At This Point

"Why did it have to come to this?"

As the legendary figure of Lone Star... no, of Ironblood.

Ling Feng, or rather, the other old men who had earned the title of "legend."

Their names had never been valued by the Royal Family.

Everything in Lone Star, ruled by Ironblood, belonged to the Royal Family.

Even the honors once bestowed upon many legends for resisting the demons—in the end, they were merely things the Royal Family could reclaim whenever it wished.

Whether it was rebuilding the academy, fighting the demons, or holding the very front line of the Abyss.

Lone Star and its people had always fought alone. As for Ironblood?

The Royal Family had never valued this place. In their eyes, Lone Star was nothing more than a tool to keep one side in check or rule over it.

From the moment the Royal Family had ignored the facts and forcibly seized Lone Star's spoils of war, using them as a reward to "bestow" upon the other main cities, Xuan Sheng had understood that Ironblood no longer had any reason to exist.

That so-called empire was not worth helping or supporting.

Perhaps destroying such a useless thing as quickly as possible was the right path.

"Words are useless."

Ironblood might no longer be the Ironblood of the past, but Ling Feng would uphold his former promise until his final breath!

Even if times changed, the legends who had completely abandoned everything to become fighting machines would not have their convictions changed so easily.

The storm circling around the old man gradually gathered! The distorted air condensed into one sharp blade after another!

[Ling Feng, Legendary Archmage Lv.92 (Spiritually Wounded) (Strength Equivalent to Lord-class)]

An obscure incantation rang from the old man's lips. Distorted waves came racing in,