a sea of blood, corpses and body parts everywhere, the man removed his helmet, which revealed a handsome middle-aged man, who has a sad yet, fulfilled expression.
Looking at his surrounding once more, a smile appeared on his face and started to walk away from the blood bath he had created.
The Incident everybody knows about, but no one talks about. The death of hundreds of Top Martial Cultivators from all the continents. All caused by one man.
A Legend was born, from that day. And a Legend that will not be forgotten.