Petrin Wilder has arrived!
The world’s greatest swordsman.
Master Phoenix!
Everyone trembled with excitement, their bodies slightly shaking.
A massive cargo ship passed by the cruise liner.
Layla tilted her head back, gazing at the giant ship’s deck. Her heart pounded wildly as she saw the man standing there, towering like a god.
She felt an uncontrollable urge to kneel-an impulse that surged from the depths of her soul.
Yes, it was an instinctual reaction, impossible to resist.
Petrin Wilder, though over sixty years old, had skin as smooth and pale as a newborn’s. He looked no older than thirty, exuding an ethereal presence that left everyone in awe-like standing before a celestial being.
This was mental power, the kind only those above the Earthly Sovereign level could possess.
Petrin Wilder didn’t need to speak or even move. His mere presence induced trembling and reverence in everyone around him.
To see him was to see the heavens, to see the earth.
This supreme master had achieved oneness with the world itself, seamlessly merging with the forces of nature.
Every movement carried the weight of mountains and rivers, an unparalleled pressure that could crush all in its path.
“Master Phoenix is so young?!”
“Wasn’t it rumored that he’s over sixty? How does he look only thirty?” Madeline exclaimed, staring at the ship’s deck with wide eyes. Her gaze was filled with shock, awe, and an overwhelming sense of privilege.
She had seen Master Phoenix!
An Earthly Sovereign-level Blademaster!
Unbelievable.
Had she not come to Slatin, she would never have been this close to such a divine figure in her entire life.
It was the honor of a lifetime, a story she could boast about forever!
Madeline felt tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t stop herself-she dropped to her knees on the deck of the cruise liner, her expression devout and reverent.
In her eyes, Petrin Wilder was a true deity, capable of granting wishes.
Her kneeling was swift, direct, and utterly sincere.
If Petrin Wilder were to glance at her or offer her a smile, she would likely faint from the sheer ecstasy of it.
But she didn’t dare hope for that much.
To see Master Phoenix up close was already a miracle, as if her family’s ancestors had blessed her with unimaginable fortune.
Flynn, you should see this. This is what true majesty looks like. This is the presence of an immortal emperor!
Petrin Wilder is the epitome of it all!
And you? What right do you have to flaunt yourself? What qualifications do you have to look down on anyone?
You’re nothing but a joke!
Madeline wasn’t alone. Others on the cruise ship also knelt down, overwhelmed by his immense mental power.
Even the elderly, who were often superstitious, believed him to be a living deity. They knelt on the deck, bowing repeatedly in a scene that was both awe-inspiring and humbling.
These weren’t ordinary people-they were the parents of billion-dollar family heads, individuals of immense status.
Yet at this moment, they were on their knees, paying homage to him.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, the massive ship sailed twenty miles away from Redcloud Island.
Zion Watson stood beside Petrin Wilder, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Vicente Clark and the others with disdain.
In the past, even though Zion Watson was the King of Pelens, the powerful families of Slatin barely acknowledged him.
Even the Ambrose family wouldn’t have cared about him.
Slatin, as the second-largest city in Ostrad, had the confidence to ignore him.
But now, knowing that Zion Watson served Petrin Wilder, everyone had fallen silent.
Even Vicente Clark lowered his head slightly, avoiding eye contact with Zion Watson.
No one dared provoke him-not even as Petrin Wilder’s subordinate.
This was the man who could casually slay Earthly Sovereigns, the most formidable swordsman in Ostrad.
Even the most powerful families in Eahta had to show him respect.
“Boom!”
The massive ship came to a halt twenty miles from Redcloud Island.
Petrin Wilder suddenly stomped on the deck with both feet, launching himself into the sky.
“Boom!”
With an earth-shaking sound, the 10, 000-ton ship sank eighteen meters under the force of his leap.
The deck, which had towered over the cruise liners by twenty meters, was suddenly level with them.
Then, as the ship regained buoyancy, it surged upward from the water, lifting over forty meters above the sea’s surface in an instant.
The sheer force nearly capsized the massive vessel.
Everyone was stunned. Their scalps tingled, their eyes wide with disbelief.
This was a 10, 000-ton deep-ocean cargo ship, a colossus that traversed the seven seas.
And yet, under Petrin Wilder’s feet, it behaved like a toy, almost kicked into the ocean.
The waves he stirred were over ten meters high, crashing down like a tsunami.
If the luxury yachts hadn’t been large and stable enough, everything around them would have been overturned by the waves.
And everyone knew this wasn’t the full extent of Petrin Wilder’s power. He had held back.
Petrin Wilder shot upward, piercing the thick clouds above like a vertical missile.
A white vapor trail marked his ascent, connecting the sky and the sea.
The unimaginable force of his flight caused a massive air current to sweep across the area, with a deafening roar that echoed like an angry god.
He broke through the heavy clouds, disappearing into the heavens like an immortal ascending to the celestial gates.
He was gone.
Had he flown away like a god ascending to the heavens?
The crowd was left in stunned silence, staring at the sky.
Suddenly, the clouds above Redcloud Island exploded, revealing a massive vortex resembling the eye of a typhoon.
Within the vortex, lightning crackled and arced wildly, tearing through the sky with blinding flashes.
Petrin Wilder burst forth from the vortex, diving toward the earth like a meteor descending from the heavens.
The scene was magnificent, as if a divine or demonic being had descended upon the world.
His speed was unimaginable, exceeding twice the speed of sound.
The air split with a thunderous boom as he tore through it, leaving a blazing trail in his wake.
“Boom!”
The ground trembled, and the mountains quaked as he landed. It felt as though the entire world was shaking to herald his arrival.
He stood on the southern peak, facing Lord Valerian Nox from three kilometers away.
In that instant, the pressure of two Earthly Sovereigns collided, silencing the entire region.
The stillness was deafening, like the calm before an apocalyptic storm.
Everyone knew the devastation about to unfold would be beyond comprehension.
“Fall back! Move back ten more miles! Quickly!”
The voice of an Earthly Sovereign roared out, prompting an immediate retreat of five nautical miles.
Even the other dozen Earthly Sovereigns retreated without hesitation.
The rest, not understanding but trusting the judgment of the powerful, followed suit, their faces filled with shock as they moved back ten miles.
“Why are they retreating? Is Petrin Wilder far stronger than he was three years ago?” Layla asked nervously.
Vicente Clark’s expression was grave as he nodded. “It must be. To break the sound barrier twice over so effortlessly-Master Phoenix is more than twice as strong as he was before!”
“With his current power, even three Adept Earthly Sovereigns combined wouldn’t be enough to rival him!”
Layla’s body went weak, her mind reeling. Her lips turned pale.
Breaking the sound barrier twice with his physical strength alone-and it wasn’t even his limit?
At such speed, he could crush Lord Valerian Nox by sheer impact alone.
And this wasn’t even Petrin Wilder’s greatest ability.
His true strength lay in his swordsmanship.
Lord Valerian Nox didn’t stand a chance.
The difference was obvious.
In front of Petrin Wilder, Lord Valerian Nox was like a fifteen-year-old boy facing a grown warrior.
Master Phoenix could crush him with a single strike.