All the demonic angels hovering in the sky simply glanced down upon George, and seeing that he was human, they suddenly went wild. They're eyes had attained a strange ethereal glow as they dove down.
George dropped his grin and smirked coldly with his brows raised. Who did these demonic angels think he was? Some weak or brainless mortal?
Hehe, after cultivating for hundreds of years and comprehending thousands of skills and techniques, he was no longer on the level of an ordinary mortal - no matter how many folds his strength dropped by.
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All he needed to do was recall, digest, master and execute the manifestation of his power. That is the difference between a weakling and a monster - he need not suffer to petty things for he had them all.
He was simply invincible. Even if he couldn't cultivate or not, and nothing could change that.
[User Mastered 100+ Skills!]
[User Upgraded From to !]
George didn't even glance at the system notification, he simply stared at the descending demonic angels and the trees around him. After building up energy, he leaped towards his first target with all his might.
Following the explosion of that tree, George was propelled upwards at insane speeds. He simply drew out his sword in the middle of the air, and began his onslaught with a cold expression on his face.
"Slash!" "Slash!" "Slash!"
George was ruthless, hacking at the limbs of those he crossed paths with, he had neatly immobilized the descending angels - and the gore and body parts were allowed to rain upon the forest.
Angels descending and him ascending, George didn't waste time in sending them to their true destination. First wings, then other body parts, he made sure that none would find it easy to escape him.
Soon, some angels broke their descent and attempted to fly away, but George who had taken this action into account from the start frowned grimly and he forced a spin mid-air - sending a torrential wave of crescent shaped sword qi at the escaping angels.
Any angel that got touched by the dangerous sword qi, would be instantly torn in two fine halves and left to die with their bodies slowly descending just like the others - their cries and pleas were not heard by George who had entered a mode of slaughter.
[Demonic Angels Killed - 14/10!]
[ updated to !]
[Summarizing Too Much Information On , Cutting Out Unnecessary Details And Skills]
[Complete!]
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"Okay?"
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[Username - George]
[Lv ???] [HP ???] [Mana ???] [Cultivation Base - Mortal Soul Supreme] [Cultivation Potential - Weak] [Class - Weakling >> [Warrior «locked»] [EXP - 1400/999,999, 999]
[-Skills, Summarized-]
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[Chaos Arts, 99+] [Cold Arts, 99+] [Celestial Code, 99+] [Immoral Demon Steps, 99+] [Spirit Symbiote Arts, 99+] [Evolving Devourer Arts, 2] [Immortal Arts, 99+] [Overpowered Weakling Arts, 99+]
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[Main Skills]
[Rage and Carnage, 0/100 - After Finishing 10 Consecutive Kills, User Has A Chance To Enter A State Of Primordial Bloodlust! Duration Can Be Extended By Continuous Kills]
[Revival, 100/100 - Attain Revival Points By Devouring , Once Revival Hits Zero, User Would Be Unable To Revive And Fall Into A Deep Slumber]
[Supreme Qi Cultivation, 0/1000 - Continuous Cultivation Of Supreme Qi To Level Up At Insane Speeds, XP For Levelling Up Is A Bonus Gained From Devoted Cultivation Of A Specified Dao Path]
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[Spirit Symbiotes, 0/10: None]
[Partial Bonds, 1/50: None]
[Forced Bonds, 1/5: Al'Hazrel (By Blood)]
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George drew in a mouthful of air, staring off into the sky with his entire body relaxed completely. He was a bit happy being able to bask freely in the moonlight, but his elated expression was wiped away after a few seconds.
"System, a bonded symbiote, although the process isn't complete is unable to wander too far away from it's master, am I right?"
[Yes, that is correct.]
George didn't waste any more time on the system, he simply turned his head around to glare at a shaken shadow in the distance. His cold glare seemed to have frozen the atmosphere at that moment.
"Come out, I don't have time to deal with you right now."
Shivering in fear with her small frame cloaked in the darkness, Al'Hazrel dared not step outside to face the terrifying wrath of the dangerous human. Her back was already drained in sweat, and her fingers were shaky already.
She had tried to escape, and didn't really have any intention of coming back. But, just a few miles away from George, she suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her head and and body going weak.
The feeling was like someone had hammered her down with a mountain, and all the organ in her body exploded. She was unable to take a single step forward, and nearly collapsed.
She had ran back only to witness a complete massacre of her race, and could only watch in fear as her brothers and sisters were killed without remorse. Maybe if she hadn't been so stupid and attracted their attention, maybe they would have lived a little longer.
"W—why did you kill them in such a horrible way?"
George's lips lifted into a sneer and he simply shook his head before answering, "If I was begging them to spare my life, or the life of my loved ones would they spare them or would they let me go?"
It's a simple rule, the strong prey on the weak and no matter the viewpoint, no matter was aspect your better in, you being in an advantage gives you the authority to deal with those beneath you.
"Why did you kill them, and let me live?" Al'Hazrel asked, her eyes shimmering in a strange light. She was skeptical, he killed both male and female, but why didn't he kill her in the beginning?
"Why? You really want to know why I didn't kill you?" George sat up and sighed, his lashes drooped to shield the light that flashed past his eyes in the next second,
"Unlike them, you were very useful to me. It would be very difficult killing you now, after that stupid stunt you pulled earlier on."
Al'Hazrel thought back to when she bit his hand out of rage, and frowned. How was that related to her inability to run away from him? He seemed to be hiding something and that was a key answer to her problems.
George stared at the starry sky for a few more minutes before letting out a sigh and standing up completely to pick up his sword and sheath it in it's scabbard. After doing that, he turned around and began to walk away.
"If you don't want to show yourself fine, we're leaving this place."
George sighed.
"And I'm going home."