The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor

When the Soul Sword and the power of darkness clashed, it caused no shockwaves. Instead, it was like two balls of flames clashing. Since they were the same kind of energy, they would absorb each other instead of clashing.

Luther's brow raised in shock at the sight. Amid his confusion, he suddenly felt a change. He noticed that he had lost control of part of the pentagram!

Feeling it further, he was surprised to notice that the power of darkness had actually fused into the Soul Sword after they clashed, leaving the pentagram. It was no longer in his control!

The next second, Luther felt a chill in his heart. Looking down, he noticed a black energy sword pierced through his chest.

After the darkness left the pentagram, it fused into the Soul Sword, causing it to solidify even more. The pentagram had only been half a meter away from Luther. He never stood a chance in avoiding it.

The pain of his soul being ripped apart from his heart caused Luther's whole body to stiffen. His face started to twist as he fell from the air.

Fane let out a slight laugh. He never thought that Destroying the Void would seize control of Luther's dark energy after clashing with it.

In the end, it was because the dark energy and Destroying the Void were from the same form of power, which was the soul attribute. Nheless, Destroying the Void's power and grade were far higher than the dark energy.

Destroying the Void was an upper ultimate god rank technique, while Dual Absolutes was only an upper earth rank technique. The two techniques were a whole level apart. Against Destroying the Void, Luther's power was as insignificant as an ant.

Luther was in so much pain that he spasmed on the ground vigorously; Destroying the Void was slowly eating away at his soul. The pain the soul could feel was far greater than any physical pain.

No matter how strong Luther's will was, it was insignificant against such pain. At that moment, he had lost even his most basic rationality. He constantly rolled on the floor as though seeking relief.

Try as he did, however, the pain of his soul being torn apart did not cease.

At that moment, Luther did not look

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seventh-grade clan at all, looking more like a common beggar seen on the streets. His body was covered in dirt as he spasmed pathetically.

Fane's expression remained unchanged at the sight. After all, he had witnessed these scenes countless times.

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area were not as calm as he was. When they saw the Soul Sword piercing Luther's heart, their expressions stiffened. Their eyes widened as disbelief overwhelmed their features.

The sight of Luther dropping from the air and writhing on the floor deeply affected everyone there.

Everything had happened far too quickly and suddenly. It was completely different from the result they were expecting. No one could accept what happened that easily.

The crowd was completely silent. Even their breathing had become slower. The sight was far too unbelievable!

After a while, someone stammered,

"Isn't Fane an alchemist? Who said he was an alchemist? Since when did alchemists become so strong? He dealt with Luther in one strike! Isn't Luther a chosen disciple of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion?

"Even if he isn't among the top chosen disciples, he's still a chosen disciple from a seventh-grade clan. How did this happen? How did he lose without contest?!"