At that thought, Reilo made up his mind. A flash of crystalline light appeared in his hand: the Sacred Demon Artifact, Tears of Dawn!
With Tears of Dawn in hand, Reilo hovered in midair and looked down arrogantly. "The power of a Sacred Demon Artifact is enough to rival a pioneer. I suggest you know when to back down, unless you want to embarrass yourself."
Corleon nearly stamped his feet in desperation.
He knew exactly what was about to happen. The old man looked pitifully prayerful as he gazed hopefully at the red-brown-haired man.
Yet the heartbreaking scene still unfolded.
Reilo, who had been so confident just a moment before, now saw something that made his eyelids twitch violently.
The red-brown-haired man merely glanced at Tears of Dawn, then clenched his hand in the air. As though space itself had shattered, a sword seat emerged from nothing and took form beside him, a golden sword embedded in it.
"This! This is!!!"
The moment Reilo saw the golden sword seat, he thought of something unbelievable.
The red-brown-haired man seemed to sense Reilo's shock.
He let out a cold, sinister laugh and said in a low voice, "Heh heh heh. The Xilan Emperor's Glory Sword Seat. Legend has it that whoever possesses it can wield the power of a god. The Xilan Duchy may have fallen, and the sword seat may no longer be replenished by the tide of faith, but the thousand years of faith stored inside should be more than enough to deal with your Tears of Dawn, don't you think?"
It really was the Xilan Duchy's Glory Golden Sword Seat!
According to legend, every king of the Xilan Duchy had dreamed of becoming the Xilan Emperor. By gathering faith with the strength of the Xilan Empire, one could wield