The blue-haired middle-aged man who suddenly appeared with overwhelming force and forced D'Alessandro to retreat with a single blow was none other than the founder of the Zenit Empire, the most noble, illustrious, and legendary emperor in the empire's history— Emperor Yassin.
The eldest prince Arshavin, uttered a soft exclamation, which resounded like a thunderclap in everyone's ears.
Emperor Yassin has lived a secluded life in recent years, rarely appearing in public. As a result, many young nobles and soldiers do not know what the emperor looks like. Only the old ministers who fought alongside Emperor Yassin and the high-ranking nobles who occasionally see the emperor in the palace can recognize the identity of this legendary emperor.
At this moment, Emperor Yassin wore a light blue imperial robe with a gold belt around his waist. His long blue hair flowed like a ocean down to his waist. He did not hold a scepter or wear a crown, but his indescribable aura made everyone believe that only someone with such temperament and demeanor could be worthy of the title "Emperor Yassin ".
The nobles all wore expressions of disbelief.
For nearly twenty-six years, Emperor Yassin had lived a secluded life. News circulated in the palace that His Majesty's long-standing illness had flared up, his health was extremely poor, and his life was in danger at any moment. In particular, recently, the news of Emperor Yassin's dying breath had been spreading, and almost everyone in the empire believed that His Majesty's days were numbered and that he might pass away at any time.
It was precisely these rumors that caused unrest within the empire, leading some nobles to seek refuge with the empire in the face of crisis.
But now, looking at his arrogant and domineering demeanor, his vigorous blood and vitality surging like a vast ocean, it is awe-inspiring. It is as if he is facing a god. Even the Emperor Yassin in his prime could not have achieved this. How could he be the dying and declining figure in the rumors? He is clearly at the peak of his martial arts.
What secrets are hidden within this?
Why did Emperor Yassin suddenly retire at the height of his power, and repeatedly spread rumors that he was nearing the end of his life?
The nobles felt their minds buzzing with chaotic thoughts. This earth-shattering discovery filled them with dread. Just thinking about the things they had secretly done during this period made them break out in a cold sweat and tremble with fear.
Who... are you?
D'Alessandro stood in the void, with rolling black clouds behind him, the ground cracked, and floods raging, like the end of the world. His face showed unspeakable shock. The battle just now had put him under immense pressure. The blue-haired middle-aged man in front of him was powerful and not inferior to him.
"I, Yassin, Emperor of Zenit."
The calm voice of the blue-haired middle-aged man revealed an undisguised nobility and authority, exuding an air of superiority and leaving no room for doubt.
Behind Emperor Yassin, the sun shone brightly, the sky was high and clear, the earth was covered with green grass, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the land was bathed in golden sunlight. The sky was azure with fluffy white clouds, a truly breathtaking sight.
The figures of the two powerful figures seemed to be the dividing line between light and darkness, Paradise and Hell, clearly separated, forming a rare and spectacular phenomenon in the world.
"You are the King of Zenit?" D'Alessandro's astonishment was beyond words.
This was truly unexpected. In his eyes, the emperor of a mere first-level empire was nothing more than a lowly bandit leader. How could he possibly possess such immense power? With such strength, let alone destroying the Lyon Empire, sweeping across the Northern Region would probably not be difficult at all.
How did things turn out like this?
D'Alessandro opened his mouth, speechless. He was filled with unbearable regret. If he could do it all over again, he would never have provoked this first-tier empire... Now, what should he do? Admit defeat and leave? Or fight to the bitter end?
However, Emperor Yassin did not give him much time to think.
"Forty years have passed since we last met. I never imagined that Maradona's disciples would produce such a scoundrel as you. Very well, today I will seize you and send the Continent Martial Saint to Zenit to demand your return."
As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Yassin raised his hand, and amidst the surging golden power and flames, a loud and majestic dragon roar suddenly resounded from the heavens. From among the white clouds, a gigantic Dragon Talon claw tore through the void, its golden scales shimmering, its claws like divine weapons. Wherever it passed, space was ripped apart like a sheet of paper, leaving behind trails of pitch-black. The golden Dragon Talon claw, carrying an indescribable, otherworldly, divine power, slowly pressed down upon D'Alessandro.
Dragon Fist First Form: Dragon Descends upon the Mortal World!
"This is... Mythical Class martial art?" D'Alessandro exclaimed, Avoid repeatedly.
In the Azeroth Continent, the cultivation methods for any power, whether it be Dou Qi techniques, Dou Qi manuals, or magic, are divided into six levels: beginner, common, advanced, legendary, epic, and mythical.
Power manuals of Legendary Class and above are extremely rare and secret, each possessing earth-shattering power. A single Legendary Class manual can create a Moon Class expert. Mythical Class martial arts, which are of the highest quality, are even rarer, their value no less than that of God Dou Weapon. Even a high-ranking Great Sun-Rank Venerable expert may not be able to master a Mythical Class martial art.
As soon as the Dragon Talon claw appeared, D'Alessandro sensed a sacred aura, an aura unique to Mythical Class martial arts.
Filled with fear, the second disciple of the Martial Saint instinctively Dodge.
But the Dragon Talon was like a magnificent ancient mountain pressing down, covering all directions. No matter how he Avoid and dodged, he was always shrouded in the strange shadow of the Dragon Talon. His whole body made crackling sounds like popping beans, and a pressure that made his bones feel like they were about to break made it hard for him to breathe.
" God-Slaying Art!"
Faced with a crisis, D'Alessandro had no choice but to fight.
The God-Slaying Art is the ultimate skill of Maradona, the Continent Martial Saint, and can be considered Mythical Class martial art. All his disciples learned one move from it as a means of self-defense in dangerous situations. D'Alessandro also mastered one of its moves.
His hands moved with incredible speed, forming and changing hand seals so fast that his ten fingers left afterimages, like a series of transparent flowers that bloomed and withered, evolving into life. A series of resounding metallic clangs echoed through the heavens and earth. Behind him, hundreds of silver giant swords, each hundreds of meters long, stood close together like a peacock spreading its tail, forming a huge sword fan that radiated dazzling divine light.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!!
Thousands of light swords transformed into streaks of light, their sword energy engulfing the entire world, like a rain of falling meteors, bursting forth towards the golden-scaled Dragon Talon!
The giant sword's silver blade struck the Dragon Talon, sparks flying like a series of firecrackers exploding and flashing. Although it lacked the earth-shattering force of the explosions, it exuded an aura that sent shivers down one's spine. Upon closer inspection, one would discover that each explosion contained a clash of the laws of heaven and earth. Endless power of these laws rapidly annihilated and rebuilt, the auras of life and death constantly colliding and intertwining, as if evolving the creation and destruction of the world—a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of things, like white clouds turning into grey dogs.
The massive silver sword struck the Dragon Talon, producing a series of loud cracking sounds.
The entire process lasted at least six or seven minutes. In the sky, Emperor Yassin remained composed and unhurried, while D'Alessandro was pale, his chest heaving violently as he struggled to hold on. Finally, under the storm of impacts from the silver greatsword, the downward pressure of the golden Dragon Talon slowed down, the huge golden scales were shattered and scattered, and the Dragon Talon became increasingly transparent, gradually showing signs of disappearing!
Mythical Class martial arts vs. Mythical Class martial arts.
It seems the battle is about to be decided!
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