As soon as Flynn finished speaking, a man of even greater presence and taller stature poked his head out and hurried over with a playful grin.
After approaching Flynn, he immediately saluted militarily and said respectfully, “Master! I am Yves, Westhollow Heavenly King of the Nation!”
Heavenly King of the Nation?!
Boom!
Braiden’s scalp exploded again, his heart nearly burst from fright, and he felt utterly mad.
Ostrad has nine towns and three fortresses: Lionsport, Oakbrook, Northkeep, Sunnyvale, Westford, Suaventown, Brightwater, Hollowbend, Longfort.
The Three Fortresses: Dragonguard, Skyhold, Ironwood.
Each of these twelve places is guarded by a Heavenly King of the Nation, commanding an army of three hundred thousand, safeguarding Ostrad’s security for a century!
Most terrifying is the requirement to become a Heavenly King of the Nation-Martial Arts skills must be at least at the Greater Sovereign level, a power akin to gods and demons!
Grandmaster-Great Grandmaster-Lesser Sovereign-Greater Sovereign-Earthly Sovereign-Heavenly Sovereign!
That’s how powerful the Heavenly King of the Nation is!
Moreover, all twelve Heavenly Kings of the Nation are quite young, with limitless potential, likely to strive toward the Demigod Realm-Earthly Sovereign!
Indeed, the Heavenly King of the Nation is the nation’s nuclear weapon, one man equal to a million soldiers!
Ordinary people might never see them in their lifetime, not even Braiden, with his wealth in the billions!
Even at the status of the Spencer family, one could only glimpse from afar without speaking!
Because they are the guarantors of national security!
The pillar of peace and happiness for the populace!
A deterrent against the thirteen neighboring countries!
Standing at the pinnacle of power in Ostrad!
Who in Ostrad does not know or understand this?
Especially this Yves, who five years ago with thirty thousand troops, drove out a hundred thousand enemy soldiers three hundred miles beyond the border, forcing the ruler of Hunland to personally deliver a letter of surrender, ensuring they would never oppose Ostrad.
With this earth-shaking military achievement, Yves became renowned north and south, even internationally known.
Even God of War Cruz calling him a lackey was nothing.
Facing Flynn, Yves was as meek as a baby, almost wanting to snuggle on Flynn’s shoulder, and even calling him master?
Was this a dream?
What kind of celestial demon had I provoked?!
“Who… who are you exactly?” Braiden asked with a face full of fear.
“When I was in Demon Island Prison, everyone called me King of the Underworld,” Flynn said, like a deity overlooking all beings, his voice devoid of emotion.
Boom!
Braiden nearly fainted.
The shock was akin to seeing a ghost or deity.
He had once heard a prominent figure mention that there was someone in Demon Island Prison comparable to a celestial demon.
Unbeatable in Medicine, Feng Shui, Martial Arts.
Known as King of the Underworld.
His Martial Arts were unlike any other, incredibly powerful.
How powerful?
Below immortals, he was invincible; above immortals, he could exchange blows!
Braiden had thought it was just a rumor, or perhaps an exaggeration.
How could such a person exist in the world?
It was unbelievable.
But seeing Flynn’s recent actions and Yves’s attitude, he believed.
He completely believed.
Haha…
I am truly an idiot!
To think I fancied winning over Rose with the King of the Underworld on her side, stupidly adorable, pitifully stupid!
No! I’m not the biggest fool.
The Kaur family is even more foolish.
They missed out on a celestial god.
Madeline, do you realize? With just one word from Flynn, you could stand at the pinnacle of Ostrad, enjoying imperial glory!
With just one word, the Kaur family could become the most powerful family in Ostrad!
With just one word, the Kaur family could be wealthy enough to rival nations!
Yet you divorced him, did not stand by him when he was in trouble, and even dissociated yourself from him…
Oh! And Layla, she’s a fool too!
You consider yourself a star in the sky, only to be admired, not touched.
But Flynn is the sun! You don’t even qualify to look up to him!
His brilliance could overshadow any star!
Yet you broke off your engagement with him…
Wyatt Whitney’s mind went blank.
Despair filled his eyes.
With such a celestial god protecting Rose, not even ten alliances of three families each could compete.
Facing Flynn, Layla was merely a lesser sister, no, a servant in a lesser sister’s home!
How to win?
“King of the Underworld? The taboo spoken of by the people, the King of the Underworld at the peak of power?”
“Ignoring all rules, reigning supreme above all, the King of the Underworld?”
“What? The highest authority in Ostrad, Dragonguard, fears the King of the Underworld?”
Hearing this, everyone’s pupils dilated, and they screamed hysterically.
They were Martial Arts practitioners, knew more than Braiden, and feared Flynn even more.
King of the Underworld, possessing the ultimate power that could destroy everything, held the world in his hands!
The leader of the 100, 000 evildoers at Demon Island Prison!
A god of the five great Shadowgod Temples of the world!
A revered figure intimately associated with the elders of the Imperial Center!
A legend spoken of by the people!
A taboo in the eyes of the elite!
After ten years in Demon Island Prison, without even stepping out, Flynn had already become a legend celebrated by all!
Now, to aid Maximo, they had offended this unparalleled and extraordinary hero!
Maximo has misled me!
Oh, how he has misled me!
“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”
Six Grandmasters and other faction leaders simultaneously spat out mouthfuls of fresh blood, eyes wide as they fell backward, dead with eyes open!
The thirteen of them were literally scared to death!
Their hearts burst, killing them instantly!
“I knew this would happen,” Yves muttered, unimpressed by now.
Originally, when the elders of the Imperial Center ordered the eight Heavenly Kings of the Nation to go to Demon Island Prison for training, Yves was reluctant and looked down on Flynn.
He thought his Martial Arts could not possibly be superior to his own, at best proficient in some martial arts techniques.
For instance, shape-will fist, Tai Chi, Torrent Fist.
The Imperial Center sent them to learn from each other’s strengths.
Only upon arriving did they realize that Flynn had no weaknesses; he surpassed them in every aspect!
All eight Heavenly Kings of the Nation together were utterly dominated by Flynn, completely humbled without a trace of defiance.
Shocked as if they had seen a ghost or deity.
If this was their state, imagine the condition of a group of Grandmasters.
Flynn, with a cold and calm demeanor, asked, “Yves, what are you doing here?”
Emerging from those unbearable memories, Yves timidly said, “Master… you said you wouldn’t beat me.”
“If you don’t speak, I’ll beat you even harder,” Flynn responded dryly.
Hearing this, Yves shrank his neck in fear, pitifully saying, “Master, Miss Lyra has almost driven me mad these past two months.”
“She’s been constantly inquiring about you, knowing I’m your favorite disciple.”
“She’s convinced I know your whereabouts, pressuring me daily. Look at my arm, my ear, and my waist; these injuries are all from her beatings…”
As he spoke, he showed Flynn the bite marks on his arm, the nail scratches on his ear, and the bruise on his lower back from a kick.
Yves was utterly aggrieved.
Lyra?
At the mention of her name, Flynn’s expression darkened, feeling headaches.
Lyra, the daughter of Nate of the Dragon Cavalry, a Major General, female God of War, commanding officer of the 80, 000-strong Black Phoenix Army in Westhollow.
She was indeed beautiful, especially in her military attire, exuding a heroic and celestial demeanor.
She was competent, or else she wouldn’t have been dubbed the female God of War.
She had visited Demon Island Prison several times with Nate, and during the month the eight heavenly kings were there, she also stayed.
Eventually, she stuck to Flynn like glue, annoying him nearly to death.
Because Miss Lyra had a very fierce temper, proud and spoiled, troublesome, and incredibly stubborn.
Flynn disliked such characteristics in girls.
He was stubborn enough, and having an even more stubborn girl behind him was too much.
More importantly, Flynn couldn’t reveal his whereabouts now or else Nate and the people from the Imperial Center alone would drive him mad.
Revenge for his mother was his current priority.
It was infuriating to think about it; what was wrong with these people?
The elders of the Imperial Center, using Micah’s tour and a fake Timothy, tried to lure him out.
Now Nate’s family was also causing trouble!
One wanted him to be King of Shelon, another, King of Haralu.
You can’t just snatch people like this.
“Yves, has your master treated you well?” Flynn asked with a grin, revealing a row of neat teeth.
Seeing Flynn like this, Yves shuddered, slightly panicked, “Master… you’ve been very good to me… but… what are you intending to do?”
Flynn patted his shoulder, smiling, “Yves is grateful, and I’m pleased. As the saying goes, train troops for a thousand days, use them for a moment. Now, I need you.”
“Will you endure a bit longer for your master? I’ll help you become an Earthly Sovereign!”