Gulping, both Alexander and Azvon understood firsthand how powerful a saint truly was.

"Dream Dominion Realm?" Quoting the man, Alexander was still curious. But unfortunately, Mu Ryl was in no mood to humor him.

"A dead man does not need to know so much!" His strength exploding, the entire Mu Clan was overwhelmed with pink and purple, like a new dimension unleashing itself. Also within this territory, stuck in this strange world, Alexander and Azvon were almost forced to fly down to the ground.

Releasing his own might, Alexander managed to offset the pressure greatly.

'This bastard is stronger than I thought... He might even be a sage already...'

This idea echoing across his mind, Alexander felt the need to find whoever assigned his luck to him.

'Why does this guy seem stronger than he should?'

Curiously casting a glance at Azvon, Alexander saw him quiver.

°Brother Azvon! Why is that guy so strong?!°

°Brother Alexander... don't mind it. We will be just fine. Play along. Just remember, our Dao is unmatched.°

Understanding something, Alexander nodded with arrogance.

So what if there was a sage here? With his current strength and understanding of the Dao of Supremacy, fighting above his level should be more than doable.

It might finally be his turn to become a protagonist! A talented individual capable of shutting down resistance from worlds beyond!

°I just need you to alleviate the pressure for me a bit.°

°Alright.°

His third eye opening, Alexander's aura surged. A blue revolving light shielding him, it soon sparked with some pink.

The pink and purple world all around them fading slowly, Azvon kicked the air.

"Mu Ryl! This old man will recover his lost honor today! [World of Darkness]!" Black flames covering his fists, Azvon charged ahead, punching forward.

Looing leisurely at a giant fist of dark flames, Mu Ryl scoffed.

"Pathetic! [Chaos Wave]!" Snapping his fingers Mu Ryl shook his head.

A dark red ripple spreading in a heartbeat, it nullified Azvon's attack before smashing into the horizon.

'What was that?' Curious, Azvon gazed behind, feeling something to be wrong. Turning his head around, the dark red ripple came back from the horizon.

"[Chaos Wave]." Saying the same words, snapping the same fingers, indicating his use of a vocally and physically memorized martial art, again and again, caused the two silver men to shiver.

"This fucker!" Jumping in as well, Alexander aimed at Mu Ryl's right, while still high up in the air, avoiding the one dimensional shockwaves.

Getting under, Azvon clawed upward with his flaming left hand.

Darkness dimming the light of the world, similar to clouds shielding the light from above, Mu Ryl still appeared nonchalant. His arms behind his back, he did not seem to care one bit about the pincer attack.

"[Chaotic Mind]." His voice elusive, it sparked a strange dissonance within them. Their visions vibrating, blurring almost, they suddenly awoke from their stupor. Both of them had apparently missed without realizing it, now a few steps behind Mu Ryl.

"To obliterate my clan... I will not let you two leave this place alive. [Chaos World]." Snapping his fingers, the world turned dark red. Lost in the strange dimension. It looked like very large curtains covered the far surroundings.

Fading away, Mu Ryl looked coldly at them before vanishing.

"Die!" His voice returning, Mu Ryl seemed to speak from all corners. Dark red hands forming out of nowhere, they attempted to grab them both without rest.

°We need to-°

°Do you believe this saint to be oblivious?°

Their secret conversation hijacked, Mu Ryl laughed in their heads.

°But... why are you two so unconcerned? This saint is curious. However, I might as well not be.°

The world changing once again, a giant hand came out of the curtain, hundreds of times bigger than them.

°This saint will be kind enough to give you both a clean death.°

The hand's palm forming an eerie vortex, a thick beam of dim dark red filled their visions.

"No more holding back!"

Two silver lights growing, Mu Ryl narrowed his eyes, still in their minds.

°So this is it. Unfortunately too-°

°Huh?°

Raising a brow, Mu Ryl, hidden away, sensed his Dao to be suppressed.

'What kind of light is this? Why is it-' Interrupted once again, the dark red world was banished. Behind the curtains, Mu Ryl was in full view. His eyes and mouth were wide open. But soon, his face turned gloomy.

"I see... Fine."

"Have at it. [Chaos]!" Seemingly going all out, the world of dark red returned. But this time, Mu Ryl was with them.

Ripples in the air everywhere, the world became chaotic. Hands, arms, swords, halberds, arrows, everything. All kinds of attacks simply exploded all around them.

Rainbows kept bursting, strange techniques unable to stop flying.

"This Alexander does not really enjoy such methods..." Taking out a clone out of his internal world, Alexander flung it far above. The curtains were still there, and so was the sky. A bright star shone from above, the daylight glossing over them. In the middle of mayhem, a small dot soon halted.

The clone, without emotions, directly pressed on its acupoints without stop.

Veins bulging everywhere, the clone became agitated, turning redder each passing moment.

And with a roar, the clone imposed itself.

"[Wrath State]!!"

"Huh? What's this? A clone at the Heaven Surpassing Realm?" Curiously watching the clone above, Mu Ryl then saw it disappear.

"!?" His cheek twitching, Mu Ryl saw a fist form seemingly out of thin air.

Struck on the twitching cheek, Mu Ryl was sent flying far away, almost crashing onto the gigantic curtains. His armor flickered with powerful lights before subsiding. As for the clone, it crumbled to dust.

Wiping off a hot liquid from his nose, Mu Ryl frowned.

"Little tricks! I can't believe someone so close to true divinity would go so far. Shameful!"

'This clone bastard actually messed up my supreme grade Absolute-Tier armor...'

Realizing Alexander to be outside his field of vision, Mu Ryl turned around.

A few tens of meters behind, Alexander was clawing downward with high momentum. Just above the Saint of Chaos, a grand silver hand of light clawed at his head.

"You never learn!" Grumbling under his breath, Mu Ryl merely swung his arm as if swatting a fly.

A gust of dark red flames slashing with ferociousness, the silver hand was soon oppressed.

"..." Angrily looking back in front, Mu Ryl's eyes fell, looking at an old man beneath him.

"Haha! Mu Ryl! Take this! [Dual Blast]!!" Two revolving beads of energy in hands, Azvon fused these silver and black energies, before sending the unstable product near his opponent.

Retreating, the two silver men saw Mu Ryl clench his teeth in wrath as a loud explosion of silver and darkness drowned his figure.

Despair and supremacy clashed within the remnant mist of duality. They hoped to contain a man who only turned redder.

"Ignorant fools!!!"

"You people just keep disrespecting this saint! Therefore..."

"...this saint will show you true chaos."

Mu Ryl's body seen, the mist dispersing, his armor broke to pieces, revealing a muscular vessel. His red skin pulsated, another pair of arms bursting out of him. His lime eyes shone deeply, a pink mist covering his body like robes.

"[True Chaos, Four to One]." Stepping forward, Mu Ryl punched toward Azvon with all four fists. They converged onto one spot, a faint shockwave exploding.

While silence reigned for a bit, Azvon was suddenly under tremendous pressure.

Retreating with haste, Azvon could not dodge it. Therefore, he kept flying back while sending flurries of attacks. Bit by bit, the intangible attack lessened in power. Yet, after half a second, the might struck him on the chest.

"Urgh!!" Vomiting air, Azvon felt blood rush up to his seven orifices, his body like a pebble thrown into the sky. His robes were torn, his old body flung below, crashing onto the Mu Clan's forest nearby. The impact of his body alone turned plains into mountains and mountains into clouds.

"..." A drop of cold sweat dripping down his forehead, Alexander could not properly feel the power behind this attack. But he could still estimate it.

'Without the pink energy, dealing with this blow might take more than four of my most powerful ones. Probably five full powered ones almost...'

'This is bad...'

'Let's not waste time with this...' Having cultivated in seclusion, Alexander often practiced martial arts and else. His attainments were high, however this did not discredit the work of others.

His muscles tensing up, Alexander took a step back.

"Mmh?" Glancing at him, Mu Ryl pondered.

Bending his leg, Alexander then turned ethereal.

"Mmhh??" Frowning, Mu Ryl sent a powerful left punch toward Alexander. Two forces colliding, Mu Ryl felt a lack of resistance. Looking below, his stomach felt sore.

"What?!" Without realizing it, Alexander had closed in on him, his right fist imbedded inside his abdominal muscles. Almost throwing up, Mu Ryl immediately counter attacked with a left elbow toward Alexander's back. But without enough time to deliver his blow, Alexander's leg kicked the air once again. The punch suddenly gaining momentum, Mu Ryl's face turned pale.

"Fucker! [Chaos Wave]!" Snapping his fingers near his opponent's face, a shockwave of red pushed Alexander aside, slicing his shoulders and clavicles.

"What was that? You bastard sure knows how to displease me!"

"What was that?"

"Isn't it just perfection? Or at least what I could attain from its elusive nature." Gazing at his legs, Alexander saw them cramped up. His bones were damaged, and so were his muscles.

'I should call this [Step of Ascension].' Focusing unnatural levels of speed and power, Alexander combined all nine steps within his [Nine Steps of Ascension] into a singular one. Or at least close to a singular one visually.

Instead of taking each step carefully, always seconds apart, he instead combined them into a fraction of the time needed. Even though he lost the ability to act chaotically, bouncing around like a spring from one point to another, he now kicked the air with the right movements, except as fast as he could.

This ended up putting extreme strain on his legs, but showed greater potential. The ninth step would always be extremely fast, exponentially so with one's cultivation base. But with the time necessary to set it up, some people might interrupt him. This new form was much better in this case.

"But it's not over yet." Focusing his silver Origin Energy, Alexander formed a vortex in the center of his palm. Feeling the growing power, Mu Ryl did not look amused.

As the silver vortex of light condensed, a single pink dot appeared in its center. Gazing back up front, Alexander saw Mu Ryl's right shin a few meters away from his face, as if the sharpest of weapons.

"[Blade of Nullity]!"

"[Ethereal Blast]!"

Rapidly striking the leg with a palm, Mu Ryl turned pale.

Creaking sounds emerging, a snap was felt, his shin suddenly bending grotesquely. Following his plight, the silver vortex began to eat at his flesh, like a black hole.

Gravity was being pulled, a flagrance of blossoming dreams, like a blanket, hugging him.

"Bastard!!" Cursing to the new horizon over his body, the pink world of ethereal radiance trapped his mind. He could not even feel his lower half be grinded until it turned into a dirty mop.

The twisted lower half slowly falling down, like the descent of an immortal, brought Mu Ryl back to his senses.

"..." His face twitching, he glanced at his body. Only the upper half from the waistline remained.

"You little bastard..."

"I won't forgive this! You will die today!!" Red legs reforming in a heartbeat, Mu Ryl's aura exploded with a pink glow.

"[Chaos Dream Sect, Hereditary Art]! As the first disciple of the Chaos Dream Ancestor from the Sealed Gate... you will perish today."

A giant claw of pink light forming, as if an extension of his own hand, Mu Ryl kept pouring energy into it. Dark red flames, like armor, covered it. The pressure rose, sealing space.

'This is bad...' Already aware of his own state, Alexander was in trouble. His legs were not done healing while his right arm was twisted like a wet towel. As for fleeing, he could not even have this opportunity. He could barely move from the aura facing him. Yet, he did not care too much. Even if it were to strike him, he would survive. As for this Mu Ryl, he was getting too focused on one man.

'But I still have to take it first...' Sighing, Alexander saw a giant claw of pink light, armored with powerful and violent dark red flames, crash onto him.

Attempting to send a palm forward, his left arm would not extend, pushed away by the incessant shockwaves.

"Mu Ryl! This Alexander will accept this blow... but in exchange, you will have to give up your life!"

"..." Cold sweats trickling down his nape, Mu Ryl already knew.

And as the giant claw exploded onto a dot of silver light, blinding the entire world, another dot of silver rushed at his back.

'I...' His thought left unfinished, Mu Ryl's chest was impaled by a powerful hand of dark flames. He looked on calmly, enjoying the fireworks in front of him, the lights caressing his torso, patting his face.

An abrupt motion later, the black hand sliced upward, splitting even his head in half.