At that moment, Mo Chen felt as though an invisible hand had clenched his heart. Shock swept through his consciousness like a tsunami, leaving his mind blank, filled only with the suffocating weight of those words...
I gave him that code name. Why wouldn't I know it?
They left him unable to breathe.
In the deathly silent hall, the panicked guests all stared blankly at Mo Chen as he lost his composure.
They had not even grasped what had happened. All they had seen was Mo Chen draw his blade, a black hole rising behind him as he unleashed an imposing aura and prepared to fight to the death.
Yet a moment later, just a few words from the Black King had shattered Mo Chen's fighting spirit, leaving him on the verge of losing control.
"That's impossible!! The Federation Chairman received his code name from the great Pioneer a hundred years ago! It signified that the Chairman was chosen by destiny!
You're merely the Head of the Ten Kings of North Mang. How could you possibly..."
Mo Chen's roar abruptly cut off. His eyes flew wide, bloodshot as he stared at those black eyes beneath the black mask, as indifferent as a god's.
A terrifying thought rose in his mind.
He clearly remembered that the Black King was known as an ember left over from the Old Era, a mighty figure who had survived since the Great Cataclysm...
Could it be...
When the Black King first emerged, Mo Chen, as the lieutenant general stationed in North Mang, had naturally received the news immediately. He had reported it to the Federation, only to receive a terse reply.
[Issue a bounty as prescribed. Do not provoke him!]
At the time, he had assumed the Federation was worried he could not handle the