"The spectator area is just ahead. Please follow us, sirs."
After the ten Martial Saint Mountain brought everyone here, they returned the way they came. Two more young warriors dressed in ordinary white robes and carrying long swords appeared before them. Seemingly used to the expressions on everyone's faces, they smiled at each other, snapping everyone out of their astonishment.
The group looked at each other, their eyes filled with astonishment. No one had expected that the summit of Sword Peak, which usually seemed to reach into the clouds, would be such a sight. The air was imbued with spiritual energy, making it extremely conducive to cultivation and a rare blessed land.
Led by two young warriors, he followed along, still feeling dizzy.
The prestige of the Imperial Martial Saint is like an insurmountable mountain, a monument that stands firmly in the hearts of every warrior in the empire. Even a madman like the [ Silver-Armored Berserker ] behaves obediently like a kitten, following closely behind the crowd.
Of course, Sun Fei also understood that this was not out of fear, but out of admiration.
For twenty-six years, the Imperial Martial Saint Krasich guarded Mount Martial Saint, protecting the empire's peaceful life. No matter how corrupt the nobles were, at least the poorest people could feel the stable life brought by this Imperial Martial Saint in silence.
Historical records state that twenty-six years ago, when the empire was newly established and in turmoil, its arch-enemy, the Spartacus Empire, launched an invasion. Emperor Yashin personally led the campaign, fighting in the north and south. Meanwhile, many vassal states, instigated by the enemy, seized the opportunity to rebel. In an instant, the land was engulfed in flames, villages were reduced to ruins, farmland to scorched earth, and everywhere was filled with killing and looting. Bandits roamed freely, and the people of the empire cried out in agony amidst flames and bloodshed. It was the Martial Saint Krasic who, in a fit of rage, traversed thousands of miles in three days and nights, annihilating the royal families of thirty-six rebellious vassal states and crushing eighteen bandit gangs. His iron-fisted methods shocked the entire empire.
After this battle, the rebellion was quickly quelled, and for the past twenty-six years, no vassal King family has dared to rebel with its cavalry. The situation in the empire became stable overnight, the royal family's power became formidable and inviolable, and Martial Saint Mountain truly became a sacred place in the hearts of countless citizens and warriors of the empire.
The trials and tribulations of history forged the glory of the Martial Saint Krasic.
The scenery on Martial Saint Mountain is picturesque, like God Realm on earth, but it is also filled with a solemn and majestic aura that inspires awe in people. Even Sun Fei was filled with awe and worship for this Martial Saint of the Empire.
"The spectator area is just ahead. Please wait here patiently and do not wander around."
After walking slowly for ten minutes, we came to a slightly open grassy area. At the front were a dozen or so stone benches, all of which were already occupied. Many others were standing still, chatting in small groups. There were about seventy people in total, clearly divided into more than a dozen small groups.
Seeing that more people were arriving, they all turned to look in their direction.
Sun Fei looked back without any hesitation, and saw that there were many familiar faces among the early arrivals.
Princess Paris, the purple-clad girl Ziyan, the child emperor Dominguez, the Alluring Witch Paris, the fourth prince Christo, Big Beyoncé, and others were all present. Sun Fei also saw Shirley, the red-clad girl and daughter of Redknapp, the head of the Soros Chamber of Commerce, and the white-clad swordsman who had accompanied Shirley on the way to the capital.
Besides familiar faces, there were also some unfamiliar faces for Sun Fei.
At the very edge of the viewing area, ten figures stood silently. Without needing an introduction, their origins could be clearly discerned from their attire—black and white priestly robes and silver armor suits covered by red cross-strap knightly uniforms told anyone that they were priests and knights of the Church.
Six divine masters and four knights were the observers selected by the Church. Among them, a slightly bald, thin, white-bearded, kind-looking old man in a magnificent robe was surrounded by the others in the very center, clearly the highest in status. Sun Fei could sense that the two bald, white-bearded, kind-looking old men were at least at the Seven-Star Class Initial Stage, making them great experts.
The divine masters and knights beside him were relatively young, the oldest being no more than thirty years old, and their strength was also considerable.
Closest to the Church were five strangers. Their attire suggested they were not from the Zenit Empire. Among them was a middle-aged man, around thirty years old, with a resolute face, tall stature, and short, blond hair standing on end with a gold headband. He had slightly protruding cheeks, sunken eyes, a large nose, and was covered in hair, making him resemble a gorilla from a distance. He sat imposingly on a stone bench, a gleaming silver rapier resting across his knees, his eyes slightly closed, his large, thick Big Hand gripping the hilt tightly as if he held the entire world in his hands.
This is Huntelaar, the One Sword of the Ajax Empire.
The four men behind Huntelaar had obviously had their armor and weapons removed before going up the mountain. They were wearing simple leather-lined armor, with most of their upper body muscles exposed. They wore loose, lantern-style trousers inside tall leather boots. Their muscles were bulging as if carved by a knife and axe. They stood quietly like four javelins, their eyes wary, looking around at the people around them.
Sun Fei had already received intelligence from the [ Letters and Visits Office ] and had some knowledge of the personnel of the other three major imperial delegations. Therefore, he was even more familiar with the characteristics and appearance of important figures such as Huntelaar, the One Sword of the third-level empire Ajax. He recognized him as soon as they met. However, he did not expect that this person could carry a silver sword to climb the mountain, which showed that his identity and strength were extraordinary.
Sun Fei couldn't help but secretly release his Spiritual Power, combined with the Barbarian's keen senses, to perceive the energy fluctuations on Huntelaar's body. He discovered that the Dou Qi fluctuations on Hunter's body were fluctuating wildly, like a spring constantly changing without any pattern, making it impossible to perceive clearly. He was secretly alarmed.
In that instant, as if sensing something, Huntelaar suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes and looked at Sun Fei. A cold glint flashed in his sunken eye sockets, then he turned his head and closed his eyes again, without making any other movement.
Sun Fei remained calm and glanced to the side.
Ten meters away from Huntelaar, sitting on a stone bench, was an elderly man who looked to be about fifty years old.
The elderly man, dressed as a general, wore a set of black and red iron armor. The style was extremely ordinary, but it exuded a very obvious Bloody aura, as if the black and red on the armor were old blood stains. His long, thick, white hair was neatly combed. He had a square face, large ears, and bright, piercing eyes. It was clear at a glance that he was extremely handsome when he was young, and he exuded an aura of calmness and immovability.
"This is Costacurta, the top general of the third-tier empire Eindhoven."
Sun Fei compared the information from the old man with the information he had obtained and quickly drew a conclusion.
Behind Costacura stood three formidable guards, all clad in black iron armor. There was also a female general, also in black iron armor, whose beauty was undeniable, though her skin was a slightly tanned wheat color, likely due to frequent exposure to the elements. Her thick, slanted eyebrows swept upwards towards her temples, and her eyes gleamed with a fierce, iron-blooded aura rarely seen in women, exuding a heroic spirit.
For a woman to be granted the right to observe the Martial Saint Battle despite her inherent disadvantages is truly remarkable; she is no ordinary woman.
Not far from Costacurta and his companions, a middle-aged man dressed in magnificent armor and a golden cloak sat on the third stone bench. He was extremely handsome, especially his pair of phoenix eyes, which were full of captivating charm.
To be honest, before this, Sun Fei had never imagined what an unbelievable and outrageous sight it would be for a man to have phoenix eyes. But when he actually saw such a person, he found that everything was not outrageous at all. On the contrary, it was quite harmonious. Just like the man in front of him, he was not strange at all, but rather extremely charming. His phoenix eyes, which seemed to be smiling, coupled with his slightly sparse chestnut-colored long hair and the ever-curving corners of his mouth, gave this man an extremely dazzling and irresistible charm that could absolutely captivate any young noblewoman in love or any unsatisfied noblewoman.
The handsome man was not accompanied by any guards, but by four beautiful young women dressed in gorgeous and noble attire.
These four beautiful young women, each with a distinct temperament—one alluring, one youthful, one glamorous, and one noble—each adorned in flowing, colorful dresses and with cascading hair, were all stunning beauties, the object of desire for millions anywhere. Yet, at this moment, their eyes were fixed solely on this handsome man, oblivious to the stares around them, and seemingly unconcerned about the impending Martial Saint Battle. They nestled close to him, their eyes shimmering with seductive allure, gently feeding him wine and fruit.
"This handsome man must be Crown Prince Gilano of the Saint-Germain Empire. Rumor has it that this crown prince is extremely dissolute and promiscuous, and seeing him today, it's certainly true..."
Sun Fei shook his head slightly and followed the others to find a spot on the edge of the open grass. Surrounded by Čech, Elena, and other experts from Chambord City, he sat down on the ground. Compared to the scattered experts from other vassal states, Chambord City was indeed a force to be reckoned with in terms of numbers.
Ten meters away from Sun Fei and his group were ten young elite soldiers from the Imperial Army, all clad in armor and exuding an extremely fierce aura. These elites, selected from the military, were all of impeccable character and clean records, absolutely reliable, and therefore allowed to wear armor and carry swords.
Second update.