Inside the palace in Sacred Dragon City, the worried king looked at the intelligence report Feilong had handed him, and his brow furrowed even deeper.
"Feilong, the Doomsday Blood Butcher has disappeared? And the Shadow King, the Hand of Redemption, the Thousand Shadow King, and the Nine-Life Demon Wolf have all disappeared with him? What exactly are they planning?"
A faint chill crept into the king's voice.
"They're planning something reckless..."
"Reckless?"
The king's expression darkened completely. He knew these were the five great rebel leaders, the most powerful forces among all the rebels in the Sacred Dragon Empire. They could practically represent the entire rebellion.
"Just the five of them? What a fantasy. The Sacred Dragon Empire has endured for a thousand years. Do they think it's that easy?"
The king sneered. Those five were far too fanciful. Admittedly, things had been somewhat abnormal in the Sacred Dragon Empire over the past few years. The number of people who had reached the "limit" kept increasing, but most of them had joined the rebels.
By contrast, apart from the old veterans hidden away, the Royal Family had failed to produce even a single Extreme Powerhouse among its younger generation. As one side grew and the other dwindled, the Royal Family's decline was only to be expected.
Yet even in decline, it could not be "overthrown" by a mere five Extreme Powerhouses.
Seeing the confidence in the king's eyes, many thoughts flashed through Feilong's mind. Although he was the king's most trusted man, even Feilong did not know how many old veterans the Royal Family kept hidden-especially those who had reached the "limit."
The so-called limit meant someone like Feilong, who had developed the power of his innate ability as far as it could go and could improve no further. They