Another powerful aura descended. Everyone looked up toward the horizon as a black-robed figure emerged from the white mist, long, slender legs carrying him straight from the edge of Eight Trigrams Peak to the altar.
For once, he had taken off the hood he always wore, revealing a snow-white neck and an exquisitely beautiful face, his expression indifferent, as cold as an iceberg.
His stunning appearance, coupled with his mountain-like presence, left countless people staring.
"So beautiful..."
"You've been blessed with a rare stroke of luck. This one hardly ever shows his true face. Whatever else happens at this gathering, that glimpse alone made it worthwhile."
"Who is that?"
"The King of the Metropolis. Not only is he beautiful, but he acts with decisive force, too. He single-handedly quelled the sinister zombie uprising in our Southern Capital region!"
"He's so beautiful, and so dashing! Even as a woman, I want to marry him!"
"..."
The crowd was incredibly excited. Their cries for the King of the Metropolis were clearly louder than those for the previous three kings combined.
The King of Equality covered his forehead helplessly, bitterly lamenting this damned world that judged people by their looks.
The atmosphere was electric.
Amid it all, someone even whistled.
Everyone froze.
This was a Yama! Shouting was one thing, but was it really a good idea to flirt like that?
The crowd grew a little quieter.
Everyone had intended to pretend they had heard nothing, but that reckless whistle sounded again. Then the culprit even pulled out a Megaphone and started shouting.
"King of the Metropolis, I love you like mice love rice!"
"King of the Metropolis, I miss you like a wind that's traveled eighty thousand miles!"
"..."
"Fuck! Badass! Ghost Qi +999!"
"A true warrior... Got a death wish?... Respect...