Under the watchful eyes of everyone, King of Chambord, holding the hands of his two stunningly beautiful consorts, stepped onto the first of the nine-story, thirty-six-step staircase. After a brief pause upon hearing the roar, he ignored it completely, not even turning around. He continued unhurriedly up the second step as if he hadn't heard a thing.
This attitude completely disregarded the infamous War Pirate Meierbeili, who was notorious throughout the surrounding area.
A gasp of astonishment erupted.
Meierbeili paused for a moment, then flew into a rage, threw her head back and laughed wildly, her voice like thunder, her messy light chestnut hair standing on end like sharp steel needles.
"Good, very good, excellent indeed! In my hundred-year reign Zongheng the continent, this is the first time I've encountered such an arrogant young upstart. Since that's the case, from this day forward, there's no need for Chambord City to continue existing. Every Chambord native will be the mortal enemy of [ Wind-Racing Horse ]! Heh heh, this so-called grand wedding celebration tonight, I think it's over. I want to see if your mouth is tougher, or if my Daozi is sharper!... Alexander, you can't be so naive as to think that these pitiful ants can stop me, Aiermu!!"
With a loud shout from Meierbeili, a tall, thin mercenary with a horse-like face stepped out from behind him.
The man had a long, thin face and a sorrowful expression, as if he harbored deep hatred for the whole world. He wore a very ordinary light red mercenary leather armor and did not say a word, but his killing intent was palpable. He walked step by step toward the nine-story, thirty-six-step platform.
This tall, thin mercenary named Aiermu only took a few steps, and without any flash of Dou Qi aura on his body, he had already lightly and slowly lifted half a meter off the ground, his feet stepping on the void, as if something invisible was supporting him beneath his feet. He walked very steadily, without any haste or urgency, and without the slightest hint of worldly affairs.
" Moon Class expert!" someone exclaimed in uncontrollable surprise.
The fact that this tall, thin mercenary with a sorrowful expression could so easily freeze in mid-air was a testament to his status as a Moon Class expert.
"Ah, I know, he is [ Bitter Killing God ] Aiermu, one of the ten generals of the [ Wind-Racing Horse ] mercenary group. In a fit of rage, he once slaughtered ten cities within a third-level empire in a single night, leaving no survivors, even the infants who had just begun to speak. He is cruel and terrifying, and his fiery battle Dou Qi is strangely unparalleled. He is one of the most brutal Moon Class experts under [ War Pirate ] Meierbeili. It is said that his strength was already close to the Half Moon Class many years ago!"
In the VIP area, someone with inside information revealed the background of the tall, thin mercenary, speaking in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly.
Suddenly, everyone looked at the hundred or so heavily armored soldiers of Chambord City with pity.
No matter how thick the armor, it is as fragile as paper in the face of the power of Moon Class expert. If a master like King of Chambord did not intervene, these hundred or so brave elite soldiers would probably be turned into piles of iron filings and minced meat in an instant. In the face of absolute power, courage and loyalty are of no use whatsoever.
All eyes turned to the young King.
However, all they saw was his back.
King of Chambord Alexander seemed completely oblivious to what was happening behind him, holding the hands of his two stunningly beautiful queens, and continued walking step by step toward the nine-story, thirty-six-step platform.
Does he simply not care about the lives of his soldiers?
still...
A cruel, savage glint appeared on the sorrowful face of the tall, thin mercenary Aiermu.
His eyes flashed with a sharp light. He stood half a meter above the void, gently clenched his right hand in the air, and then pushed. A crimson, scorching beam of light appeared out of thin air with this unhurried movement, and the terrifying aura of power instantly spread across the square.
A casual strike from Moon Class expert would be a fatal disaster for an ordinary Star Class martial artist.
A crimson pillar of flame, carrying the ferocious Death Energy of death, unleashed a hurricane-like wave of scorching heat as it hurtled toward the hundred or so heavily armed and armored Chambord City twenty meters away.
[ The Bitter-Faced Killing God ]!
He wants to kill the soldiers first, then kill the King of Chambord!
On the other side, not a single Urban Management guard from Chambord City retreated. Beneath a hundred silent, black helmets and visors, two hundred cold and resolute gazes remained unmoved by the terrifying attack that could instantly shatter them.
In that instant, a towering figure suddenly appeared in front of the Urban Management officers, blocking the crimson beam of light.
Under the blazing moonlight, a disdainful sneer appeared on the man's face. He calmly and slowly raised his hand, grasping the pillar of flame in his palm in the blink of an eye. Then, with a sudden clench of his fingers, he effortlessly crushed the crimson pillar of flame, which was enough to kill hundreds of Star Class martial artists, as easily as crushing a piece of cheese, and it disappeared bit by bit into the void.
"Hmm?" The tall, thin mercenary Aiermu, frowned slightly, his face filled with sorrow.
This opponent, who appeared out of nowhere, was able to easily shatter his attacks, clearly indicating that his strength had already reached the Moon Class. Moreover, this person possessed a power aura that Aiermu couldn't quite understand, making him an absolutely formidable adversary.
The people on all three sides of the VIP area couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
Everyone felt that this scene was too dramatic and heart-pounding. At such a crucial moment, a Moon Class expert from the Chambord City side, besides the King of Chambord, appeared and blocked the attack of the [ Wind-Racing Horse ] Moon Class expert. No wonder the young King didn't seem to care about what was happening behind him. He must have been prepared all along.
But... can a Moon Class expert really withstand the entire [ Wind-Racing Horse ] mercenary group, including [ War Pirate ] Meierbeili?
Meanwhile, the people of Chambord outside the square started shouting wildly.
"Lord Drogba!"
"Hahaha, it's Lord Drogba! Let's see how arrogant that so-called Moon Class expert can be now! Hmph, how could you pitiful outsiders possibly know about the experts of our Chambord City?"
"Lord Drogba, eliminate these rude fellows! How dare they disrupt my king's wedding celebrations! They all deserve to die!"
The people of Chambord City, who were originally extremely nervous, jumped up and cheered with uncontrollable excitement at this moment. Instead of being afraid of this scene, the people of Chambord were trembling with excitement, their blood seemed to be burning. Men, women, the Old Man and children all clenched their right fists and pressed them against their hearts, unable to hold back their roars.
Want to challenge our supreme King Alexander?
Heh heh, let's get past the Gold Saint who guard the Twelve Golden Holy Peaks first! Today, at this very moment, I'll show you arrogant outsiders what kind of power our Chambord City truly possesses!
Tremble before the king's divine might!
In the center of the square.
"You scum, tell me, how do you want to die?"
Drogba grinned coldly. His wild, long black hair was tied into a ponytail, each strand glossy black, making him look like a warlike lion. His eyes gleamed with excitement, eager to fight.
Of course, what shocked countless people the most was that this ferocious giant was also suspended in mid-air, his feet not touching the ground.
He's also a Moon Class expert!
A Moon Class expert who had never been heard of before and suddenly appeared, belonging to the Chambord City.
A short distance away, [ War Pirate ] Meierbeili paused for a moment, then a ferocious expression flashed across his rugged face as he roared, " Aiermu, kill him! Tear this lowly Chambord man to shreds!"
The gaunt mercenary Aiermu, his face contorted with sorrow, licked his lips with equal excitement, staring intently at Drogba like a wild beast eyeing its prey. Suddenly, he spoke, "If I don't die, you die! Everyone in Chambord City, young and old, men and women, will die tonight, die a horrible death!" He pointed to the dark blue sky and provocatively said, "Too many people on the ground, it's inconvenient. If you have the guts, come with me to the sky for a final battle!" With that, his figure transformed into a fire dragon, soaring into the sky in an instant.
"Hahahaha, fine, if you want war, then let's fight!"
Drogba burst into wild laughter, showing no fear. His massive, imposing body was like a giant axe, soaring upwards at high speed, tearing through the void and carving a shocking orange-yellow crack in the night. In an instant, he caught up with the [ Bitter-Faced Killing God ] Aiermu in the sky.
Boom boom boom boom boom!!!!
The next moment, without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, a fierce battle began in the sky.
Two experts at the Moon Class engaged in a fierce battle.
This was their first battle, and they knew its importance. Therefore, they fought without holding back, risking their lives, and their fighting spirit was high. Every move was straightforward and direct, with no fancy techniques, and they were both striving to kill their opponent in the shortest possible time.
In an instant, in the pitch-black night sky, the Dou Qi of the Moon Class realm was both beautiful and deadly. Orange halos and crimson flames exploded wave after wave. Pitch-black clusters of crimson and orange flames collided continuously, and terrifying energy fluctuations and flames flew everywhere, even more dazzling and beautiful than the previous magical fireworks.
-------------------------------<1027, One Thing Goes with the Wind, Nine Times, Mi Tou, For the support of all the great masters, including Liu Dashen.