But why was it a member of the ghost race who had drawn the King of Kings Sword? No one could make sense of it, and it felt rather strange—a member of the ghost race had become lord of the foreign races.
Yet before everyone could recover from their shock, the ghost race aura around that person dissipated, and a pure foreign-race aura erupted, spreading out like a tide and sweeping over everything around it.
Only then did the countless people present realize they had been wrong. That person was not of the ghost race at all; whether in identity or bloodline, he was of the purest foreign race.
Countless people stared wide-eyed at the scene before them, never imagining things would turn out this way. The person they had mocked and ridiculed before was the future King of Kings. Their hearts were so shaken that they could not make a sound.
Zhao Fu gripped the King of Kings Sword with both hands and pulled it free. At once, he felt an incomparably vast power pour into his body, and the membrane that had been blocking the awakening of his Imperial Star was torn apart in an instant.
Holding the sword in one hand, Zhao Fu raised the King of Kings Sword, its blade pointed straight at the heavens, and roared as a terrifying power poured into the sword.
Boom!
A heaven-shaking explosion rang out, shaking the entire world. Not only did those in the secret realm hear it, but the people in the stands heard it as well; more than half of the Otherworld Region heard this thunderous blast and stopped whatever they were doing, looking toward the Ten Academies of the Foreign Races.
A colossal golden sword light, carrying terrifying and astonishing power, shot into the sky as