The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2529: Chaos of Disruption: Soul Splitter

”—ARGHHHH!”

The Nirvana Crown Prince roared with everything he had left.

His voice tore through the battlefield as he surged forward, his speed exploding to its peak. The skeletal phantom of the phoenix around him expanded, growing larger and more solid, its blazing form radiating overwhelming power as the rebirth flames burst with all their might one last time. At the same time, the fragments of the Sacred Treasure around his legs ignited, pouring strength into his body.

A piercing bird cry echoed across the heavens as he flashed forward like a cataclysmic divine beast.

The Eternal Soul King did not remain idle.

Shakra’s eyes sharpened as his own Sacred Treasure fragments flared, enhancing his physical strength to an even more terrifying degree. But he went further—far further.

A Soul Beast materialized around his arm.

It fused with his flesh.

With his bones.

Its power became his own, amplifying his striking force to monstrous levels as he drove his fist forward to meet the incoming talon.

The collision was catastrophic.

A massive shockwave erupted, ripping through the sky and collapsing entire sections of space. Reality fractured under the force of their clash as both figures were hurled in opposite directions.

Shakra felt blood surge up his throat, but he ignored it.

Because something far more terrifying had appeared.

His eyes snapped toward the third presence.

The Red King.

And what he saw—

Filled him with horror.

The fabric of the universe itself seemed to respond to Cain. The very matrix of existence bent and twisted as his wings fused with it, drawing in power on a scale that defied reason.

He was not alone in witnessing it.

Every Royal Blutlinie on the battlefield felt it.

Saw it.

That overwhelming, catastrophic force gathering around Cain.

”Chaos of Disruption: Soul Splitter.”

His voice echoed across the battlefield—calm, cold, absolute.

Scarlet plasma gathered around his hand, forming into howling, ghost-like shapes. Their presence alone caused the souls of nearby Royal Blutlinie to tremble violently. Just looking at them was enough to inspire instinctive dread.

No one needed to imagine their power.

Because in the next instant—

Cain vanished.

He seized the momentum of the Endless River of the Flow—

And struck.

”AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

A scream of pure, soul-rending agony exploded across the battlefield.

But it did not come from Shakra.

It came—

From the Nirvana Crown Prince.

For a moment, even he did not understand what had happened. One instant he had been flying through the air, the next—

A burning force pierced his back.

Then—

His soul shattered.

Split into seven pieces.

There was no immediate death.

But something far worse.

His consciousness collapsed, his mind plunging into an abyss of irreversible ruin. His body went limp as he fell into a coma so deep that recovery through his own power was impossible.

The battlefield froze.

Every warrior—on both sides—stared in stunned silence.

The Red King had betrayed the Nirvana Crown Prince and the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom.

Victory had been within reach. That attack could have crippled the Eternal Soul King.

And yet—

He had turned it against his own ally.

Confusion. Shock. Disbelief.

None could understand it.

Was he allied with Shakra?

But when they looked at the Eternal Soul King, his expression was just as stunned.

No.

This was no alliance.

This was something else.

Cain did not care.

Not for their shock.

Not for their confusion.

The only thing that mattered to him was what he felt—

The complete absence of resistance.

Every trace of will from the Nirvana Crown Prince was gone. What remained was nothing more than an empty vessel—something that could be controlled, taken, or destroyed at will.

His eyes gleamed.

With a thought, the fragments of the Sacred Treasure disengaged from the Crown Prince’s body. They floated briefly in the air before Cain stored both the unconscious hybrid into his spatial ring.

”Stay there for now,” he murmured softly. ”I have plans for you.”

A cold, calculating light flickered in his eyes, but now was not the time.

He turned back to Shakra.

”I wonder...” Cain said, his tone almost casual, ”if you’d like to negotiate.”

The Eternal Soul King was momentarily taken aback.

Countless thoughts raced through his mind, but his focus quickly sharpened.

”You are in no position to negotiate,” Shakra replied coldly. ”Hand over the fragments, and I will make your death painless.”

He glanced briefly at the battlefield below before returning his gaze to Cain.

”After all... you are alone.”

Cain showed no fear.

No urgency.

Only faint amusement.

”Are you sure about that?” he asked lightly. ”I might be someone important. Killing me could bring consequences you don’t want. Perhaps even the massacre of everyone here.”

His words rippled through the battlefield.

The Royal Blutlinie on both sides exchanged uneasy glances.

It was true.

The Red King was powerful—absurdly so. His abilities were strange, his origins unknown. The possibility that he came from a higher realm was not far-fetched.

Perhaps even from a Sacred Kingdom of Chaos and Order.

Ruled by a Fourth Realm Sacred King.

If that were the case...

Killing him could doom them all.

Doubt crept in.

Even overwhelming armies could hesitate in the face of the unknown.

But Shakra—

Did not hesitate.

He simply smiled.

A knowing, mocking smile.

”You’re not from the lower realms,” he said.

Then his eyes hardened.

”You’re just an ant from the Ninth Realm.”

A wave of shock spread again.

Even among his own forces, disbelief surfaced. The idea that someone like the Red King could originate from the weakest realm seemed absurd.

But Shakra continued.

”It was unclear at first,” he admitted. ”But after that first kick... I recognized your aura.”

He pointed toward his chest plate.

”It’s the same aura as the ant who dared defy me. The one who ignored my command... and killed my subordinate.”

His voice grew colder.

”The one I entrusted with this fragment of armor.”

A pause.

Then—

”The one I thought was lost in the Ninth Realm.”