Azekiel walked closer to the guards to see just what they were trying to do by blocking the path, only to find them drawing out their weapons on him.

Seeing the weapons being drawn out, Azekiel slowed down.

"Where do you think you are going?" One of the guards asked.

Azekiel didn't know how to answer the question since it was so stupid. Where would he be going? The portal only had one destination... The highest floor that could be accessed at this point. On other Floors, there were other portals.

"I want to get to higher floors," Azekiel answered, pointing his fingers up. "Is there a problem?"

"Don't you know?" The guard frowned. "You aren't allowed to go there anymore. We have orders that no one is allowed to go there anymore!"

"Orders from whom?" Azekiel was slightly surprised. Why would anyone try to stop people from getting there? Was it because the 80th floor was about to be cleared? Were they worried that someone else might get to a higher world without doing much work if they were also there?

Then again, that wasn't possible. Even if a person was there when the floor was cleared, that person still couldn't go to the higher floor unless he had cleared all lower floors, so it was stupid to stop them.

He could see no reason for people being stopped here.

"You are no one to question us. Step back and leave! Come back a month later!" The Guard scoffed. They had been guarding this place for a long time and knew all high ranking kings who had reached higher Floors.

They knew that Azekiel wasn't one of those Kings. It was clear that he was most probably someone who had just arrived on the 45th floor. And if he just arrived there, that meant he was the Weakest King here at the moment.

They didn't need to worry about anything. They could easily hold him back.

"One month? I'm afraid I don't have that much time. If I had that much patience, I wouldn't be here in the first place, will I?" Azekiel asked in response.

Everyone was allowed to use the portal, and he wasn't going to let some people dictate the rules for him in his own Tower!

"Young man, I know you're a King and might have some arrogance buried in your blood, but we are also Kings. If anything, we are only stronger than you. So if you don't want to die, then you better leave this instance. We've seen many people like you who don't realize that there are mountains beyond mountains. Learn your mistakes and turn back before it's too late!"

The guards still didn't allow Azekiel to pass through. Moreover, Azekiel could also see that the person who was leading the Guards was a King and a high-level one at that.

It was an old man who had white hair so long that they were coming down to his knees. The man was also holding a katana in his hands, keeping his eye on Azekiel as if he was going to cut his head off if Azekiel even moved closer to them.

The Katana wasn't even an ordinary weapon but a weapon of sin.

Azekiel knew what would happen if he even moved. He would have to fight these people. He could certainly gain some advantages by killing this King, even though it wasn't easy. Unfortunately, that also meant he was going to climb quite a lot in the ranking tower.

"What's your ranking in the tower?" he asked the man.

The man could only smile. "For a newbie, you certainly know a lot. Then listen carefully. I am ranked sixty in the tower!"

The old man seemed quite proud when talking about his ranking, and it was also very deserved pride since that ranking was nothing to laugh at. It was quite high.

"Despite that ranking, you're still reduced to a mere guard?" Azekiel asked, shaking his head in amusement.

It could be understandable if a useless King were placed here to guard this place since this place wasn't of much importance, according to him. However, they managed to convince someone like this old man?

"Shut up!" The old man raged as Azekiel called him mere guard. He wasn't just a guard here!

"Scram this instant before I'm forced to move you myself!"

"If you think you can, I would definitely welcome your attempt, but I doubt if it's going to be like you expect." Scared was the last thing Azekiel was going to be at this point in time.

Now that he had made up his mind, changing it was impossible for him. "If I kill a ranked sixty, I should enter the top hundred directly. What a headache... I guess I'll just have to deal with the aftermath."

The old man's face twitched as he heard Azekiel's words. It was as if Azekiel was already sure that he could kill him. Not only did he think he could kill him, but also he was worried about his ranking! This young man! The old man was really infuriated.

"Kill him! Teach him a lesson! Cut his tongue so he can never run his mouth again!"

As the guards heard the command of the old man, they all rushed ahead to kill Azekiel. The old man was angry at Azekiel, but still, he didn't feel that Azekiel was worthy to die at his hands. Just how Lords were enough to kill the young man, according to him.

All the Lords that were guarding the portal started running toward Azekiel, firmly holding their weapons.

It was still raining heavily; thus, with each firm step of the guards, the water was splashing everywhere.

"I would've preferred to fight if there was no rain..." Azekiel muttered, noticing his shaking hands. "I'll just have to be fast now that it comes from this..."

He called out his Gauntlets of Gluttony as well, intending to finish this battle fast, not stretching it longer. He preferred to enjoy each of his battles for quite some time before dealing the finishing blow, but in this case, it was different. Because of the rain, he didn't want to waste even a single second as there was no enjoyment for him in fighting in the rain.

His figure disappeared as soon as he called out the Gauntlets.

All the Lords looked around, stunned. They couldn't see Azekiel anywhere. It was as if Azekiel had disappeared and turned into a ghost.

The old Man was also surprised, but he soon noticed where Azekiel was!

"Above you!" He exclaimed, noticing Azekiel floating in the sky above all the Lords.

His warning came for his guards, but it was too late by the time this warning came.

Thousands of needles shot out from Azekiel's Gauntlets. Instead of helping the Lords, the old man only made their deaths more painful since they all looked up at the same time as the attack came.

All the energy needles penetrated the faces of the Lords, passing through, and leaving a small hole in their faces. Their faces bled as their bodies plopped to the ground.

All the guards who were protecting this place had been killed, and Azekiel had received all the experience that he could.

The old man was stunned to see with what ease Azekiel killed all his men. His eyes widened in shock. This man was good... He could even fly even though he was new... Generally, Kings learned to fly when they reached a higher level and leveled up more, so it was quite surprising even for him.

The old man was surprised, but he wasn't scared.

"You might be stronger than I expected, but not strong enough to shake this mountain!" The old man also started floating in the air as his body started rising up.

Since the old man had a high enough level, he had managed to learn flight as well, but even he hadn't learned it as soon as Azekiel did. That's why Azekiel's flight not only surprised him but also surprised his men.

Neither he nor his men were expecting the attacks to come from the sky. Their guards were lowered, which helped Azekiel kill them easily. However, the old man was different. Not only could he fly, but he had already seen the trick of Azekiel at this point.

No matter what Azekiel did, he was sure he could counter it.

"Let's see what you're truly capable of in that case," Azekiel commented as he casually attacked with his needles, just to test the strength of the old man.

The old man firmly held his katana. He swung his katana so fast that even Azekiel had a hard time seeing the movement of his blade. It was as if the blade had just disappeared entirely with the attack.

The old man managed to block all the needles that were coming for him, using the blade of his katana as a shield to protect him from the small projectiles.