For a moment, the people exchanged puzzled glances. While most of them were aware that Rufus wasn't in the best of health, they believed he still had several years ahead of him. Rufus deciding to step down just as they had resolved all their issues caught everyone off guard. "Rufus, aren't you moving this too hastily?" Eloise advised. "I agree, Your Highness. You're full of vigor and likely to live a long life. There's no need to step down at this time," Wyatt said with straightforward honesty. While the others were filled with uncertainty, they dared not speak. They were afraid of offending the future Prince if they urged Rufus to stay on the throne. Those wise enough knew it was best to remain silent and observe the unfolding situation. "I know my condition best. I don't have much time left. With everyone gathered here, it is my final wish to make arrangements for the time after my departure," Rufus said with a faint smile. "Rufus—" Eloise began to speak, but Rufus ra
Lincon's statement drew many curious glances. Anyone smart enough could clearly tell that Austin had more supporters. Therefore, selecting Austin would be the wisest choice.As the brains behind West Lucozia, Lincon was seen as the strategic advisor of the region. It appeared rather unusual for him to go against the trend and support Logan."Sir Lincon, I respectfully disagree." Tyrus countered, "Prince Logan's martial talent is indeed unparalleled in West Lucozia. However, the title of Prince of West Lucozia is not merely bestowed upon a formidable warrior. "Prince Austin, on the other hand, not only excels in both martial and literary arts, but he also has widespread support. Having years to hone his skills in the military, he has demonstrated excellence in various aspects. "If Prince Austin assumes the throne, he will undoubtedly lead West Lucozia into an era of prosperity like never before!" Austin was the King's nephew and also his future son-in-law. Given the impending
Rufus smiled. "No need to be so reserved. Today is a private gathering, and everyone here is part of the family. Feel free to express your thoughts openly. There's no need to hold back.""Since Prince Rufus has spoken, I won't decline," Adam said. He rose slowly, offering a courteous nod to those around him before speaking. "These are my personal views. If they inadvertently cause offense, I hope everyone here won't take it to heart.""God of Military, you're too humble. You're an important contributor to the nation's strength, and your insights undoubtedly carry extraordinary weight.""Absolutely, God of Military. Why don't you enlighten us on your preferred candidate?" The crowd chimed in with curiosity.Adam's significance required no explanation. As Dragonmarsh's God of Military and the future heir of the royal Spanner family, his influence was immense. Surveying the room, he stood among the most distinguished attendees. "Very well, I shall express my thoughts," Adam bega
Julius' remarks attracted many sidelong glances. As the former Grand General of the Iron Stallion Cavalry, while his character was highly controversial, his capabilities were unquestionable. After all, he was only able to assume his current position through numerous hard-fought battles.If someone as charismatic and visionary as Julius similarly believed that Logan was the most suitable for the throne, they would have to reassess their views.Initially, they supported Austin because of Logan's perceived lack of influence. However, that didn't seem to be the case now. With the support of influential figures like Adam, the God of Military, and Julius, the Iron Stallion Cavalry Grand General, many were reconsidering their decisions. "Julius, could you please elaborate on your reasons for choosing Logan?" Rufus asked with a smile."My reasons are similar to Sergeant Spanner's. I value a person's talent and capability." Julius earnestly explained, "In the recent eradication of
"Huh?" The crowd was dumbfounded by Dustin's response and exchanged perplexed glances. What was going on?The position of the Prince of West Lucozia was an immensely prestigious role, a supreme authority coveted by countless individuals. Based on previous successions, they had expected the two brothers to engage in a ruthless struggle for the throne.Why were things taking such an unexpected turn?Not only were they not competing for the throne, but they were also willingly relinquishing it. It was as if the throne held no significance to them. Never in history had they witnessed such an occurrence. At that moment, both Austin's and Logan's supporters were frozen in disbelief. They stood there, mouths agape, uncertain of how to react. While they passionately debated in support of their chosen prince, the brothers were turning away from the throne instead. Was this some kind of joke? "Logan, didn't we agree on this? You would take the throne, and I would serve as your gen
Though Julius was displeased, he dared not speak. While the two brothers continuously declined the throne, unwilling to become the Prince, the reality was that the throne could only be claimed by one of them. Julius was aware of this fact and dared not entertain improper thoughts lest he meet the same fate as Reagan. "That's enough, you rascals! I'm allowing you to inherit the throne, and you act as if it's a punishment. Is it that difficult to accept?" Rufus scolded, irritated by Dustin's and Austin's behaviors.Neither of his sons wanted the throne, making it seem as if the position was worthless. Rufus felt embarrassed to have this many dignitaries witness the spectacle."I'm really not interested. You might as well pass it to Austin." Dustin shrugged. "I'm incapable of taking up the responsibility. The Prince of West Lucozia has to be you!" Austin asserted sternly."Silence! Both of you!" Rufus slammed the table and snapped, "I will decide on this matter and will not tol
"This is not something your men can help me with. Besides, this was a promise I made, and I can't just break it," Dustin said, sipping on his tea.With the Celestial Eye, he had a significantly higher success rate in searching for the Dracan essence. For anyone else, it would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. "Fine, you're free to pursue the Dracan essences. But what about after you find it?" Rufus asked again."I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. I haven't thought that far ahead." Dustin shook his head."Since you haven't considered it, I'll take the liberty of doing so for you!"Rufus asserted sternly, "Once you fulfill your promise, you'll return home and assume the throne. I'll ensure everything is well-arranged to spare you any concerns.""I told you. I don't want the throne," Dustin refused outright. "You're my son. If you don't become the Prince, who will? Austin?" Rufus snapped."Austin is talented in all aspects. So, why not?" Dustin retorted. "Aus
"Alright, it's getting late. You should go back to your room and rest," Rufus said wearily, waving his hand. The decision to appoint his eldest son as the heir to the throne was not only because he recognized his capabilities. He was also driven by a sense of guilt, wanting to make amends. Unfortunately, Dustin lacked ambition and harbored no aspirations to rise above others. Therefore, Rufus refrained from pressing too hard.As a dying man, his only wish was for the well-being and happiness of his sons. The rest was no longer a concern.Dustin opened his mouth as if to speak but ultimately remained silent. He then stood up and left. He had no desire to become the next prince, at least not now. To the outside world, the title of Prince of West Lucozia symbolized supreme power, boundless wealth, glory, and the pinnacle of prestige. However, to Dustin, it represented a burdensome role. Assuming the throne meant bearing an overwhelming load. He would no longer be able to consi
Willem's wings, black as night with a metallic sheen, erupted from his back. Fully extended, they stretched over 30 feet. With a gentle flap, a storm of wind and eerie howls swept through the air. The sheer force was intimidating to behold.His appearance had also undergone a drastic transformation. Willem's once-handsome face was now gaunt, his skin wrinkled, and his cheekbones jutted out. Fangs protruded from his mouth, and two sharp horns sprouted from his head. He had grown taller, but his body was unnaturally thin, with his ribs and sternum visible beneath his skin. From a distance, he looked like a towering, monstrous skeleton. It was an unsettling sight that sent a chill down anyone's spine.This was Willem's ultimate form. After the transformation, his speed, strength, defense, and reflexes were greatly enhanced. His thirst for blood grew even more intense, turning him into a bloodthirsty demon.The gods, who had expressed dissatisfaction moments ago, now stood paralyzed
Willem was so fast that, even to a grandmaster, it would appear as though he had teleported, leaving no time to react.Bailey had already drawn Arion's full attention, making Willem's sudden attack almost impossible to counter.When everyone thought his attack was about to succeed, a red divine talisman suddenly shot out and stuck to his forehead just as his fangs were mere inches from Arion's neck.The talisman exploded, releasing a surge of violent energy that blasted Willem over ten yards away. Before he hit the ground, a blazing fireball instantly engulfed him.He screamed as he turned into a human torch. The fire burned fiercely, scorching his flesh and charring his body.The flames clung to him like a curse and were impossible to put out. His blood energy crackled and hissed as the fire burned, and thick black smoke rose from his body.The sight shocked everyone.Just moments ago, Willem had almost succeeded in his ambush, but Arion had been prepared. With a single talisma
Thousands of golden whips lashed out with the force of a storm, and it was impossible to dodge.The group led by Bailey launched their attacks to block and continually struck the golden whips. With each collision, energy erupted, followed by loud booming sounds.Arion stood firm like a mountain. His body was enveloped in golden light as he swung his whips. Even though he was outnumbered, he still held the advantage.Bailey and the others couldn't break through at all. A few slightly weaker gods from the Hall of Gods were forced to retreat with each lash and struggled to withstand the onslaught.At that moment, everyone finally realized the terrifying power of Dragonmarsh's strongest martial artist. Even the attacks evolved from the Glow Incantation were enough to throw them off balance."I don't believe these things can stop me!"Bailey roared as his body began to change. His already large frame grew even bulkier, like a small mountain. His shirt tore as his muscles expanded, and
The sudden turn of events took everyone by surprise. No one had expected Arion to strike so suddenly; he was so fast that they couldn't even see his movement.Even Willem, renowned for his speed, couldn't react in time. One slap had sent him flying—simple, brutal, and unstoppable.At that moment, they finally realized that the seemingly harmless Arion was much more formidable than they had imagined.Willem staggered to his feet and reached up to straighten his twisted neck. His collapsed cheek began to heal at a visible rate. Fortunately for him, vampires possessed extraordinary regenerative abilities. Without it, the slap would have crippled him."You're strong for an old geezer, but it'll take more than that to finish me off," Willem hissed through clenched teeth. The bloodthirst in his eyes was unmistakable as he glared at Arion. If he could drain Arion's blood, his strength would surge to unimaginable heights."Oh? This is interesting." Arion raised an eyebrow with a faint smi
The battle between the Hall of Gods and Sacred Wrym Summit raged with unrelenting intensity. The Hall of Gods had made meticulous preparations for this invasion. Besides recruiting powerful martial artists from around the world, they also distributed valuable enhanced serums to everyone. To counter Sacred Wrym Summit's Stormcraft technique, they developed a special combat suit capable of resisting such attacks. Generally, a divine martial artist struck by Stormcraft would instantly lose their combat ability, but this special suit reduced the effectiveness of the attack by half. Even if struck, they could recover after a brief moment to continue fighting. The defensive capabilities of this gear were nearly flawless.In addition, their greatest strength was the sheer weight of their numbers. They had at least ten thousand people, including hired outlaws, under their command. During the siege, they were densely packed like a swarm of bees.In contrast, Sacred Wrym Summit had only
Willard's ultimate move cleared the battlefield in an instant. The martial artists who had rushed forward were either dead or critically wounded, with no ability to defend themselves."This… How is this possible?" Hank's eyes widened in terror as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.Under the restriction of the sealing formation, even ultimate grandmasters couldn't unleash their full strength. But Willard, with nothing more than a flask of liquor, had managed to tap into a supreme divine power far beyond his cultivation level.Though he was only at the grandmaster level, his move, Infinite Spirit Manifestation, carried the might of an ultimate grandmaster. If he were to use it again, the outcome would be grim for everyone, including himself."Retract!" Willard took a deep breath and the thousands of illusory images that had surged forth earlier instantly retracted into his body. His face turned red and pale as his breath grew heavy and ragged.The toll of using Infinite Spirit Manif
"Take a guess." Willard didn't answer. Instead, he took another sip from his flask.His cultivation had been sealed, but his strength came from the wine in his hand. The wine was refined with valuable herbs and contained dense spiritual energy, which he could absorb and convert into combat power.In short, every sip made him stronger. Even with his cultivation sealed, he could still execute powerful techniques."It's the wine, isn't it?" Garrett's gaze landed on the flask, and a quick realization set in. Willard drank before and after every attack, which hinted at something suspicious."Bingo. But no prize for you." Willard smirked and launched forward with a palm strike aimed at Garrett. Though his strength wasn't at its peak, the attack remained a deadly threat to the already injured Garrett."Mr. Styles, save me." Garrett knew he had no chance of blocking it and cried for help."Go to hell, traitor!" Hank saw the internal commotion unfold and threw a powerful punch at Willard
With a longsword in hand, Dustin plunged into the crowd like a tiger among sheep and cut down his enemies with brutal efficiency.Though he couldn't tap into his mystical energy, his physical strength far outstripped that of an average martial artist. His speed, power, reflexes, and combat skills crushed anyone in his path.Every swing of his blade was precise and targeted the enemy's vital spots with deadly accuracy, which left no room for defense.Under his relentless assault, the assassins were helpless. The air rang with their screams as bodies fell one after another.Unlike the tournament match, Dustin now unleashed his full power in this life-or-death fight. His attacks were becoming more brutal and relentless than ever."This kid's tougher than I thought." Hank frowned as he watched his men struggle.He hadn't expected Dustin to have such formidable combat prowess, even with his sealed cultivation. If an unmatched genius like Dustin couldn't be made an ally, he had to be e
"Step forward, and you're dead!" Facing the onslaught of desperate assassins, Dustin showed no mercy. With a swing of his long sword, a dazzling sword aura swept through the darkness like a crescent moon and briefly illuminated the night sky. The assassins only saw a flash of white light and instinctively stopped in their tracks. When the brilliance faded, those at the front stood frozen as if struck by a paralysis spell.A moment later, heads tumbled to the ground, like ripe fruit falling from a tree. The headless bodies stood upright for two seconds before collapsing, blood splattering everywhere.The gruesome sight shocked everyone. They exchanged uneasy glances and were hesitant to move forward. No one had anticipated Dustin's sword to be so fast that the fallen couldn't even defend themselves.The assassins who had just been killed were among the elites. Yet, none of them could block even a single strike. The difference in strength was clear."What are you standing aroun