Hail the King

“The viewing area is just in the front. Please follow me.” After the dozen master of the Martial Saint Mountain escorted the group here, they returned immediately. Two younger warriors in white robes who had swords on their back appeared in front of the group and greet them. They smiled at the group as if they were used to this reaction, and they woke up the surprised crowd.

Everyone looked at each other, they all saw the surprise in each other’s eyes; no one expected the top of the tall sword peak to be like this. It was great for cultivations as absorbable energies flowed in the air.

Since the two young warriors were leading the way, the crowd just followed in dizziness.

Martial Saint’s name was like an unclimbable mountain and a monument. The title Martial Saint was sealed in the mind of every warrior of Zenit, and even arrogant warriors like [Silver Armored Vicious Sword] was docile like a puppy as he followed everyone.

Of course, Fei knew that it wasn’t due to fear but respect.

Martial Saint Krasic had resided on the Martial Saint Mountain for the last 26 years, and he gave the citizens of Zenit Empire 26 years of peace. Even though the nobles of the empire were corrupt, the lowest and poorest citizens were able to sense the peaceful life this quiet Martial Saint brought them.

In the history books, there was an important record. Just when Zenit Empire was established, it was still weak and was invaded by mortal energy Spartax Empire. Emperor Yassin personally led the troops to battle the enemies both in the south and in the north, and a lot of affiliated kingdoms also started trying to overthrow Zenit under the instigation of the enemies at this time. For a while, the flames of chaos burned in Zenit. Many farmlands were turned into burned grounds, murders and robberies were committed everywhere, and the citizens of the empire cried in pain. It was Martial Saint Krasic who got furious. Using his individual strength, he traveled more than tens of thousands of kilometers in three days and killed the royal families of the 36 rebel kingdoms and 18 bandit organizations. He instantly shocked the entire empire using his brutal methods.

After that, the rebellions were stopped and no affiliated kingdom dared to rebel again for the last 26 years. Zenit became peaceful, the royal family of Zenit became impeccable, and the Martial Saint Mountain became the Holy Land in the minds of warriors and citizens of Zenit.

The ugly history created the glory of Martial Saint Krasic.

Although the scenery on the Martial Saint Mountain was as beautiful as a painting, it had a solemn and holy aura; it made people feel a sense of respect and some fear. Even Fei respected this Martial Saint that he never met before a lot.

“The viewing area is right here. Please wait here and don’t move around.”

After ten minutes of walking, the group saw an open space. There were more than a dozen stone chairs that had people on them, and there were still a lot of people standing around. There were more than 70 of them, and they could be divided into more than a dozen smaller groups by looking at who they walked to.

These people looked up as they noticed new arrivals.

There were a lot of people who Fei was familiar with, and these people include Tanasha, Paris, Ziene, Dominguez, Chrystal, and Beyonce; Fei even saw Manager Redknapp of Soros’ Merchant Group and his daughter Shirley.

Except for these familiar faces, Fei also saw some new faces.

There were 10 figures standing by one edge of the open space. Fei could tell their identities by looking at their clothes; he didn’t need an introduction. The black and white priest robes and the silver armors with the short red capes that had crosses on them told everyone that they were from the Holy Church.

Six priests and four cavaliers; they were the selected few from the Holy Church who were lucky enough to watch this battle. One elder who looked warm with his white hair and a lightly bolding head was circled around by others; it was obvious that his status was the highest. Fei could tell that this elder was at least on the level of low-tier Seven-Star, and he was a powerful master.

The other priests and cavaliers beside him were a lot younger, and the oldest of the bunch was younger than 30 years old. However, none of them were weak despite their young ages.

There were five strangers who were close to the people from the Holy Church; their clothes clearly said that they weren’t from Zenit. There was a mid-aged man in his 30s. He looked determined, and his body was big. His yellow short hair was going straight up, and it was held together by a golden hairband. His cheeks were fluff, and his eyes were deep into his head. In addition, he had a big noise and a lot of hair on his body. Looking from afar, it looked like he was an ape. He was sitting on a stone chair while occupying a lot of space, and his eyes were closed. With one of his hands holding onto the sword that was resting on his knees, it felt like he had grasped the entire world.

This man was the No.1 Swordsman Huntelaar of the Jax Empire.

The four men behind Huntelaar all got their armors and weapons stripped away. They were only wearing simple inner shirts and long pants that were tucked in their boots. Most of their muscles were exposed in the air, and their muscles looked defined as if they were sculpted by knives. Unlike Huntelaar who was resting, there four men stood as straight as spears and looked around cautiously.

Fei got the reports from the [Letter Office] and knew about three envoy groups from the three empires. He remembered the features of the No.1 Swordsman of the Jax Empire clearly, and he was able to recognize him instantly. However, Fei didn’t know that this man was able to come here with his silver sword; that said enough about his status.

Subconsciously, Fei tried to use his spiritual power and the sensitive Barbarian senses to observe this Huntelaar. However, he realized that the warrior energy surge on Huntelaar changed rapidly; it was sometimes high and sometimes low, and it was sometimes powerful and sometimes weak. Like a spring that was bring pressed randomly, there was no pattern to find. Fei was pretty surprised when he realized that he could detect this man’s strength.

At this moment, Huntelaar seemed to have sensed something and suddenly opened his eyes. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he looked at Fei, and he then turned around and closed his eyes again.

Fei didn’t react; he looked at another direction instead.

On a stone chair 10 meters away from Huntelaar, there was an elder in his 50s.

He was dressed in a dark red iron commander armor, and its style was really simple. However, there was a murderous aura on the armor as if the dark red color was the stains of blood. His white and thick hair was combed nicely, and his square face looked energetic with the pair of shiny eyes. It was clear that this man was handsome when he was young, and his current aura was as firm as a mountain.

“This must be Costakarta, the No.1 General of level 3 Empire – Eindhoven.”

Fei compared the features of this elder with the information he had, and he soon came to a conclusion.

There were three powerful guards standing behind Costakarta, and they were all wearing black metal armors. There was also a female standing behind Costakarta in a black metal armor that had the same style. She was pretty, but her skin was dark as if the sunlight shined on her skin constantly. Her eyebrows were as sharp as knives, and a tough and murderous aura that was rarely seen on a female could be sensed from her.

This woman was definitely not simple as she got a seat to view the Martial Saint Battle.

Not too far away from Costakarta, a mid-aged man in a fancy armor and a gold cape was sitting on the third stone chair. He was really handsome, and he had a pair of tapered eyes that seemed very attractive.

Fei had never encountered a man with tapered eyes in his life, and he thought it would look a little ridiculous. However, when he saw this man, he realized that they fitted him perfectly. With his tapered eyes, long brown hair, and natural smile, his charm was indefensible for the noble ladies who were dreaming about the perfect man.

This handsome man didn’t bring any guards; he brought four beautiful girls.

These four girls were all different; one of them was seductive, one of them was haughty, one of them was cute, and the last one was cold. These four girls would be treated as unparalleled beauties anywhere else, but they only had this handsome man in their eyes; they didn’t care about the people around them, and it seemed like they didn’t even care about the Martial Saint Battle that was about to take place. They only surrounded this man and fed him fruits and wines.

“This handsome man must be the Crown Prince Girano of the St. Germain Empire. I heard that this Crown Prince is extremely licentious and promiscuous. Looks like those rumors are true……”

Fei shook his head as he found a place closer to the edge of the field and sat down on the grass with warriors of Chambord such as Elena and Cech. Compared to other masters from other affiliated kingdoms, Chambord was a “big force”.

The last bunch of people was the 10 young men from Zenit’s military. Since they were all from the military, they had clean backgrounds and were completely loyal to the empire; they were permitted to have their armors and weapons.