Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang floated from one battlefield to the other.

The three Empires had been going all out, but Shang stopped their advances.

Naturally, as soon as everyone had noticed that Shang had won against the powerful Mage Lord, the remaining Peak Mage Lords with fivefold Spirit Senses gave up their positions.

In an instant, all the Defender Flags for Peak Mage Lords vanished from the battlefield.

When there were no more Attack Flags, Shang stopped moving for a bit.

His hood just turned to look in the direction of the Judgment Palace.

Shang naturally couldn't see it, but he felt like there was a powerful presence there.

However, Shang wasn't sure if what he felt was actually genuine or if his damaged soul was giving him hallucinations again.

Just as the Mage Kings had expected, Shang was in constant pain, but that wasn't actually the problem.

The problem was that Shang's mind sometimes lost clarity, and the world appeared blurry and confusing to him.

The constant paranoia Shang was feeling due to the way the Custodian had repaired Shang's warrior body wasn't helping.

Shang was like a mortal that hadn't slept for two days, hadn't drunk anything for a day, and hadn't eaten anything for a week, while constant life-ruining events happened around him.

Concentrating and focusing was very, very difficult.

It took so much effort to concentrate.

It reminded Shang of the time his longevity had run out. Concentrating felt nearly as exhausting as staying alive had been back then.

It was so bad that Shang couldn't even move and comprehend Concepts at the same time.

In the past, Shang comprehended Concepts by training with his sword and trying to manipulate the Concept with it.

This no longer worked.

Moving and trying to understand something took too much focus at once. Shang could now only do either of the two, not both.

it had become more difficult to comprehend the Destinations for

with a sword included the entire

sword alone was just a sharp piece of metal that sat

how someone could use their body to manipulate a

sword,

as bad, but there was still a certain sense of inertia to Shang's movements

but in a certain way, he was also the weakest he had ever

just faced the

could tell what Shang

put fear into

human, but now, there was nothing human about

felt so dead and so

others. He felt like a warm older brother that would protect one while being cruel to an enemy. Naturally, that Aura didn't reflect King Sanctified Death's actual personality, but the vast majority of humans couldn't feel his true

and leaving a good impression was helpful to King Sanctified Death, which was why he

just

visitor amongst

He didn't belong here.

He should be dead.

was fighting against life

living wanted to push him

wanted to pull him in, but he refused

be dead, but he

was looking at the unmoving Shang,

he was facing the Judgment

become cloudy again, and he felt his consciousness

world spun in his

body began to morph and

and unexplainable dark thoughts swam through Shang's

hood, Shang clenched his teeth, and the world

turned around and flew

helping," the

didn't call him Young Master

Shang after he had lost his legs, she genuinely

his soul were horrible and