The King of the Lost Kingdom

"Now that the big matter is settled, it's time to talk about the small ones."

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Du Mu wiped his mouth and said, "What do you think would be the best way to unify all the undersea nations next? I don't want to hear several different voices in the ocean. That would affect the plans ahead."

The people present were somewhat speechless.

Food was the first necessity of the people. Filling one's stomach was indeed one of life's greatest priorities; no one could argue with that.

But could unifying Atlantis really count as a small matter?

Then again, considering Du Mu's strength, it really did not seem like such a big deal.

At worst, he could just steamroll his way through, wipe out everyone who refused to submit, then gather the surviving Atlanteans together. In terms of the end result, that would still count as unification.

The few of them followed Du Mu's usual way of doing things and thought it through a little further. Their backs immediately turned cold.

Arthur quickly put down his crab leg, wiped his mouth, and spoke first. "As long as I return to Atlantis, defeat Orm head-on, take the throne from him, and then invite the other nations into an alliance as the new king of Atlantis, wouldn't that peacefully unify everyone?"

"No!"

Atlanna immediately frowned and rejected the idea. Her gaze toward Arthur was full of worry. "If you and Orm fight over the throne, then according to the kingdom's ancient laws, the duel must take place in the Ring of Fire Gladiator Arena. And by tradition, neither side may surrender. The loser has only one fate: death."

Arthur and Orm were both her biological sons. She did not want to see the two brothers kill