"That person just now... didn't he look like King of Chambord?!" Among the onlookers, someone looked at the magical carriage leaving under the royal guards and felt it looked familiar. Suddenly, they realized something and exclaimed in surprise.
"No way?" someone asked in surprise.
"Yes, it really is him. I remember now, around noon, I saw King of Chambord from afar in the Chambord camp; he's the black-haired young man who just got into the carriage..."
"But how could the King of Chambord be under the protection of the royal guards?"
"Also, were those silver greatsword and flaming cross just now... perhaps the aura created by King of Chambord during his battle with other experts?"
"Such terrifying power! I can still sense the lingering aura in the air. His strength surpasses the Six-Star Class. Just how far has he reached?"
" King of Chambord's strength is terrifying. His duel with the Seventh Judgment Knight Krude, tomorrow at noon will be even more exciting! Who will win and who will lose is hard to predict!"
Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, many warriors from various vassal states sat quietly amidst the ruins, closing their eyes and focusing intently on sensing the lingering terrifying power in the air. Such a clash between super-strong individuals was extremely rare for these lower-ranking warriors. Although they couldn't witness the battle up close, even the residual power fluctuations after the fight were a golden opportunity for them to hone and solidify their Dou Qi. Sensing the aftershocks of such power was a crucial chance for many warriors at a bottleneck to improve their strength.
Meanwhile, some people with ulterior motives changed color as they watched the carriage disappear into the distance.
It seems that, in terms of both influence and strength, King of Chambord is far more difficult to deal with than they imagined.
Imperial Martial Saint Mountain.
Located in the capital city of Saint Petersburg, adjacent to the imperial palace of the Great Emperor, Martial Saint Mountain stands like a sword, piercing the clouds and standing between heaven and earth. It is the tallest building in the entire capital city of Saint Petersburg. Even the hundreds of mage towers densely packed in the capital city are far inferior to the proud and solitary Martial Saint Mountain that rises from the ground.
Mount Martial Saint Mountain is inhabited by the Guardian Martial Saint of the Zenit Empire.
The current generation's Guardian Martial Saint is named Krasic, an invincible god in the hearts of all warriors in the empire.
The towering, precipitous sword peaks pierce the clouds, and the sheer cliffs are as smooth as mirrors. There is no path leading to the summit. Even Four-Star-Rank Warrior would be powerless to climb the thousand-meter-high cliff.
Its long-standing isolation from the world has made Martial Saint Mountain incredibly mysterious in the hearts of the empire's citizens.
Some say that atop the mountain lies a magnificent palace of the gods, incomparably splendid, capable of attracting deities.
Some say the mountaintop is a paradise, breathtakingly beautiful, with spring-like weather all year round, teeming with rare birds and animals, and magical medicinal herbs everywhere.
Some even say that the empire's greatest secret is hidden atop Martial Saint Mountain.
However, these are all legends.
Aside from important members of the imperial family, some favored ministers, and a few influential figures within the empire who knew the true nature of Martial Saint Mountain, no one knew whether these legends were true or false. However, one thing was certain— the Guardian Martial Saint held a transcendent position within the empire. Although he did not participate in politics, absolutely no one dared to openly question the Martial Saint's authority, because every generation of Martial Saint was the undisputed number one expert in the empire.
The wind blew through the sea of clouds, scattering the countless stars across the sky.
A slender figure stood silently on the edge of the precipice atop Martial Saint Mountain. His long robes fluttered, and he stood aloof from the world. Even just his back view revealed an unparalleled powerful aura. Within this aura, there was a faint, ancient charm, giving the impression that this figure had become one with the solitary peak of Martial Saint Mountain, which had existed for millions of years.
Martial Saint Mountain has a unique terrain; standing on the edge of the cliff, the entire capital city is visible, and even the twenty-mile-long state-run area outside Saint Petersburg can be seen. At this moment, the area below the mountain is ablaze with lights, as dazzling as the stars in the sky. Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appears in the distance. From the twenty-mile-long state-run area below the Moro Mountains, a giant silver sword suddenly rises and pierces the sky. At the same time, a huge burning flaming cross also appears out of thin air...
The aura emanating from that One Sword strike spread far and wide.
"Huh? This is... that little guy's aura again. Hmm, no, it seems a little different from last time!"
A pleased smile spread across the figure on the cliff's edge. He closed his eyes, sensing the distant atmosphere; everything between heaven and earth was clearly perceived by his senses. Finally, he nodded. "That's right, it's definitely different... Hmm, stronger, and more bizarre... Not bad, another win. But this little guy, he shouldn't be a madman, so why is he like an enraged wolf, biting anyone in his path?"
Just then, another middle-aged man with an unusually aged face silently appeared behind the figure, bowed, and said, "Sir, you were looking for me?"
"Yes, I need to go down the mountain for a while and will be back in four days. During this time, you will be in charge of all matters at Martial Saint Mountain." The figure said calmly without turning around.
"Yes, sir."
To the west of the capital, the black castle is the most magnificent building after the imperial palace.
The tallest black tower soared into the clouds. At its arched, open-air top, a man of imposing stature with sharp, knife-like eyebrows stood proudly, his body as majestic and imposing as a mountain. He gazed towards the distant, twenty-mile-long state-owned district, his expression thoughtful.
Just ten minutes ago, he sensed an aura from a certain direction that, though it was only the second time he had felt it, was incredibly familiar. And from that moment on, he put away his usual playful expression and began to become serious and earnest.
" The Seventh Knight challenged King of Chambord in the name of the Judgment Knight without my consent. Who is so reckless as to extend their reach into the Knights' Hall?"
The tall, imposing man with sharp, pointed eyebrows turned abruptly. "Investigate this matter thoroughly."
"Yes, sir." A deep, ghostly voice responded from the empty air around him, causing slight, transparent ripples to spread through the air before instantly subsiding.
There are eleven giant towers in the black castle.
Besides the tallest tower, there are ten other towers of varying heights and shapes, situated in different locations, surrounding the tallest black tower like stars around the moon, forming the architectural layout of the entire black fortress.
Meanwhile, in the main hall of one of the ten colossal towers, a dazzling golden tower.
A shirtless youth, sitting cross-legged on the smooth, mirror-like black floor of the spacious main hall, seemed to sense something. He suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp, proud gaze fixed on the distance, momentarily lost in thought, " King of Chambord... you've grown even stronger? But what does that matter? I, Chris Sutton, have also made a breakthrough. Sooner or later, I will avenge the humiliation of being naked at Twin Tower Peaks... I will!!"
The next second, the boy closed his eyes again.
A sharp Sharp Metal Dou Qi enveloped him like gold, and compared to the battle at Twin Tower Peaks that day, this aura was even stronger, now firmly reaching the level of Six-Star Class Initial Stage stage.
Not far from the golden tower, a crimson tower exudes a chilling aura.
A man with long, blood-red hair sat quietly on a blood-red throne beneath the statue of the God King in the main hall, his right hand supporting his chin. His aura was the same Sharp Metal Dou Qi, but red in color, overflowing with power. Compared to the golden Sharp Metal Dou Qi of the Golden Knight Chris Sutton, it appeared even more piercing Bloody. His eyes were also filled with a blood-red color. Standing before him was a tall man in prison clothes, covered in wounds, who stood proudly and stared coldly and disdainfully at the man with long, blood-red hair.
"This is your last chance. Tell me the whereabouts of the Secret Map, and I'll spare your life!" The cold voice was like ice.
"The legacy of the Templars is not Butcher like you can touch. I advise you to give up on that idea!" The haughty man in prison clothes scoffed.
"Since that's the case, then you shall die!"
A wisp of golden Dou Qi shot out from between the blood-red-haired man, and sharp sword energy instantly filled the hall. The muscles on the tall, imposing man in prison clothes were sliced off and shattered piece by piece by this sword energy. In the blink of an eye, a living person became a cloud of blood mist and a brand-new, white skeleton.
"Next... King of Chambord Alexander, hehe, you surprised me, but that's not enough, far from enough, hehe. Don't give me the chance to let my Bloody Knight Krud, 'accidentally' kill you on the testing ground."
On the crimson throne, a terrifying red light shone in the eyes of the man with long, crimson hair.
Within the capital city, there lies a deep, secluded underground crevice, a thousand meters deep.
A long sigh.
Why did the operation fail?
"Reporting to your Excellency, a powerful expert appeared beside that woman. That person's strength was astonishing; with just one move, the executioner was defeated, severely wounded, and unable to escape, dying on the spot. All the men dispatched in this operation perished..."
"[ Blood Rose ] Paris... you underestimate this woman. How could someone who can rival the Princess be so easily dealt with!"
"Please punish me, Your Honor!"
"This plan was approved by me, you are Wuzui. Who was that expert who suddenly appeared? Have you found out?"
"Investigating. Currently, the only information available is that this person is the King a sixth-rank vassal state of Zenit located on its border. His true strength is unknown. His most recent feat was defeating Chris Sutton, the Tenth Judgment Knight of Zenit, in the Battle of Twin Tower Peaks!"
"Continue the investigation and gather all information about this person."
"Yes, sir."
"This operation has failed, but the Zenit Empire must have already gained something. Future operations must be even more cautious. However, no matter the cost, the [ Blood Thorn Plan ] plan must continue. I will ensure that from this day forward, the Zenit capital, Saint Petersburg, is shrouded in a cloud of terror!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Step back!"
I saw in the comments section today that I was scolded by a brother because of the update.
There's no way to defend oneself, because the criticism is justified.
I'm ashamed.
But I wasn't in a good state a few days ago and couldn't write anything. I was sitting in front of the computer every day, but it was really agonizing to write. However, I'm feeling a bit better now.
Three chapters completed today. Please add to your favorites and vote! Vote to support Xiaodao!