"A Nason Island resident's status still cannot meet my needs..."
Diga stood with one hand behind his back and looked ahead.
"Wait here for a moment, everyone. I'll go claim the Nason King's throne and be back soon."
With that, Diga vanished from where he stood.
"...What did the Sect Master just say he was going to do?"
An old man dug at his ear and looked at the person beside him.
"I think the Sect Master said he was going to take the Nason King's head and would be back soon."
"Well, this..."
Everyone fell silent. So, they were going to conquer Nason Island?
Meanwhile, Diga had already arrived where the Divine Tree stood. This Divine Tree, the inherited foundation of Nason Island, was neither majestic nor towering or thick. Its golden branches were not even as thick as a finger.
But that was merely the Divine Tree's outward appearance. Though it had a physical form, it was also the rule that shrouded all of Nason Island, sustained through the generations with the past Nason Kings as nourishment.
Crack—
Diga casually snapped off a golden branch. The next moment, black-hole-like spatial portals appeared around him.
"Who are you?! How dare you—"
A figure stepped out of every portal, each wearing an angry expression. Yet when they saw Diga clearly, especially the golden branch in his hand, the anger on their faces instantly turned to shock.
Breaking off a golden branch represented issuing a challenge to the Nason King. The victor became the new Nason King—this was indeed a Nason Island tradition, but very few people knew of it.
The Nason King, the Nason Guard, and the heirs chosen by the Nason King—there were only this handful of people.
How did this man know?
Then, they immediately realized:
"No—!"
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