The Devil of Pride.
The mber of the Seven Deadly Sins said to be the most powerful in terms of combat power. A swordmaster who was not included among the ten great swordmasters of the continent, yet the devils already considered him the most powerful swordmaster on this continent.
That was the information Aldrian got from the mories of the Envy Devil at that ti. As a fellow mber of the Seven Deadly Sins, the Envy Devil knew just how powerful the Pride Devil was.
To be honest, Aldrian had to admit that it was true after seeing how powerful Pride was within the mories of the Envy Devil.
There was one ti when Pride tried to spar with Wrath and Gluttony, but the result was that one of Wrath’s arms was cut off, and Gluttony received heavy injuries—not only external, but also to his soul—because Pride’s technique had damaged both his body and soul.
The Pride Devil’s sword technique is focused on obliteration and destruction, with each of his swings capable of cutting through an entire mountain range or even splitting a sea. His attainnt in swordsmanship is so high that he has even comprehended techniques that allow him to attack an opponent’s soul directly.
He can also strike without anyone noticing the presence of his devil energy—another example of how advanced his mastery is. His sword intent and technique are refined to the point that they completely mask the subtle devil energy hidden within his attacks.
However, despite all the qualities of a powerful swordsman, his morals and character can be described as twisted and cruel—though all mbers of the Seven Deadly Sins are like that. But Pride’s cruelty is of a different kind. He is soone who takes pride in himself and his sword technique. He searches for anyone who can defeat him in swordsmanship, and he does so by any ans necessary.
He did not hesitate to kill anyone as long as it allowed him to prove that his swordsmanship was the best. Even if it ant slaughtering an entire family just to show that his sword was "sharper" and "greater," he would do it without a second thought.
He had actually wanted to challenge the ten great swordmasters of the continent for a long ti, but the Devil Lord never allowed him to go wild beyond his orders. Because of that, he never had the chance to seek them out and challenge them across the continent.
A solitary man and a sword maniac who did not see others as "living beings" but as objects to sharpen his swordsmanship.
In other words, he was truly a monster with a sword.
Because of his personality, he is the only mber of the Seven Deadly Sins who has not had a successor until now.
He is also the only one among them who spends most of his ti inside the devil territory. The Devil Lord knew exactly what kind of being Pride was, and if he were released recklessly without a specific order to kill, he would go on a rampage with his sword. That was sothing the Devil Lord actively prevented, knowing that Pride would end up surrounded by countless cultivators from across the continent.
No matter how strong the Pride Devil is, he would not be able to withstand a barrage from many high-level cultivators wielding their legacy artifacts.
But from Vera’s mories, the Pride Devil had co to the Atria Empire not long after the civil war began.
That ant the Devil Lord had finally allowed him a bit of freedom—and he had already massacred an entire town.
Aldrian did not know what the Devil Lord’s plan was or why the Pride Devil was in the Atria Empire, but one thing was certain: there would be more massacres—or perhaps so had already happened without his knowledge.
It had already been more than a year since the massacre shown in Vera’s mories. He had no idea what that sword maniac had done since then, or what he would do next.
It seed like more trouble was coming with the Pride Devil’s appearance.
Aldrian stroked Evin’s head a few tis and smiled as he looked at her sleeping face.
"Is there sothing wrong, my lord?" Vera asked. She seed to notice that Aldrian had been deep in thought after seeing her mories.
Aldrian smiled at her.
"Well, I know the figure who massacred Gerin Town, and his appearance is indeed a sign of trouble, but you don’t have to worry. You are safe here," he said. "Anyway, forget about that figure for now. Just take care of Evin. She’s truly a pious child—she’s even been selling her handicrafts behind your back to help you recover."
Vera looked at Evin and couldn’t help but feel touched.
All this ti, she had spent most of her days inside the house, feeling too ill to move or walk far. She only knew that her daughter spent her ti making handicrafts and playing outside, because there was no way she could keep her daughter inside all the ti.
But to think that Evin had been selling her handicrafts...
Aldrian carefully picked Evin up from his lap and placed her gently on the bed, right beside Vera. Vera stared at her daughter lovingly and stroked her head, then lay down beside her in a protective position.
Once he confird that there was no problem with Evin and Vera, Aldrian stepped outside the house and stood there, deep in thought. Sylphia and the others followed him. Finally, she asked him,
"So you know who massacred that town?" she asked.
Aldrian nodded.
"One of the Seven Deadly Sins—Pride," he replied. "He’s quite troubleso. With that man roaming free, bloodshed follows wherever he goes."
At the ntion of the perpetrator, Sylphia and the others raised their eyebrows.
"Seven Deadly Sins... Pride? That sounds dangerous," Sylphia said.
"I’ve heard he’s a great swordmaster, but there’s barely any solid information about him. I wonder how strong he really is," Xin Haotian added. Then he looked at Aldrian with a hint of amusent. "Even though you call him troubleso, your expression is calm as ever. Well, I suppose that’s just like you."
Aldrian smiled and gave a small shrug.
"Well, it’s true that he will be a problem and a sign of trouble," he said, "but I’m still confident in myself. If I had to face him right now, I wouldn’t back down."
Sylphia and the others smiled. This was the confidence they had co to expect from Aldrian.
Then they saw him close his eyes. For a brief mont, his presence grew heavier. It beca more intimidating and overwhelming before returning to normal. This sensation was sothing they had felt from him many tis before, and by now, they were used to it.
Aldrian opened his eyes as he turned this entire area into his domain. Once he finished, he asked the heaven whether Pride was within it.
Once the answer ca, he sighed, as the heavens could not detect Pride’s location. This made it clear that Pride could be in the Devil Territory, the Everlasting Silent Forest, or even within the Buddhist sect’s territory.
In Pride’s case, it was possible that he was operating alone Buddhist sect’s territory, as the devil lord trusted Pride’s strength, believing that he could escape if the situation turned unfavorable.
Aldrian couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of Pride being inside the Buddhist sect’s territory. If that were the case, the chances of their eting would be higher, and he could finally test his strength against him.
Soone as powerful as Pride was a much better opponent than any other mber of the Seven Deadly Sins. However, it would be even better if he could gather all of the Seven Deadly Sins in one place and fight them. Then, he would be able to unleash his full power and fight to his heart’s content.
By fighting them, he might be able to estimate and compare just how powerful the devil lord truly was. He didn’t believe that the devil lord was rely slightly stronger than the Seven Deadly Sins. In fact, he had already guessed that the devil lord was far, far more powerful than the Seven Deadly Sins combined.
"I wonder where that bastard is," he thought, as he wondered about Pride’s location.
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At an unknown location, a robed figure walked through the bustling streets of the town. The figure was completely covered in a robe, obscuring any view of their true appearance. The figure continued walking until they arrived at a quieter, more serene area of the town.
Not far from the figure stood a monastery, where a few monks were cleaning the floors around the monastery with brooms.
The figure continued walking toward the monastery, and before long, the monks finally realized soone was approaching them.
They saw a figure cloaked in robe, with no visible features or detectable cultivation.
The figure finally stopped and slightly lifted his head, allowing the monks to catch a brief glimpse of his face. He appeared to be a young looking man, with smooth skin, as if he were the heir of a noble family, soone who had been well cared for. His red irises glead like the eyes of a predator, shining faintly beneath the shadows of his hood.
The monks, who had been observing him, sensed that sothing was off about the man, as if he were silently studying them.
"Good sir, do you need any help?" one of the monks finally asked as he approached the figure. "Is there anyone you seek?"
The man turned his head toward the monk for a split second.
"Sir, you might—"
Before the monk could finish his words, his body was suddenly sliced in half from the top of his head. His internal organs spilled as his severed body crumpled to the ground.
The other monks, witnessing the horrifying sight, were stunned. They had not seen a sword in the man’s hand before, yet now there was one, and they couldn’t tell how he had drawn it.
It quickly beca clear to them that this man had co with ill intent.
The man’s red eyes shifted to the remaining monks before his body vanished in an instant.
Later that day, news that caused quite an uproar in that town reached the main temple of the Buddhist sect. One of the Buddhist sect’s monasteries had been attacked, and all the monks inside had been slaughtered.
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