Several exclamations rang out from the sky as several figures plummeted through the blood rain. The figures struggled to maintain their descent speed, gliding erratically into the distance. With such strength, they were clearly Huntelaar and his group, falling far into the vast darkness of the imperial capital, like drops of water falling into the ocean.
These people ultimately failed to escape Zenit safely.
At this moment, few people paid attention to Huntelaar and the others who had fallen into the vast darkness of the night, because almost everyone was shocked by the giant dragons that sprang out from the palace. The indescribable and terrifying aura of that dragon made every Zenit warrior standing on the Martial Saint Mountain stand frozen in place, and some warriors with slightly weaker strength even prostrated themselves on the ground.
That domineering aura of martial arts inspired martial artists to instinctively kneel and worship.
By the time everyone realized what was happening, the golden dragons had already transformed into mottled golden specks of light, scattering like fireflies dancing in the sky. They quickly dissipated and disappeared into the dark night sky, like a dream drifting away in the wind, ultimately turning into nothingness. However, their magnificent and irresistible kingly aura still lingered majestically in the void.
"That's... Dragon Fist?" someone murmured in the distance, their tone almost like a dream.
Sun Fei was shocked. He turned his head and saw that the speaker was the old priest with white hair and beard among the ten experts of the Church. His eyes, filled with Zongheng wrinkles, were filled with undisguised surprise and shock, and even a fleeting trace of fear.
Dragon Fist!
Dragon Fist!!
Dragon Fist!!!
These two words brought a shock to everyone, including Sun Fei, like a raging tide, far surpassing the dreamlike scene of the golden dragon Zongheng.
Because everyone knows what the words "Dragon Fist " represent, and who they represent!
It was a legend of martial arts, a legend of a certain period of time, a legend of an emperor.
Yassin, the founding emperor of Zenit!
For twenty-six years, the man who created and mastered the [ Dragon Fist ], a martial art hailed as the only one within a hundred Yassin capable of reaching the threshold of the Sun Class martial arts, has been the pride of countless citizens of the Zenit Empire, and also the nightmare deep in the hearts of countless Zenit people!
Recently, rumors have been circulating that Emperor Yassin is nearing the end of his life. Emperor Yassin has been living a secluded life, even making a brief appearance at important occasions such as the opening ceremony of the Imperial Martial Combat Competition. People have never even seen his true face. All of this seems to further prove that this man is getting old.
But now, [ Dragon Fist ] has reappeared and is before the world.
What does this mean?
Does this mean that Emperor Yassin wasn't actually on his deathbed as legend suggests?
The golden dragons conjured by those punches possessed unparalleled majesty and domineering power, giving everyone the impression that even Krasic at his peak would find it difficult to withstand... How could such power be unleashed by a decrepit old undead?
Thinking of this, almost everyone couldn't help but shout and roar.
The news that Emperor Yassin is unharmed is incredibly encouraging for the empire. There is no doubt that while Emperor Yassin remains healthy, the Zenit Empire will face a crisis!
This martial arts master and emperor of the empire, with his two fists alone, can stabilize the entire empire.
No one can challenge the majesty of Emperor Yassin, just as no one can remain undefeated under the [ Dragon Fist ]!
No one doubted that once news of Emperor Yassin's safety and well-being spread, the Spartak Empire would likely withdraw its troops from the border within a single night!
"Ugh... Pfft!!"
Just as almost everyone was still immersed in the shocking afterglow of Emperor Yassin's [ Dragon Fist ], a sudden change occurred—
Suddenly, a muffled thud and the sound of blood splattering rang in his ears. Sun Fei looked in the direction of the sound and his blood almost froze. He saw that the Martial Saint Krasic, who had been standing upright in the distance, suddenly began to sway. He tilted his head back and blood gushed from his mouth like a fountain. At the same time, blood also gushed from the horrifying wound on his right chest left by Huntelaar's sneak attack.
"Senior!" Sun Fei rushed over frantically and caught Krasic's collapsing body in his arms.
By this time, Krasic had become a blood-soaked figure.
Sun Fei was horrified to discover that every pore on Zenit 'Martial Saint body seemed to be gushing blood. This was a symptom that would appear after a severe injury where the bones and flesh were almost crushed by the immense pressure. His King's mind went blank. It was clear that Krasic's injuries were far more serious than they appeared.
"Ah, Martial Saint!"
"Lord Krasic, you... are injured?"
The Zenit warriors gasped in shock, none of them having expected that Krasich, who had just slaughtered the Spartacus Martial Saint Iaquinta and left the three Moon-level powerhouses Huntelaar, Costacurta, and Amaury in a sorry state, was already so badly injured. They all wanted to rush over immediately.
At this time--
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A multitude of figures appeared from all directions, thirty or forty people, all dressed in linen robes, carrying long swords, their expressions sorrowful. They surrounded Krasic. The leader was extremely young, with an ordinary appearance, not handsome, but his starry eyes and sword-like eyebrows gave him a sharp look. He possessed a kind of aloofness similar to that of [ One Sword One Sword ], but with a touch more detachment and warmth.
"Gentlemen, please stop!" The man spoke politely, extending his arm to block the crowd from entering.
Although the more than ninety Zenit warriors were worried about the Martial Saint's injuries, they obediently stood at a distance.
Everyone could tell from their attire that the people blocking their way were from Martial Saint Mountain. In other words, they were very likely disciples of Martial Saint Krasich. Although they were not nobles or officials of the empire, even a lowly servant in Martial Saint Mountain was of noble status and not to be underestimated.
The martial artists from Martial Saint Mountain blocked everyone on the outside, but they overlooked Sun Fei. Moreover, they showed great respect for Sun Fei and tacitly protected Krasic and Sun Fei in the middle, blocking everyone's view. They even faintly fluctuated their power and aura, and blocked out the sound.
"Alas, life is but a dream, ten thousand years is too long, seize the day!"
Crown Prince Gilano of Saint-Germain, surrounded by beauties, drank the wine from his golden goblet, embraced four stunning women, and with a flash of magical energy, the four disappeared from Martial Saint Mountain. Gilano was the only Moon Class expert in today's battle who had retained his full strength, so he naturally came and went with ease.
"Why is he allowed to stay by the Martial Saint Saint's side...?" In the crowd, the disheveled Fourth Prince Christo pointed at Sun Fei and questioned him with some resentment.
No one answered him.
The forty-odd disciples of Martial Saint Mountain remained expressionless, as if the fourth prince of the empire before them was nothing more than a wisp of air. Even the young man with starry eyes and sword-like eyebrows had a hint of disdain on his lips.
"Let's go!" Princess Tanasha gave the two figures behind the crowd a deep look, waved her hand, and led her guard Ziyan, who was also staring at Sun Fei, and a group of noble experts around her, away along the path they had come from.
"Let's go too!" The second prince Dominguez, and the Witch Paris, exchanged a glance and left with the nobles and experts who belonged to their side.
Some astute individuals noticed that among the experts of the vassal states, some had already chosen sides, siding with the Second Prince and the First Prince respectively, and had left with the Eldest Princess and Dominguez.
Sun Fei held Krasic tightly. The aura of this illustrious Imperial Martial Saint was weakening little by little. Sun Fei could even feel the powerful life force of the Moon Class expert flowing away like a rushing stream. It was a very terrifying and cruel feeling.
Sun Fei Summon a [ Full Rejuvenation Potion ] from his sash space and, ignoring Krasic's attempts to stop him, poured the entire purple potion into Krasich's mouth. The Martial Saint was already extremely weak and could not stop Sun Fei's actions.
However, the [ Full Rejuvenation Potion ] did not work as well as Sun Fei had expected.
Moon Class expert possesses formidable vitality. While a single bottle of [ Full Rejuvenation Potion ] could not completely heal Krasic's injuries, it could at least stop the bleeding. However, strangely, the [ Full Rejuvenation Potion ] seemed to have no effect whatsoever, Sun Fei could still feel Krasic's vitality draining away bit by bit.
"Cough cough cough... Don't waste such precious medicine, my injuries... even... even a god couldn't heal them..." Krasic coughed up blood a few times, gently shaking his head, "My heart... my heart..."
Krasic uttered a fact that left Sun Fei's mind blank—
Second update. My head hurts so much, my neurasthenia is acting up again.