Upon hearing what the thin, dark-skinned old man said, everyone noticed that the Zenit indeed occupied two of the eight [ Elemental Gate ] —Sun Fei was Zenit, and the blue-haired middle-aged man and his two guards, judging from their clothing and the emphasis they had placed on their words earlier, were also Zenit.
This caused some discontent among those present. Even with the Holy Church's power, they only occupied one [ Elemental Gate ], leaving seven of the twelve outside. Was a mere first-level empire like Zenit more domineering than the Holy Church?
In an instant, everyone's attention was focused on Sun Fei and the blue-haired middle-aged man.
The blue-haired middle-aged man merely snorted coldly, exuding a powerful aura. He remained silent, but his attitude was clear: he refused to make any concessions, and anyone who disagreed should settle things with their fists and swords.
But who would dare to challenge such a formidable master?
Sun Fei paused, looking at the extremely old and despairing experts below the Elemental Altar, his temples graying. A thought struck him, and he announced loudly, "There can be four more people standing beside me." He pointed to several elderly experts in the crowd whose lifespans were nearing their peak, who would die if they didn't break through in their martial arts realm, and whose auras were composed of righteous energy. He said, "You can stand beside me and enter the [ Elemental Gate ] together."
"Oh? Really? Thank you, young king."
"Thank you, thank you so much! The gods will bless you, young man. I owe you a huge favor."
The four experts who were chosen were overjoyed, as if they were dreaming. One of them, whose hair and beard were already white, was even moved to tears. This psychological process of despair amidst hope and hope amidst despair was something even these well-rounded experts found hard to control. Their emotions were written all over their faces, and they thanked Sun Fei repeatedly, saying that they would definitely repay Sun Fei's kindness today.
"Three more people can stand next to those two," Sun Fei said, pointing to the [ Elemental Gate ] where the Necromancer Hasselbaink and the ancient undead dragon were located.
"Well... alright, since King of Chambord has suggested it, we can accommodate three more people." The Necromancer was no ordinary person; he was a shrewd and experienced individual. He immediately realized that His King was trying to win people over again, and promptly made a statement. To outsiders, it seemed as if he was giving face to Sun Fei Sun Fei, the masked and mysterious powerhouse with exceptional strength.
However, these people are indeed worth winning over. They are all powerful figures in the outside world, controlling and influencing a large area. Don't underestimate them just because they are weak in the [ God and Demon Palace ]. Once they combine with their external strength, the energy they unleash is still terrifying. From any perspective, this is a very worthwhile deal.
Three more people were given the opportunity to enter the [ Elemental Gate ]. They repeatedly thanked Sun Fei and the Necromancer, promising to lend a helping hand in the future, no matter how difficult it might be.
"Haha, God teaches us that helping others is helping ourselves." The Ajax king laughed heartily upon seeing this, nodded to Sun Fei, and continued, "Since His Majesty King of Chambord has the kindness to help others, I happen to owe His Majesty a favor today, so I'll repay a small portion first. We can have three more people stand beside us." He selected three from the crowd below the Elemental Altar. Two of them were Prince Fairenton of Ajax and Murdoch, a master from the Great Snow Mountain of Ajax. The third was also an elderly powerhouse, but he excluded [ The Snow Mountain Hermit ] and Doni.
Ajax's statement surprised Sun Fei somewhat.
Two of the three he selected were from Ajax, and he was somewhat resigned to the fact that even if the previous events hadn't occurred, he probably would have kept Fairenton and Murdoch by his side. However, given Ferhenton's status and the fact that he was a very important figure in the Ajax Empire family, it was already a great act of kindness for him to give Sun Fei face and allow an unrelated person to stand beside them.
Although Sun Fei vaguely sensed that something was amiss, he nodded and expressed his gratitude on the surface.
The remaining Elemental Gate were full, with the Holy Church and the Crown Prince of Saint-Germain each having five people. The blue-haired middle-aged man indicated that no one else was welcome to enter. The mysterious white-robed mage kept his eyes closed, his expression extremely impatient, exuding a murderous aura. No one dared to question him. The bald, burly man and the two withered old men beside him were clearly not benevolent; naturally, they would rather waste two spots than allow anyone else to share the [ Elemental Gate ].
The remaining people below looked at Sun Fei with pleading eyes, hoping that Sun Fei could say a few words on their behalf.
Sun Fei could only shake his head. He didn't think he had reached the point where everyone liked him like gold coins. Just Necromancer and the Ajax Emperor gave him face didn't mean others would do the same. Asking again would only result in being rejected and humiliated. Besides, most of the remaining people were menacing and fierce-looking, probably not good people and not worth helping.
"Alright, it seems everyone agrees. Let's activate the Elemental Altar and open the [ Elemental Gate ]," the Necromancer suggested again.
"Wait a minute, who said there were no objections? Heh heh, I still have objections, heh heh, big objections..." The old man, who had previously appeared as dark and withered as a skeleton, chuckled again to stop him. He raised his wrinkled, dead-fish-like eyelids, his eyes revealing a fierce and aggressive light, staring intently at Sun Fei. He pointed a finger and chuckled, "I suddenly feel that this kid is not worthy of entering the [ Elemental Gate ]. He should be kicked out. I recommend him to replace this kid in the [ Elemental Gate ]." His finger pointed downwards towards the Elemental Altar, and the person he pointed to was none other than the astonished [ Snow Mountain Hermit ].
This gaunt old man actually wanted Sun Fei to give up his spot to the [ Snow Mountain Hermit ].
It took everyone a while to react to this unexpected turn of events. Although they didn't understand what was wrong with this devilish old man, they could all see that he simply disliked King of Chambord King of Chambord was deliberately trying to embarrass him.
Does this old man have a grudge against the King of Chambord?
Everyone speculated.
Sun Fei paused, looking at the dark, thin old man. His expression turned cold, and instead of being angry, he laughed and said in a chilling voice, "What are you? How dare you point fingers at me?"
"Heh heh, young man, don't get so worked up. Pointing fingers is the least of your worries." The dark-skinned, thin old man walked straight toward Sun Fei, his body shrouded in black mist, releasing a powerful aura. A mocking expression flickered deep in his eyes as he chuckled, "I simply don't like you and don't want you to enter the [ Elemental Gate ]. Heh heh heh heh... You're just a minor vassal King under the Zenit Imperial Family, while everyone here is a powerful figure from one of the major empires. Compared to them, what qualifications do you, a mere junior, have to replace them and enter the [ Elemental Gate ]? Heh heh, besides, your Zenit Empire even had its Guardian Martial Saint killed. And you're so reckless as to declare war on three major empires at the same time. Your annihilation is only a matter of time. At that time, from the royal family to the poor, everyone will be branded and become lowly slaves. Heh heh, why waste a spot to enter the [ Elemental Gate ]?"
Sun Fei's eyes flashed with a cold light, but his mind became increasingly calm.
This dark-skinned, thin old man was only at the High-Tier New Moon Class Realm, far inferior to him. Yet he dared to provoke him so brazenly. Did he have some kind of backing? Sun Fei's gaze passed over the old man who was walking towards him step by step and fell on the exaggeratedly tall bald Giant under the [ Elemental Gate ] in the southeast corner. The giant's arrogant lips curled into a cruel upward arc, and his expression was cold as he looked over here.
This bald, giant man was one of the few people present whose strength Sun Fei couldn't fathom. He exuded an extremely dangerous aura. If they were to actually fight, Sun Fei knew that his current strength might not be enough to defeat him. Perhaps the dark-skinned old man was relying on this powerful figure. Sun Fei was suspicious, but he didn't know when he had offended such a powerful person. Making an enemy of such a person was truly a headache.
However, in an instant, Sun Fei still unhesitatingly categorized this bald giant as an enemy.
Since the other party has shown hostility, Sun Fei will absolutely not choose to compromise.
The stronger the enemy became, the calmer His Majesty the King became.
He remained expressionless, but the killing intent in his heart grew even stronger.
Regardless, this dark-skinned, thin old man must die.
Dragons have their reverse scales; touching them will surely kill you. Sun Fei's 'reverse scale' is the already deceased Zenit Martial Saint Krasic. Ever since this dark-skinned old ghost insulted Krasic, Sun Fei has made up his mind that no matter the cost, he must make this old ghost pay the price. His Majesty the King calculated the distance and angle of his attack in his mind, and his power had been quietly increasing. The air seemed to be freezing.
"What a pity, I couldn't personally kill Zenit Martial Saint. Hehe, the brains of the Guardian Martial Saint must be very delicious..." The dark and thin old ghost was also gathering his Dou Qi, his whole body making cracking sounds like popping beans. His arms suddenly grew more than 30 centimeters, and his long, narrow, black fingernails were half a meter long, shimmering with a black light, like divine weapons, dragging on the ground, leaving clear marks on the stone slab of the altar.
nervous.
Suspense.
Thank you to the three great ql users for your support, and thank you to every brother for your support as well.