Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Red Hand II

Aiden glanced at Berlin, a teasing smirk curling on his lips. “Guess I’ve killed plenty of your kind too,” he said casually.

“Humph, do you really think I’ll believe that?” Berlin scoffed, creating another set of poisonous swords. “Finding a Poison Saint like me is as rare as finding a true gem.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong,” Aiden waved his hand dismissively. “I meant the filthy demonic kind you’re associated with.”

Berlin’s expression darkened, fury flickering in his eyes. “How dare you accuse me of being a demonic cultivator!” he roared, his voice laced with venom. The poisonous swords around him crackled with deadly energy, ready to strike.

Aiden remained unfazed, his smirk never faltering. “Oh, come on now, it’s written all over your aura. You reek of it,” he said, his tone mocking. “I’m not here to debate your character, though. Let’s get this over with.”

With a wave of his hand, Aiden summoned a radiant light, the power of his Law of Light clashing against Berlin’s poisonous clouds. The air trembled as their forces collided, sparks flying between the two.

Berlin sneered, “You underestimate me, boy. I’ll end you right here!” The poisonous swords lunged toward Aiden with blinding speed, each blade carrying the force of death itself.

Aiden sidestepped effortlessly, his movements fluid as he countered with beams of pure light that shattered the poisonous weapons. “You’re too slow, old man,” Aiden taunted. “If this is the best you’ve got, maybe I should just end this now.”

Berlin’s face twisted in rage. “I’ll show you real power!” He unleashed a massive wave of violet poison that surged toward Aiden, the ground sizzling and melting under its touch.

Aiden raised an eyebrow, then casually extended his hand. The wave of poison halted mid-air, suspended by Aiden’s control over space. “Impressive… for a mortal,” Aiden said with a cold smile before snapping his fingers.

The poison dissipated into harmless particles, leaving Berlin staring in disbelief. “W-what?!” he stammered.

Aiden’s gaze hardened. “I’m done playing. Time to end this.”

Aiden raised his hand, and in an instant, the space around Berlin warped and twisted. Invisible forces tightened, wrapping around the Saint like a vice. Berlin struggled, eyes wide with panic, as the very fabric of space began to crush him slowly.

“Y-you can control space this well?!” Berlin gasped, his body trembling as he tried to break free. He conjured more poisonous fumes, attempting to erode the spatial bonds, but Aiden’s grip only tightened further.

“You made a mistake, Berlin,” Aiden said coldly. “You should’ve run when you had the chance.”

Berlin’s bones creaked under the immense pressure. His once-immense aura began to flicker, his strength draining as the space around him constricted like an unyielding cage. He let out a guttural scream, thrashing in vain as Aiden continued to squeeze the space around him, slowly, deliberately.

“You brought this on yourself,” Aiden said, his tone emotionless. “Now, you’ll see what true despair feels like.”

Berlin’s roars of defiance faded into gasps for air, his body now crushed under the weight of Aiden’s spatial control. The mighty Saint, feared by many, was now nothing more than a broken shell, trapped in Aiden’s grasp, powerless to stop his inevitable demise.

Soon, Berlin’s body was crushed into pulp, reduced to a mist of blood, until only his soul remained, desperately trying to escape. But Aiden, with an effortless motion, grabbed hold of it too.

Berlin stared at Aiden in sheer horror, shouting, “Impossible! How do you have Soul Law too? What kind of monster are you?” His voice was filled with frustration and undisguised envy.

Most Saints would only master a single Law, as comprehending more than one was almost impossible without specific opportunities. Finding places where one could grasp even a single Law was rare enough. To Berlin, Aiden wielding three Laws meant he must possess access to some secret realm—a treasure trove for comprehending Laws, akin to how Berlin had mastered the Poison Law within the sacred grounds of his Guild.

“Ahahahaha! You fool! You should’ve killed me outright!” Berlin cackled, despite his dire situation. “I’ve already sent word back. They’ll come for you, and when they do, they’ll take your precious secret realm and rip it from your hands!” His laughter grew maniacal, confident in his message’s reach.

Aiden, however, only looked at him with mild confusion. He didn’t have any secret realm—he could create his own whenever he wanted.

“I don’t have any Secret realm” Aiden looked at him and said.

“Impossible, you are lying there is no way you can comprehend laws without it” Berlin shouted.

“I can make my own secret realm, of Whatever Law I wants” Aiden shrugged as he looked at him.

Berlin’s soul twisted with envy and rage, his face distorting in the last moments of his existence. But alas, there would be no more time for him to relay his tale.

After extracting Berlin’s comprehension of the Poison Law and storing it within himself, Aiden turned his gaze toward the Immortal Emperor. The Emperor swallowed hard, his throat dry as Aiden’s eyes locked onto him.

“This…” The Emperor stammered, attempting to speak but finding no words that could possibly escape the situation he was in.

“Go on,” Aiden said casually, waving his hand dismissively. “Call the others.”

With that, Aiden calmly returned to his previous spot, sitting atop the head of the Ancestor statue once again, entirely at ease. This time, he pulled out a book from the Poison Saint’s storage ring. The book detailed a Law skill involving Poison, typically something only accessible to Divine Realm cultivators. However, it wouldn’t hurt to learn it early, even while in the Saint Realm.

The Immortal Emperor trembled, utterly unsure of how to proceed.

An hour passed in tense silence as Aiden continued calmly reading the book. The atmosphere in the city was heavy, with none daring to disturb him. Finally, Aiden paused, his eyes lifting from the pages. He glanced at the Immortal Emperor, his expression chilling.

“Call the others, or your end will be worse than the Saint’s,” Aiden said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion. The threat sent a shiver down the Emperor’s spine.

Nodding rapidly like a frightened hen, the Immortal Emperor hurriedly scrambled to summon reinforcements, desperation clear in his every movement.

The Immortal Emperor fumbled as he activated a communication talisman, his hands shaking in fear. Aiden watched him with disinterest, flipping through the pages of the poison law book as if the Emperor’s struggle was nothing more than background noise.

Minutes later, a rumble filled the air as several figures appeared in the sky, each one exuding an overwhelming presence. These were powerful cultivators, all drawn by the Emperor’s urgent call. They hovered above the city, their eyes narrowing as they took in the destruction and Aiden, still casually sitting atop the Ancestor statue.

“You dare bring calamity to our city?!” one of the cultivators shouted, his aura flaring with killing intent. “Do you know who you’re dealing with?”

Aiden looked up from his book, unfazed. “I’m still waiting for this Saint King of yours,” he replied, his voice calm but edged with menace. “Or are you all here to waste my time?”

The cultivators exchanged uneasy glances. They had expected a troublesome foe, but the arrogance and calm radiating from Aiden were unnerving. One of the older cultivators, clearly more seasoned, stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied Aiden.

“Who are you, boy?” the elder asked, his voice steady but laced with caution.

“Aiden,” he replied simply, flipping another page in his book. “And if you’re here to fight, you’ll end up like the rest.”

The elder’s expression darkened. “You think you can face all of us alone?”

Aiden smirked. “I don’t think. I know.”

Aiden waved his hand again, and in an instant, all of the Saints and Saint Lords were imprisoned within the space he controlled. They struggled, but no matter how much they fought, they couldn’t break free. Each one was either at the Saint or Saint Lord stage, but none had reached the level of a Saint King.

Aiden then turned his gaze to the Immortal Emperor, who was trembling uncontrollably. “I don’t have any other contacts with the Immortal King!” the Emperor stammered, pleading with his eyes.

“You should have said that earlier,” Aiden replied coldly. With a light breath, the Immortal Emperor was reduced to nothing but ash, disappearing from existence in a moment.

Aiden then turned his attention to the imprisoned Saints and Saint Lords. Without hesitation, he began to crush them, one by one, extracting their comprehension of the laws before ending their lives. The power and knowledge they had spent centuries cultivating were now his to absorb. One after another, they fell, their souls extinguished as Aiden harvested everything they had learned.

It was over in mere moments.

“Let’s move to the next location,” Aiden stretched casually, showing no signs of fatigue after the destruction he had wrought. He activated his authorities, releasing a wave of information as he analyzed the surroundings and learned more about the area.

With a flick of his wrist, Aiden summoned the blood mist from Saint King Berlin. The blood mist began swirling in the air before forming a trail, leading him directly to the hidden headquarters of those connected to Berlin. Aiden smirked as he followed the mist.