“Commence the feast!” The Emperor of the Galactic Dynasty scanned the crowd in the worship square with a smile, his voice echoing far and wide.
Soon, hundreds of graceful and beautiful maidens entered the square, each holding trays.
The trays were laden with exquisite fruits and delicacies.
As the grand feast began, various factions engaged in conversation, and the entire worship square buzzed with activity.
“West King, there’s no need to keep that stern face. After tomorrow, nobody from that insignificant Seven Stars Sect will remain,” South King Orion said with a smile, raising a glass of fine wine on the stone platform.
Makhi nodded, the darkness in his eyes slightly receding as he downed the wine in one gulp.
Just as Makhi set down his glass, a cold glint flashed in the domineering eyes of the Galactic Dynasty Emperor, who wore a crown.
He then looked up towards the sky above the worship square.
Orion, East King, Makhi, and others sensed something as well, their eyes flashing coldly as they simultaneously looked upwards.
Noticing their actions, many in the square followed their gaze.
Above the worship square, space rippled as a slender figure in white stepped out of thin air.
“Heh, this Reverence Ceremony is quite lively,” a light chuckle resonated throughout the square.
Thousands of faces in the square were simultaneously filled with astonishment and disbelief.
Once they regained their composure, their expressions changed-someone dared to fly in the air within the Galactic Dynasty’s palace, right in front of its five Spirit God-level powerhouses!
It was known that not even over the capital could anyone fly without an imperial decree from the Galactic Dynasty Emperor.
While the crowd was shocked and puzzled by the figure in mid-air, an overwhelming aura erupted from the stone platform.
Makhi, clad in a golden robe, stood up abruptly with an icy expression!
“It’s you!” Makhi’s eyes were filled with a terrifying coldness, his voice brimming with endless anger.
Seeing West King suddenly rise in fury, many curious and uncertain glances turned towards Makhi.
“Who is this person who dares to appear so brazenly here?”
“Why is West King suddenly so enraged?”
“It seems this person has a deep grudge against West King!”
The crowd couldn’t help but whisper among themselves, filled with curiosity and uncertainty.
At that moment, space rippled again beside the white-clad figure in mid-air.
“There’s someone else!” The crowd’s eyes focused sharply, their shock intensifying.
Under their watchful gaze, a figure in deep blue robes stepped out from the void.
The Sea Serpent King’s features had fully transformed into human form; his two horns had disappeared, leaving behind a handsome visage.
“This place is indeed lively. I can smell quite a few seventh-grade Spirit Fruits,” thought the Sea Serpent King, eyes gleaming with interest.
As they gazed at the two figures above the square, thoughts raced through the minds of those present. The manner of their appearance clearly indicated they were not here with good intentions.
Who were these audacious individuals?
On the stone platform, the five Spirit God-level powerhouses of the Galactic Dynasty also focused their attention on the two figures in the sky.
“West King, is this young man the master of that Seven Stars Sect?” East King asked, glancing at Makhi, who stood with a dark and furious expression.
Makhi’s face was grim as he fixed his gaze on Leo and nodded.
East King sneered, “Heh, he must have a death wish. A mere ant thinks bringing a helper allows him to run wild in our Galactic Dynasty palace!”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone so reckless,” Orion’s voice rang out with murderous intent.
The Galactic Dynasty Emperor remained silent; perhaps such insignificant ants weren’t worth his words.
“Boy, I haven’t gone to Starstream Hollow to find you yet, and you’ve delivered yourself here!” Makhi’s icy words echoed across the square.
With those words, Makhi’s figure flashed into mid-air.
Standing aloft, Makhi unleashed a torrent of spiritual power from within him.
Under this immense spiritual pressure, everyone in the worship square felt a chill in their hearts and found their breathing slightly labored.
In contrast, Leo remained calm and unaffected by Makhi’s spiritual pressure.
“Defeated foe, have you reattached your severed arm?” Leo mocked with a smile.
The crowd below was initially stunned by these words before erupting into an uproar.
What was going on? That young man claimed Makhi was his defeated opponent?
A severed arm? Did he cut off Makhi’s arm?
On the throne of the stone platform, the faces of the Galactic Dynasty Emperor, South King, and East King all darkened.
Leo’s words before everyone in the square were tantamount to slapping the face of the Galactic Dynasty.
In mid-air, Makhi’s face twitched violently; clearly, Leo’s words had pushed him to the brink of rage.
“You insolent fool! Today I will tear your mouth apart!” Makhi roared furiously.
With that declaration, Makhi’s Spirit Core power surged like a tide.
Dazzling golden light rippled through the heavens and earth, making Makhi appear like a golden war god.
The golden gloves on Makhi’s hands bore intricate runes that shimmered with brilliant golden light, nearly blinding to behold.
Under this golden radiance, a pair of ten-foot-long golden wings sprouted from Makhi’s back.
Each feather of these golden wings seemed forged from pure gold, gleaming with an eye-catching luster.
Seeing this, East King’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Makhi’s gloves were crafted from the talons of a high-tier Demon King pinnacle Golden Eagle King. Besides being incredibly sharp themselves, they enhanced the user’s attack speed.
East King couldn’t help but feel envious that Makhi had been granted these gloves by His Majesty.
With murderous intent boiling over, Makhi’s pure gold wings flapped as he traced a golden arc through the air towards Leo at breakneck speed.
“Die!” Makhi shouted coldly as he struck at Leo with his palm.
In the void, an enormous hundred-foot-long golden claw materialized.
The claw was covered in intricate golden runes; its razor-sharp talons sliced through the air, leaving five pitch-black gashes behind.
As they gazed at these dark rifts left by the claw’s passage, everyone in the square felt a chill run down their spines and their scalps tingle with fear.
“A Spirit God-level powerhouse’s attack is truly terrifying!” Blaze Drake thought in horror. Faced with such an assault, even if he gave it his all to defend himself, he would be doomed to die.
Leo remained unmoved. He looked up at the descending golden claw as brilliant starlight erupted around him.
Then, under everyone’s watchful eyes, Leo clenched his right hand into a fist. Gathering starlight around it without any embellishment, he punched directly at the massive golden claw.