**'Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion'**

Chapter 560: Chapter 559: He is back

Linkir and the rest finally reached the prison deep within the basement as they looked through the bars to see a man whose chains had already been loosened.

Sword Demon’s hair had grown to nearly a meter long, his beard reached the ground, and his eyes...

They were deep.

Linkir snapped her fingers, causing the prison door to open, revealing a dark room where the silhouette of a man could barely be seen.

"Sword Demon... your punishment is over."

"Welcome back," Linkir said as she looked toward the figure in the darkness.

For some unknown reason, the sight gave everyone a creepy feeling, and they subconsciously heightened their senses, ready for any sudden attack.

Alayot narrowed his eyes as he carefully observed him.

After what seemed like several seconds, the figure finally moved.

Sword Demon slowly stepped out.

They had seen him through the prison door, but it was an entirely different thing to see him standing outside.

His beard was rough and dirty, and his hair hung down in long, tangled strands.

Tap!

The instant Sword Demon’s foot touched the ground, everyone’s eyes widened.

They felt a sharp sword intent stopping mere millimeters from their throats.

A terrifying sword intent filled every corner of the room.

It felt as though, with a single thought, their throats would be pierced.

But that wasn’t all.

"Oh, come on... want to go again?" Nephem said as he took a step forward.

Space twisted.

The overwhelming sword intent was blasted away as he grinned.

With every step he took, the space between him and Sword Demon stretched apart, forcing Sword Demon’s feet to dig deeper into the ground.

"Heh..."

Sword Demon finally spoke after such a long time.

His hair began to fall away, followed by his beard, until his former appearance was revealed once more.

He looked at Nephem, who had already reached the Quasi Rank 4 Realm, and chuckled.

"You fool," Sword Demon muttered.

The next instant, he appeared behind Nephem.

Nephem’s eyes widened.

Sword Demon wrapped one arm around Nephem’s neck before clenching his fist.

Clang!

A loud metallic sound echoed throughout the room.

The atmosphere froze.

Then everyone burst into laughter.

"Idiot."

"How many times did Master warn you not to rely on your Infinity Law alone?"

"Even now that it has become an Origin, you still haven’t learned," Sword Demon said.

Nephem’s expression froze.

His head throbbed as he frowned.

"Bastard! Get off me!" Nephem shouted.

While the two tangled together like children, everyone else let out a sigh of relief.

Although everyone present was powerful, the aura they had felt the instant Sword Demon stepped forward had been terrifying.

He was a Rank 4 being.

Who among them could challenge him?

Not to mention the fact that his Sword Intent had become even stronger.

It seemed the Primordial Demon Bloodline had completely repaired Sword Demon’s body.

Even the side effects of his sacrifice had disappeared.

"Glad to have you back," Alayot said with a smile as Sword Demon finally released Nephem.

"Well, I can’t say the same for you guys."

"Five hundred thousand years locked away in space-time, and you still haven’t reached Rank 4?" Sword Demon said with a sigh.

"Hey, you bastard! Time flows differently!" Junnie gritted her teeth.

Sword Demon shrugged.

Did it really matter?

Regardless, time had still passed.

Each of them was now considered an ancient monster by the outside world.

After all, they were all hundreds of thousands of years old.

"Look at the favorite child stealing the spotlight."

"What do you mean by that?" Nyx asked, her face twitching.

Sword Demon laughed.

But then his gaze suddenly paused on Mark.

"By the way..."

"Why is he here?" Sword Demon couldn’t help but ask as he walked around Mark, observing him like a museum exhibit.

"Man, prison might’ve driven you insane."

"That’s Mark, Void’s newest slave," Nephem said from the side as he somehow pulled out another pair of black shades.

"Ah, I see..."

"He seems pretty weak."

"Come on, let’s fight."

Sword Demon grabbed Mark by the shoulder.

The two instantly disappeared, leaving everyone speechless.

"Is it too late to suggest a mental checkup for him?" Junnie couldn’t help but ask.

The others nodded.

But who truly understood how Sword Demon felt?

Imagine being imprisoned for that long.

At one point, Sword Demon had even thought he was going insane.

The only thing that could truly relax him now...

Was a battle.

Standing in the endless vacuum of Void’s multiverse, Sword Demon stretched his body as he looked at the confused Mark.

"Nah, don’t worry."

"Our realms will be the same."

"I won’t even use my sword."

"Just one finger... along with the Origin of Sword Intent," Sword Demon said.

Mark’s face twitched.

Was Sword Demon looking down on him?

Or was he really that strong?

Actually, Mark wanted to know just how powerful the so-called Sword Demon truly was.

He had never had the chance to spar with the others.

There had been no reason to, and besides, he was still new to the group.

The only glimpse of their strength he had seen was while they conquered different multiverses.

Yet none of the natives had ever been capable of forcing them to reveal the full extent of their power.

"I don’t know whether I should feel honored or annoyed by that offer," Mark said as he looked at Sword Demon.

"I’d say... be grateful."

"After all..."

"You really are weak."

The instant Sword Demon finished speaking, Mark appeared only a few inches away from him.

Chaos Origin surged.

His body transformed as a gigantic wolf-like creature wrapped in the power of Chaos Origin emerged.

His distinct purple fur, lined with black scales, was a violent mismatch as his crimson eyes glowed.

His claws tore through space as Chaos Origin erupted around him. The demons living within Void’s multiverse were struck with fear, feeling like insignificant ants standing in the middle of a cosmic sea.

They could sense two terrifying auras outside the multiverse.

Their bodies cowered in fear as they felt as though beings of ultimate evolution stood before them, their mere presence slowly enhancing the surrounding reality.

It didn’t matter whether they were Rank 0, Rank 1, Rank 2, or even Rank 3.

Before these two auras, they were nothing.

They were like grains beneath gigantic millstones, capable of being crushed and erased at any moment by these two beings.

Meanwhile, Sword Demon grinned as Mark’s claw suddenly stopped.

It could move no farther.

A single finger blocked it.

The energy released from their clash spread outward toward Void’s multiverse.

However, the closer it came, the more it dispersed until it vanished into nothingness.

Mark was stunned.

He tried everything he could to push his claw forward, but to no avail.

Could he really not move a single finger?

But then he thought about it.

Sword Demon was a Rank 4 expert.

That should have been natural.

Only...

When he carefully sensed Sword Demon’s aura, he realized it was only at the Quasi Rank 4 Realm.

They were at the same realm.

"Impossible..." Mark muttered.

He could accept losing to someone at the same realm.

But he couldn’t even move Sword Demon’s finger.

At that moment, Sword Demon looked down at his own finger before narrowing his eyes.

"Is this still too much?" he asked as he looked at Mark.

After thinking for a moment, he spoke again.

"How about I reduce myself even further to Rank 3?"

"But this time..."

"I’ll use my sword instead."

Sword Demon muttered thoughtfully.

"Fuck you!" Mark spat as his aura exploded.

Space cracked like shattered glass while a boiling aura engulfed the surroundings.

Deep within the Abyss, Rank 4 demons were awakened one after another, wondering why the aura of a Quasi Rank 4 being had suddenly appeared.

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