Hail the King

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A few surprised shouts also sounded as a few figures fells down alongside the corpses of the Griffins. Some people on the Griffins fell from the sky in a controlled manner, and the only people who had this level of strength were Moon-Class Elites like Huntelaar. They managed to escape into darkness, but they were still inside St. Petersburg.

At this moment, no one paid attention to them; all of the attention was on the golden dragons that flew out of the Royal Palace. That majestic presence and the terrifying power shocked all the warriors of Zenit; some weaker warriors were all forced to kneel on the ground.

That dominating presence made all the warriors of Zenit wanting to worship it.

When most people woke up from the shock, the golden dragons already turned into golden light dots that were dispersing into the air like fireflies. Soon, everything disappeared, it felt like everyone was in a dream. However, that dominating presence was still in the air despite the fact that the golden dragons disappeared.

“That is…… [Dragon Fist]?” Someone murmured so lightly that it felt like he was talking in his sleep.

Fei was shocked! He turned around and looked at the direction of the voice. It was the eldest person in the Holy Church’s group. On his wrinkly face, the shock couldn’t be hidden. In fact, there was a slight sense of respect and fear.

Dragon Fist!

Dragon Fist!!

Dragon Fist!!!

These two words brought everyone a lot of shocks. It was more shocking than the golden dragons in the sky.

Everyone knew what these two words meant! Everyone knew who these two words represented!

It was an unparalleled legend! That was a miracle and the legend of a lord!

Emperor Yassin!

For the last 26 years, Yassin who created and mastered Sub-Sun-Class Combat Technique [Dragon Fist] was the pride of the Zenit Empire and the nightmare of the Spartax Empire.

For the last while, the news about the illness and the potential downfall of Emperor Yassin was spreading around the region, and his lack of appearance during the affiliated kingdom competition seemed to have proved this rumor.

However, [Dragon Fist] showed its fangs!

What did this represent?

Emperor Yassin wasn’t as ill as people had been talking about?

It felt like Krasic couldn’t even defend against the power and the domination contained in the golden dragons…… How could an ill and dying person achieve something like this?

Almost all the warriors of Zenit wanted to roar and express their emotions.

“Emperor Yassin is fine!” This news was very exciting for everyone at the central sword peak. If Emperor Yassin was fine, the Zenit Empire would never have been invaded.

This emperor was able to protect and stabilize the empire with only his fists.

No one could challenge the majesty of Emperor Yassin, just like how no one could defend against [Dragon Fist].

Everyone believed that the Spartax Empire would immediately order their troops to retreat as soon as the news about Emperor Yassin’s healthy condition got out!

“Puff…… !!!”

Just as everyone was still mesmerized by the magnificence of [Dragon Fist], a sudden change occurred.

A blood spurting noise sounded, and Fei immediately froze after he looked at the direction of the noise. Krasic’s body started to shake as blood sprayed out of his mouth like a fountain, and blood also spurted out of the deep wound caused by Huntelaar on his right chest.

“Elder!” Fei rushed over and held onto Krasic who was about to fall down.

At this moment, Krasic was completely covered in blood.

Fei discovered something terrifying! It seemed like blood was leaking out of every pore on Krasic’s body! This was the symptom of a heavy injury as all the bones and fleshes in Krasic’s body were crushed by a huge pressure. Fei’s mind went blank! Krasic was way more injured than it seemed.

“Ah, Mr. Martial Saint!”

“Mr. Krasic…… You…… you are injured?”

All the warriors of Zenit shouted and gasped. None of them expected that Krasic who killed Lkunta and chased away the other three Moon-Class Elites was so severely injured. They all wanted to rush over to help.

At this moment –

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

30 to 40 people jumped in front of them from nowhere and blocked their paths. These men were all wearing brown robes and carried long swords on their backs. With solemn expressions on their faces, they all circled around Krasic. The leading person was very young, and he wasn’t handsome. However, his shiny eyes and sharp eyebrows made him look very special. He looked a little haughty and lonely like [One Sword], but he was a lot warmer and friendly.

“Misters and Misses, please stop here.” This man was very polite, but he stopped everyone from moving up.

Although the people were worried about the Martial Saint of Zenit and his injuries, they listened and moved to aside.

It was clear that these people who just appeared were all from the Martial Saint Mountain. In other words, they were all probably Krasic’s disciples. Although these people had no official positions, they couldn’t be looked down at. On Martial Saint Mountain, even a servant couldn’t be underestimated.

All the warriors from Martial Saint Mountain circled around Krasic and blocked everyone. However, they didn’t stop Fei. Rather, it felt like they respected Fei greatly as they looked at him with admiration. With great understanding and coordination, these people blocked other people’s vision and even somehow blocked all the sounds coming from Krasic and Fei.

“Ah, life is like a dream…… 10,000 years is too long, I only want to fight for today and tomorrow!”

After Girano chugged the wine in the golden cup, he sighed as he hugged onto the four maids. After a surge of magic energy, these five people disappeared. Girano was the only Moon-Class Elite who kept his strength, and he was able to come and leave with ease.

“Why can he stay beside Mr. Martial Saint?” among the people, the Fourth Prince Chrystal pointed at Fei and asked with resentment.

No one answered him.

The warriors from the Martial Saint Mountain didn’t even look at Chrystal as they completely ignored him, and a disdainful smile appeared on that leading young man’s face.

“Let’s go!” Elder Princess Tanasha said as she looked at Krasic and Fei who were both behind all these warriors from Martial Saint Mountain. She waved her hand and left with Ziene and her supporters who were still looking at Fei.

“Let’s go as well,” the Second Prince Dominguez and Paris looked at each other and left with their supporters.

Observant people clearly found that some master warriors from the affiliated kingdoms already took a stance. Some of them left with Tanasha, and some of them left with Dominguez and Paris.

……

Fei was holding onto Krasic tightly. The aura of this Martial Saint was weakening by the second, and Fei could even clearly sense how the strong vitality of a Moon-Class Elite was quickly leaking out of Krasic’s body like water in a bottomless bottle; it was very cruel.

Fei took out a bottle of [Full Rejuvenation Potion] from his storage space and he poured it into Krasic’s mouth despite the fact that Krasic was trying to stop him; Krasic was too weak to actually stop Fei.

However, the effect of [Full Rejuvenation Potion] wasn’t as good as Fei expected.

Even though a Moon-Class Elite was powerful and a bottle of [Full Rejuvenation Potion] couldn’t heal all injuries, it should at least stop the bleeding. Strangely enough, it felt like this potion was useless; life energy was still escaping from Krasic’s body at a fast speed.

“Cough…… Don’t waste such a precious potion. My injuries…… even the gods couldn’t heal me……” Krasic coughed as he shook his head, “My heart…… heart……”

Krasic stated a fact that made Fei’s mind go blank.

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