Ryu's grin plastered across his handso veins, the Runes of his Bone Structure glowing as he unleashed his montum.
BOOM!
His cultivation broke through the veil of the Lord Realm finally, not due to his Tribulation, but due to his Heavenly Pupils.
Before, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to use [Heaven's Gate] to break
past the Omniscient Realm. But now, with his Tribulation here, a tiny sliver of a chance had opened up.
His white hair danced in the wind, a stale sort of Fate hovering around him as though it might want to suffocate his very breath to death.
"Good luck."
Ryu's voice echoed, but it was hard to tell if he was speaking to anyone.
Was he wishing the three Sovereigns he had dragged into this ss good luck? Was he really just taunting them...?
But then why did it look like his eyes had never left the Dark Gold Tribulation Clouds? Only Ryu knew.
BANG!
Ryu shot into the skies, his blade leading his motion forward in a sweeping arc.
A normal Heaven's Warrior had barely ford when Ryu had already shredded him apart.
His blades moved like streaks through the skies, splintering space and severing the life of anyone he could find before him.
He took on a Tribulation four tis the strength it should have been without a care for whether the Sovereigns behind him would act. It was as though he had already forgotten about their existence.
His blood boiled and his heart thumped with the might of thunder, its reverberating echo only being drowned out by the rumbling of the Dark Gold Tribulation Clouds above themselves.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A forming army of Heavenly Warriors found themselves minced to pieces, the very laws used to construct them being shattered beneath Ryu's might.
However, there was only so much room for this to continue. Tremble.
The skies shook as a legion of Heavenly Warriors took shape.
The Heavenly Warriors that Ryu was used to were wreathed in black, but these all wore bronzed, dark gold armor. Their montum, despite not being Aspirants, was also clearly stronger than any Ryu had ever faced off against before.
And when they finally solidified, Ryu found himself entirely surrounded. SHIIIIIIING!
The Heavenly Warriors all unsheathed their blades and pointed their spears at the sa ti. In the back rows, even their archers pulled back their bowstrings taut, and the TWANG of a heart-shuddering echo peeled around the skies.
In an instant, the entire situation had flipped. From being an unstoppable wrecking ball, Ryu found himself smashing into an immovable wall.
His power was reflected back at him, and blades and arrows pierced toward him at the very sa ti.
It felt like everything before had been nothing more than a joke, and the weight of such a Tribulation set in for them all.
Four legions appeared, each one with 9999 warriors in them. Not only had Ryu only managed to kill a few hundred from a single Heavenly Legion before they solidified, but their montum seed to combine into one when they had...
An Army Formation.
They might not have been Aspirants, but any single one of these Heavenly Warriors made a genius, even of Jojo's caliber, feel insignificant.
And now, these geniuses were all pooling their strength into one...
How could it not be suffocating?
Ryu's eyes blazed with battle intent as his [Heavenly Dao Tree] blood into existence.
His Chaos Qi danced in the skies, clashing with the dark gold of the army around him with his own.
Standing there in the midst of an army of thousands, each one carrying the weight of the moniker of genius on their backs, Ryu should have been small and insignificant.
And yet...
It felt like he was sothing more than belonging. He stood above.
His white hair danced in the air, and his Lord Realm cultivation blood like a lotus slowly peeling apart in the skies.
A suffocating might erupted from the depths of his bones as he slashed out.
His Nine Revolution Skybreaker Bone Structure blood, and his one strike beca
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three.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The cascade of thunderous echoes matched his blade. Every ti one shook the skies, the scythe of energy would double in size until it went from just three ters from tip to curved tip, to 24.
Ryu, who should have collapsed beneath the pressure of so many attacking at once, instead shredded apart the scene before him.
The Heavenly Warriors felt their combined formation collapse under the sheer power
of Ryu's strike.
SHUU! SHUU! SHUU! PUCHI! PUCHI!
Ryu slowly lowered his raised great swordstaff, raising the other and resting it on his shoulder.
The blazing intent in his eyes and the grin on his face told the entire story.
One strike.
Thousands dead.
An entire legion wiped out in a single sweep.
The beat of his heartbeat thrumd as he tilted his head back toward the other three.
"I hope you're not expecting to wipe your own Legions."
Suddenly, the aning of Ryu's phrase "good luck" beca clear.
It was neither one nor the other...
It was both.
Ryu had such power in the palm of his hands as an Omniscient.
How much power did he have now as a Lord?
The world trembled around Ryu, but he looked back calmly as though he had already
expected this.
He knew exactly what was coming as soon as he saw the first wave.
9999 Heavenly Warriors to kill... but once they fell, their bodies would reform, forging
the body of a single Heavenly Warrior. Or, most accurately...
An Aspirant.
The winds kicked up and a swirl of dark gold energies ford into the body of a single,
three-ter tall entity.
The Aspirant's body stood tall and straight, a pair of Sabers with large cut-outs in
their blades solidifying in his palms.
The world shuddered as the Aspirant took a step forward.
A Peak Lord with Perfect Realm Talent.
The Aspirant vanished.
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