The ministers who had arrived with Harvey were in shock, their faces cycling through emotions as they struggled to grasp the reality unfolding before them. Harvey, the distinguished ambassador of the allied countries, embodiment of their prestige, had been struck down with a single blow. How could that be? Did someone actually dare to defy the allied countries so brazenly, to stand against the entire Weesten world?Crimson Moon, or Mona, who had been orchestrating the friendly talks, felt her heart nearly stop. She had prided herself on being seasoned in the face of grandeur, but that was beyond anything she had ever encountered. A man had been reduced to nothing in an instant, a sight so shocking it defied comprehension unless witnessed firsthand.That was no ordinary man, either. That was the renowned ambassador of the allied countries, the formidable Lord Luther. His appearances had always signified power, the heavy hand of victory pressing down on the defeated. His image of domin

The swords danced in the sky, weaving together into a serpentine sword formation that vanished into the clouds before reappearing with lightning speed. They sliced through the air, tripling the speed of sound, and set off a chain of thunderous blasts.The sword formation's power cleaved one of the costly Black Wind jets in half, resulting in a shower of fiery sparks.The pilot tried to eject out of the plane, but time had run out. Everything was wiped out as a result of the massive explosion."Our intel is all wrong. His strike zone's way beyond 20 kilometers. Pull back, clear the safe zone, then hit him again!"Shocked by the carnage, the other pilots yanked their sticks in panic, rocketing straight up before banking hard in a full circle to flee.However, Ashton's Web Sword Skill was too powerful and too quick. While his enemies struggled to control their jets, Ashton flew with his Flying Sword and mental focus. It carved a perfect arc through the sky, skewering five jets in one

The decision was unanimously approved, but it was followed by a collective, heavy-hearted sigh.In the face of a villain who had destroyed an entire city's military stronghold, draining billions of dollars in cutting-edge warfare technology, they still needed to find a way to calm the beast. They had to swallow their pride and ask Aarrowsmith, the most powerful nation, to buy them some time.That was pure strength. There was no need for reason when dealing with Weesten nations that relied on brute force. If they were shown strength, they would be willing to talk.Ashton set his course for the southwest.As he moved, a soft glow enveloped him, indicating his connection with the forces of nature and replenishing the energy he had expended. The world was one massive power bank for a natural-born warrior like him.With his magic at work, he sensed Yassen's presence was nearby. Sceponyol was not particularly large. When he crossed the Halvon River, he would be in the southern cities.

"Lord Blood Monarch, I haven't wronged him that much. However, he has chased me from Lindorm to here, laying waste to our military outposts along the Halvon River, leaving a wake of bloodshed. If you don't take him down, Sceponyol's standing in the world will hit rock bottom!" Yassen cried out in desperation.Alexander threw him to the ground and said, "Utter one more word, and you will be the first I slay."He was not about to be played for a fool.Before he made his move, he had already pieced the entire story using the queen's network of spies.Alexander understood why Ashton pursued him there—Yassen was involved in the epic showdown at Lindorm's Edren County, also known as the Battle of the Gods. He also learned that his enemy's rage was fueled by the fact that Yassen's doppelganger had unleashed a vile Blood Curse with his dying breath."Ashton, I will make sure Yassen lifts your father's curse. To make amends, I will throw in 50 billion dollars, a priceless relic from your h

Meanwhile, at the Five-Star Intelligence Building in Aarrowsmith.Hundreds of generals were glued to a massive screen in the control center. It was a place where they boasted the globe's elite military might and commanded millions, orchestrating battles by sea, land, and air. They watched the crystal-clear satellite feed with rapt attention."Gents, the footage is sparse, but from what we've seen of that Lindorm guy, Ashton—what's your take? Should we step in and kill him?" The naval general of Aarrowsmith scanned the room, his tone casual."Well, he's leagues above the legendary realm superbeings and can even pull off one-hit wonders. I would put him on par with a fully developed sixth-gen combat suit. In layman's terms, he is as tough as ten super-soldiers wearing fifth-gen gear.""Don't worry. Whether we are up against superbeings, Lindorm warriors, Sunoria ninjas, the infamous Abashidze Blood Clan, or even the mighty Pharaonic Dynasty—they are all within reach. Our cutting-edge