“A bunch of ignorant fools!” Fabian Mills snorted, gripping his sword and charging at the elderly men of the seventh realm.
The two to three thousand palace guards in the surrounding area wanted to help, but they couldn’t get close at all. Even from hundreds of meters away, they were blown away by the residual shockwaves, leaving them trembling with fear, watching the intense battle from a distance.
The battle between the two sides didn’t last long.
The two elderly Ninth-rank Sovereigns unleashed their strongest moves against Megrez but ended up in despair. After being sent flying for five or six hundred meters, the white-haired leader became limp and his combat power diminished to less than a third. The other man was in an even worse condition, with half of his bones shattered, meridians severed, blood gushing from his mouth, and it seemed he didn’t have much time left to live.
“How is this possible? How could you have already broken through to that realm…” The white-haired leader struggled to speak, his face filled with despair.
Megrez didn’t pay any attention to him at all. He turned and rushed towards the three elderly men of the eighth realm.
Five minutes later, the decisive battle between the two sides came to an end. Out of the ten elders, only the white-haired leader managed to stand in his original spot, barely. The others either lay down or were either dead or disabled. The two to three thousand palace guards had long scattered like birds and beasts. Fabian Mills and Megrez didn’t even have the interest to deal with these ants, letting them escape for their lives.
“King of Xidengia, are you still not coming out? Do you want me to level your entire palace?” Megrez shouted loudly, looking towards the depths of the palace. As he spoke, he activated his Chi energy and swept his hand, unleashing more than ten palm winds filled with immense power.
Boom!
In an instant, an area within a kilometer was flattened, several magnificent palaces collapsed, and the imperial palace courtyard was reduced to ruins.
“Damn it! Stop!”
Soon, an extremely angry voice echoed. Following that, a group of figures appeared before Megrez and Fabian. The leader appeared to be in his sixties or seventies, wearing a yellow robe, exuding a strong royal aura. This person was none other than the sovereign of Xidengia, Augustus. Behind him were more than ten ministers led by their Prime Minister. The faces of everyone who saw the scene were on the verge of tears, overwhelmed by anger. This was the most severe disaster the Palace of Xidengia had ever encountered in a thousand years. It was like these foreigners trampled the entire country under their feet.
“You damned people!” the Prime Minister of Xidengia shouted angrily as they approached within a hundred meters.
“You killed our ministers and destroyed the Palace. Are you really trying to provoke a war between our two countries?”
“You old fool, get lost! You have no say here. Let your king speak!” Fabian responded sternly.
“You scoundrel, how dare you talk to the Prime Minister like that!” One of the ministers stepped forward, pointing at Fabian and shouting.
Before he could finish his sentence, a chilling light shot out from Fabian’s big blade.
“Be careful!” the Prime Minister shouted loudly, raising his hand and colliding with the blade’s light with a gust of wind.
After a muffled sound, Fabian and the opponent both took a dozen steps back, evenly matched in strength.
“Not bad, not bad at all. Let me give you another strike!” Fabian’ fighting spirit was ignited.
“Don’t underestimate us!” More than ten ministers stepped forward simultaneously, their auras rising at the same time. Although their martial arts skills were decent, except for their king and prime minister, everyone else was only at the mid-stage of the Sovereign Realm. They were no match for Fabian Mills, let alone Megrez.
“So what if I dare to bully you, a bunch of nobodies? If you have the guts, come at us!” Fabian responded with a deep voice.
“You fool, I’ll fight you!” A minister roared, raising his hand and charging towards Fabian Mills.
“You know nothing!” Fabian narrowed his eyes, then without any hesitation, he swiftly pulled out his enormous blade.
This time, the Prime Minister didn’t make a move because he sensed that Megrez had locked onto him. He was well aware that if he dared to make any sudden moves, Megrez would kill him in an instant.
Swoosh!
In the next moment, Fabian’ blade tore through the minister’s attack, and its force penetrated his waist. Immediately after, his body was split into two, and the upper and lower halves fell to the ground, a gruesome sight of blood and flesh.
“Lord Jette!” The group of ministers cried out in pain simultaneously.
“Who else wants to make a move? Go ahead, or you can all attack me together!” Fabian scanned the group.
“Don’t go too far!” The Prime Minister shouted angrily, unable to think of anything else to say.
“Heh, going too far, you say?” Fabian replied with a cold laugh. “A hundred years ago, when Xidengia invaded Glavale and massacred tens of thousands of my fellow countrymen, did you think that was going too far? Including the constant provocation from you and your so-called allies in recent decades, and your attacks on my people in the Polar Domain, did you think that was going too far? Now that Glavale has risen, and you feel like you can’t defeat us anymore, you call us excessive? Don’t you find that laughable?”
At this moment, Augustus let out a heavy breath and then asked Megrez. “What do you want?”
“It’s simple!” Megrez responded loudly. “If you want to live, everyone must bow to the east three times as a gesture of apology to those countrymen of Glavale whom you have harmed!”
Megrez had come to the Palace of Xidengia for two reasons: to kill the ten palace guards and to make their king bow his head.
Although he was unlikely to kill the king, he had to make him represent Xidengia and bow to apologize to the countrymen of Glavale who had been killed, to appease their spirits.
“Impossible!” Another minister stepped forward, angrily shouting, “Dream on if you think our king will bow to those who are already dead. I’ll show you…”
Before he could finish his sentence, a burst of energy erupted from Megrez’s hand. Following that, a burst of blood mist exploded, and the minister vanished in an instant.
“If you’re unwilling to bow, I’ll personally send you to hell to apologize to them!” Megrez continued.
“You…” The Prime Minister was furious, his eyes spewing fire, trembling all over.
“Prime Minister!” Augustus stopped him, then took a deep breath and turned to face east, bowing three times in a row.
Seeing their king bowing, the others had no choice but to follow suit, bowing in apology.
“Now, is that enough?” Augustus looked at Megrez, his eyes filled with an endless coldness.