Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World [Complete] - 3

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Supreme Magic Wand

"Alright, wait a moment," the dwarf master said, taking a magic wand about three feet long from a hidden box and placing it in Qin Feng's hand.

Qin Feng took it and examined it: the wand was milky white, and due to the dim lighting in the room, a warm white light enveloped it. "I didn't expect it could be used as an emergency light," Qin Feng thought.

Three mysterious magic circles were inlaid in mithril on the wand and its tip. Thirty feet from the tip, there was a slight protrusion. Qin Feng pressed it gently, and with a "whoosh," the tip rose a foot, revealing a dark metal blade.

In the faint yellow light emanating from the wand, the blade was uneven, resembling the rapids of the Yellow River's Hukou Waterfall or the craters on the moon. Its irregular, serrated edge was difficult to heal and would draw a large amount of blood; its lethality was unimaginable. Qin Feng gently stroked the blade, feeling the slight chill emanating from it.

The entire magic wand can only be described in one word: exquisite!

"Master, this is a Wind Dragon Core. Could you please inlay it into the wand for me?" Qin Feng took out the Wind Dragon Core, a gift from the Left Prime Minister, from his spatial pocket. Instantly, a surge of wind magic filled the inner room.

"Oh, sure, inlaying isn't difficult... What? A Wind Dragon Core..." Even after living for hundreds of years, the dwarf master couldn't help but widen his eyes and gape when he saw the egg-sized, bluish-green Wind Dragon Core held in Qin Feng's palm.

This wasn't surprising; Wind Dragon Cores were incredibly rare. Dragons were at the top of the food chain on the Starry Continent, and a fully grown dragon possessed strength equivalent to a God of Magic. Their physical defense was terrifying; even a Sword God and a God of Magic combined might not be able to defeat a fully grown dragon.

Furthermore, dragons typically chose self-destruction when their lives were threatened, demonstrating just how precious a dragon core was! Hawkes' excitement upon seeing the Wind Dragon Core was therefore understandable.

"Xixi, Grandpa Hawkes looks so silly, just like..." The little girl wanted to tease the dwarf master, but seeing Qin Feng's teasing gaze, she couldn't help but think of the even more embarrassing situation when she first saw the Wind Dragon Core in her hand. Her face flushed red, and she lowered her head, muttering in a voice only she could hear, "How annoying."

Trembling, the dwarf master took the Wind Dragon Core from Qin Feng and turned to walk towards the forging room.

"Master, please go ahead and do it. I believe that with your skills, there will be absolutely no problem!" Hearing Qin Feng's words, the dwarf master's steps became much firmer! Qin Feng had given him far too many shocks.

A few days ago, when Qin Feng walked in with the little girl, Hawkes hadn't paid much attention. After all, he had lived for hundreds of years and had seen all kinds of people, let alone two underage children.

However, these two people who entered were destined to surprise him. First, the little girl was an elf. By the God of Forging, when had humans and elves become so close? And this elf girl was actually an elven princess!

This was already shocking enough, but when the blond boy produced a three-foot-long, milky-white piece of wood, Hawkes went mad. This was the best material for making magic wands—the legendary Magic Gold Wood, said to grow an inch every ten thousand years, and worth a fortune per inch! And it was a full three feet long!

With such material, he was confident he could forge a divine artifact. Hawkes, the dwarf master, was completely absorbed in his beautiful vision, oblivious to the thin, transparent thread that trickled down his grinning face…

Then, the boy actually began discussing equipment crafting with him. "God of Forging," Hawkes thought, "this must be your messenger sent to guide me, Hawkes!" The boy possessed a profound understanding of iron smelting and forging! He had even taught this old dwarf, who had been forging equipment for hundreds of years, a smelting method called "Fried Steel" and a forging technique called "Rough Surface Forging"!

If these two techniques were combined with the dwarven forging skills, then, "God of Forging," the dwarven race could definitely mass-produce near-divine artifacts! To repay Qin Feng for selflessly imparting these two skills, the dwarf master incorporated all his centuries-old treasures into this staff-sword.

Emerging from the dwarf master's equipment hall, Qin Feng admiringly examined the exquisite magic staff in his hand. The staff was milky white, topped with a turquoise wind dragon core, and its shaft was engraved with intricate magic circles in magic silver. These were three magic scrolls Qin Feng had purchased for an additional 300,000 amethyst coins: one for Light's Protection, one for Wind Walk, and one for Speed Acceleration.

The dwarf master was puzzled; aside from Light's Protection and Wind Walk, which seemed worthy of being engraved on a staff made of magic gold wood, the Speed Acceleration spell's magic circle appeared insufficient. However, Qin Feng smiled mysteriously and said nothing.

The entire magic wand was worth over 4 million amethyst coins. The three-foot-long magic gold wood was bought by Qin Feng at an auction for 1.3 million amethyst coins. He also paid a hefty sum to have magic circles carved from three magic scrolls using magic silver at the Alchemist's Guild. And then

there was the little girl on the top of the wand, her eyes red with envy as she stared intently at the wand in Qin Feng's hand, secretly swallowing her saliva. Afterwards, he took the little girl around the royal city, leaving Qin Feng with a sore back, aching legs, and cramps, while the little girl was full of energy and exclaimed how much fun she had! Later, the little girl complained of hunger, so Qin Feng had no choice but to take the little witch to the largest restaurant in the royal city—Xiaoyaoju—a place he had visited before his seclusion.

Just as the two were waging a "destroy" battle against the delicious food in front of them, a hoarse voice rang out: "This is the most luxurious Xiaoyaoju in my Great Qin Dynasty, how could we allow such rude people to dine here?" It was a young man, fairly handsome and dressed elegantly, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but unfortunately, his hoarse voice ruined his overall image.

"That's right, they've ruined everyone's mealtime! Hey, young master, have someone throw them out!" A woman dressed provocatively beside the hoarse-voiced man said in a sickeningly seductive voice.

"Two of you go up and throw those two little beggars who are getting in the way of my sweetheart's meal out of the way!" Immediately, two burly, two-meter-tall giants walked towards Qin Feng and his companion.

"Bang!" A large hand knocked over all the dishes on Qin Feng and his companion's table. "Kids, are you going to get out of the way yourself, or are we going to throw you out?"

Chapter Thirty: If You're Unhappy , Beat Them Up!

Qin Feng was furious, really furious. "Ugh, I'm eating and it's in your way! I like to eat this way, what's it to you?" "Damn you, you stubborn fool! Just because I haven't shown my power doesn't mean I'm a pushover!" With a whoosh, Qin Feng stood up, grabbed the burly man's wrist, and twisted his joint.

A sharp crack followed by a scream startled everyone eating at Xiaoyao Residence, but no one left. Instead, they all watched with interest as the story unfolded.

"Give this to me!" The little girl, still with food in her mouth, excitedly began dividing the tasks with Qin Feng. Performing a backflip, the little girl stood on the next table, holding the Goddess's Sigh she had taken from her spatial bag. Aiming at the second burly man, five sharp cracks rang out, and the second man was pinned to the wall behind him, narrowly avoiding injury.

If it were just one arrow, it could be considered luck, but five? What about five arrows fired in quick succession? The onlookers broke out in a cold sweat.

Seeing Qin Feng and his companion approaching, the man with the hoarse voice shrieked,

"What do you want? Let me tell you, I... I am Viscount Crispo, son of the Marquis of Montgomery! What... what do you two lowly commoners want?" Recalling the methods the two had used earlier, the man with the hoarse voice couldn't help but tremble and immediately revealed his father's name.

In the past, whenever such an accident occurred, simply mentioning his father's name would immediately elicit a polite apology. He figured this time would be no exception. Unfortunately, this time he was destined for disappointment. He had misjudged the situation, and the consequences of that misjudgment… were extremely serious!

Then, a series of thuds of fists and flesh colliding, screams of agony, and pitiful pleas for mercy filled the Xiaoyao Residence. When Qin Feng and the little girl emerged, they wore satisfied smiles, their ease a stark contrast to the bruised and battered Chrisbo who had appeared like a Buddha in Xiaoyao Residence.

The city guards, true to their nature of arriving early when there was nothing to do and being late when there was something to do, only rushed over after Qin Feng and the little girl had leisurely left.

"What are you doing here so late? I am Viscount Crispo, son of Marquis Montgomery, the lord of Kolos! I've been beaten up! I order you to arrest those two culprits immediately—no, right now! I'm going to kill them myself!" The man with the hoarse voice—no, calling him a pig-headed man would be more accurate—roared.

But the city guards looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Why aren't you moving? I warn you, if you don't catch those two children, I'll have my father throw you all in jail! I swear!" "

Viscount Crispo, I think you might have misunderstood something. First, this is the capital of the Great Qin, not Kolos, which is under your father's jurisdiction. Second, the one who beat you was His Highness the Ninth Prince of Great Qin and his maid. Do you still want to continue your demands? If so, we don't mind arresting you and handing you over to the Ministry of Justice for disrespecting the prince, hmm?" the city guard officer whispered to Viscount Crispo.

He could be arrogant, but he still knew the Ninth Prince's name. Right now, the hottest topic in the Qin Dynasty and even the entire continent was not anything else, but the duel to be held tomorrow at the Red Rock Arena between the Third Prince Qin Ling and the Ninth Prince Qin Feng.

Before this, people only knew that the Third Prince of Qin was intelligent and studious from a young age, reaching the level of a Great Swordsman at the age of fifteen. No one knew anything about the Ninth Prince, Qin Feng. However, strangely, the Third Prince, a mid-level swordsman, would challenge his ten-year-old brother, the Ninth Prince. Even more perplexing was that the King of Qin would allow this self-destructive duel.

What secrets lay hidden here? What abilities did this unknown Ninth Prince possess that would inspire the talented and handsome Third Prince to challenge him? No one knew except those involved…

The sun rose again from the east; a new day had begun.

Qin Feng, dressed in white, stood under a tree in the courtyard. Having just absorbed the essence of the sun and moon, he slowly channeled the Azure Sky Force into his dantian. The Azure Sky Technique had reached the peak of the second level and was about to break through to the third. The Sun-Shooting Roar Technique had also reached the third level, and the Chaotic Demon Body Technique taught by Hou Yi had finally reached the first level, significantly improving the hardness of his body.

"Master, this servant has inquired and found out that the current odds outside are: the Third Prince's odds of winning are 1.5 to 1, your odds of winning are 80 to 1, and the odds of a draw are 75 to 1." Little Dengzi cautiously told the 10-year-old Ninth Prince.

"Hmm, good, you may leave."

"Yes."

It seemed impossible not to make a fortune this time. Looking at the fiery red clouds on the horizon, Qin Feng sighed...

Red Rock Duel Arena of the Great Qin Royal City.

The arena was now packed to capacity. Not only were there the King, Queen, princesses, princes, ministers, wealthy merchants, and ordinary citizens, but the entire place was overflowing with people.

They'd seen duels before, but duels between princes were extremely rare. And a duel between an adult prince and a minor prince? Gods above, that was unheard of! This was the most sensational duel in history!

"Silence!" A powerful, penetrating voice instantly silenced the noisy arena. A majestic general in golden armor stood to the King's left, his eyes fierce, a three-inch scar on his face adding a touch of menace, yet also a fierce aura.

"Today, I have been entrusted by His Majesty the King to serve as the referee for this duel between the two princes! I hope the two princes will consider brotherly affection and stop short of a fight!"

"It's General Kane!" A deafening shout erupted from the arena. Kane-Xizean is the Grand Marshal of the Qin Dynasty's army, currently 7 years old, the youngest Sword Saint on the continent, and the only Sword Saint in Qin. He and Hardman Princeton, the president of the Kingdom's Magic Guild, are known as the Kingdom's Two Heroes, and are considered guardians of the people.

"Silence!" General Kane gestured downwards, and the dueling arena immediately quieted down. "The duel officially begins. Please welcome both sides to the stage."

Chapter Thirty-One: Duels Depend on Immediate Performance

. Qin Feng walked towards the center of the dueling arena, only to see the Third Prince rushing out from the other side, his expression excited. The Third Prince was somewhat different today. First, his aura was more imposing than before! Second, his armor, gleaming silver yet radiating seven colors, was undoubtedly top-quality. It seems the Right Prime Minister has spared no expense these past few days. Unfortunately…

Qin Feng shook his head inwardly. Some things cannot be compensated for by equipment! He spotted the little girl in the crowd. She happened to be looking at Qin Feng too. Seeing him looking at her, she quickly made a hand gesture: thumb and forefinger forming an "O" shape, the other three fingers casually bent—a bit like our modern "OK." Seeing this gesture, Qin Feng secretly felt relieved. Now, it's up to me, he thought.

"The duel begins!" With Kane's command, the Third Prince launched the first attack. He wielded a one-handed sword and attacked Qin Feng with the same move, but faster and more ruthless than before.

Comparing the Third Prince's previous attack, Qin Feng estimated that the Third Prince had reached the level of a swordsman. "Interesting," he thought, "ten days to go from a great swordsman to a swordsman. I wonder what secret method they used."

With a skillful dodge, Qin Feng avoided the Third Prince's first attack. However, the Third Prince seemed to have anticipated this, a smug smile spreading across his face. Suddenly, his left hand emitted a dazzling light. "Not good!" Qin Feng cried out inwardly, his eyes momentarily blinded. Sure enough, the sound of a sharp weapon slicing through the air rang out. Qin Feng rolled on the ground, dodging the attack. Qin Feng's movement resembled a lazy donkey rolling over, and immediately, cheers for the Third Prince and mockery of Qin Feng rose and fell.

"You bastard, I'm a swordsman now, and I'm wearing the Right Prime Minister's heirloom, the 'Seven-Colored Divine Armor.' I'm immune to magic spells below the forbidden level, and no one below the Sword Saint can break through my defenses! Haha, don't worry, I won't kill you right away. I'll slowly torment you to death, haha!" The Third Prince stopped, laughing maniacally. The

stands were also bustling with activity. The Left and Right Prime Ministers of the Great Qin Dynasty were in the same boat as the Third and Ninth Princes below, except they spoke different languages.

"The Right Prime Minister is really going all out, even bringing out his family heirloom. It's a pity that the Ninth Prince, a mere 10-year-old child, is being bullied by a great swordsman wearing what's supposedly 'absolute defense' Seven-Colored Divine Armor. Sigh, is this even a duel?"

"Heh, Left Prime Minister, since you care so much about the Ninth Prince, why don't you lend him your family's Evil Dragon Dagger? It's said to be the only weapon that can break through the Seven-Colored Divine Armor." The Right Prime Minister retorted.

"You, hmph, how was I supposed to know that some people are so shameless as to dare to interfere in the duel between two princes? They clearly have ulterior motives!"

"Left Prime Minister, don't make false accusations! It was the Third Prince who asked me to lend it. As the Third Prince's uncle, how could I bear to let my own nephew take such a risk!" Seeing the Left Prime Minister trying to pin the blame on him, the Right Prime Minister quickly used the Third Prince as a shield.

Just kidding. If a minister were to be found to be involved in the power struggles between princes, his entire family would be implicated. Although everyone understands this in their hearts, no one would say such a thing out loud.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Feng and the Third Prince had already exchanged several blows. Although Qin Feng possessed the Heavenly Demon Eight Steps, allowing him to evade the Third Prince's attacks, just as the Third Prince had said, the Seven-Colored Divine Armor truly lived up to its name

. Qin Feng's fist, imbued with the second layer of Sky-Piercing Force, still couldn't break through the Third Prince's defense, forcing him to jump around like a monkey. "Haha, you bastard, weren't you supposed to be the first all-elemental magic talent on the continent? How come you can't even cast a magic ball? Haha..." The Third Prince pressed forward relentlessly.

Magic?! Right, how could he forget? He could instantly cast level 2 magic! Damn it! Reminded by the Third Prince, Qin Feng suddenly remembered the magic staff he had spent a fortune to craft. Using the Heavenly Demon Eight Steps again to evade the Third Prince's attack, Qin Feng took out the magic staff from his spatial pocket.

Instantly, a surge of magical elements rushed towards Qin Feng. The Third Prince, seeing the exquisite magic staff in Qin Feng's hand, instinctively stopped and looked at Qin Feng.

“Such abundant magical elements, especially wind elements… that magic wand…” Lang Kelido sat on the platform, looking suspiciously at the magic wand in Qin Feng’s hand.

“I heard that the Left Prime Minister has a Wind Dragon Core. Presumably, the one on His Highness the Ninth Prince’s wand is it!” The Grand Archmage Hardman Princeton, the guild master of the Great Qin Magic Guild who had been meditating with his eyes closed from the beginning, opened his eyes and looked at the Left Prime Minister. Only this highly respected Grand Archmage could speak so calmly and always give people a sense of warmth.

“Indeed, Master, your insight is astute. But logically, a Wind Dragon Core should only gather wind magical elements. How come it seems that magical elements of all elements are very active?”

“That magic wand is not an ordinary magic wand. It is made of magic goldwood.” After saying that, Princeton closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

"Magic Gold Wood? Good heavens, could it be that the Ninth Prince bought that Magic Gold Wood at the auction for an astronomical price last time?" Lang Kelido had brought all his possessions to that auction, but unfortunately, the price of Magic Gold Wood, with a starting price of 300,000 amethyst coins, skyrocketed and quickly broke 1 million, leaving Lang Kelido, who only had 320,000 coins, feeling helpless.

Meanwhile, things had changed in the dueling arena. With the help of the Wind Flight spell on his magic staff, Qin Feng was now flying, hovering in mid-air, looking at the Third Prince on the ground looking up at him, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

"Heavens! That's a Wind Leap spell! Only a mage of at least Archmage level can cast that!"

"But the Ninth Prince is only 10 years old! Has he already reached Archmage level?"

"Oh, praise to the gods! His Highness is truly divinely wise and powerful! He will surely be the continent's greatest mage in the future! I am proud to be a citizen of Great Qin, to have such a great prince!" The scene instantly became lively again. Those who had previously insulted and mocked Qin Feng immediately changed their tune upon seeing him cast a powerful spell, and began to praise him.

The Third Prince was also stunned. He and the Left Prime Minister had planned everything meticulously, including wearing a ring on his left hand that could emit a basic magical illumination spell to affect Qin Feng's vision, and donning the supposedly absolute defensive Seven-Colored Divine Armor—all designed to counter Qin Feng's previously revealed strength. Unfortunately, despite their meticulous planning, they hadn't anticipated that Qin Feng was also prepared. Now that Qin Feng was floating in the air, how could they fight him?

Chapter Thirty-Two: Departure

Qin Feng floated in mid-air, spotting the little girl's anxious eyes in the crowd. Touched, he winked at her, making her giggle. Unfortunately, he couldn't see her—she was completely shrouded in a black cloak.

Turning to the bewildered Third Prince standing on the ground, Qin Feng casually released a few small fireballs to test the magic defense of the Seven-Colored Divine Armor. The magic balls annihilated upon contact with the armor; indeed impressive. After testing the various elemental magic balls, Qin Feng noticed that the energy vibration from the water and fireballs colliding slightly altered the Third Prince's expression.

Although it was only a slight change, Qin Feng knew he had made progress. Two magic balls appeared in the sky and rushed towards the Third Prince. The moment they reached him, they collided with a muffled "bang," the explosive energy sending the Third Prince staggering back several steps—a painful blow indeed.

Instantly, red and blue magic orbs rained down from the sky, creating a series of "bang" sounds in the arena. The audience's hearts pounded wildly. Good heavens, this Ninth Prince was terrifying! He launched magic orbs as if they didn't care about anything.

"A genius, truly a genius!" Princeton opened his eyes again. This was the second time he'd interrupted his meditation today, but in his opinion, it was worth it!

"Is he a multi-elemental magic talent?" Princeton looked at Langkelido with a puzzled expression as he saw the various magic orbs flying from Qin Feng's palm. Then, as if remembering something, he smiled slightly and remained silent.

"Uh, this, this, well, His Highness the Ninth Prince, well, he agreed to be my disciple, so, so..." Langkelido stammered.

Back in the arena, the situation was now one-sided. The Third Prince's appearance could only be described with one word: miserable! Utterly miserable! The helmet was nowhere to be found, and his once-golden hair was now burned black. His handsome face was a complete mess; words couldn't describe it.

The rest is history. Qin Feng not only won the duel but also stripped the Third Prince of his armor as a trophy. What? You say the Right Chancellor won't give it to him? Fine, I'll put a knife to the Third Prince's neck! According to the laws of Qin, the victor has the right to demand the loser's possessions, and if the loser refuses, the victor can kill him!

What could the Right Chancellor do? Would he really risk the Third Prince's life for a suit of armor? And what about the spoils? It seems Qin Feng had the little girl bet all her savings—over 3 million purple crystals—on him. Um, it seems the odds for Qin Feng to win were 1 to 80! Well, as for how much Qin Feng ultimately earned, that's for you readers to calculate; it'll only be more than you think! ...

In a barely noticeable corner stood five mysterious figures in black cloaks.

"Louis, are you sure?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. I not only saw her face, but I also sensed a strong aura of our people on her. Only our people possess this feeling."

"The princess is actually with a prince from the human kingdom? Have you found out where that prince lives?"

"Yes, I have. He lives in Ninglu Pavilion in the Great Qin Palace. However, the Great Qin Palace has a barrier set up by a Grand Magister..."

"It's just a barrier set up by a Grand Magister. With me here, there's no need to worry. Everyone, prepare yourselves. We'll act tonight."

"Yes, Your Majesty." ...

Ninglu Pavilion.

Although he won today, and even won many purple crystal coins, Qin Feng still felt that something was about to happen. The little girl seemed to be affected by Qin Feng's mood, and Yama, whose injuries hadn't fully healed, went to rest early. The other eunuchs and maids were also dismissed by Qin Feng. The entire hall lost its usual liveliness, feeling dull and irritating.

Suddenly, a magical fluctuation erupted, and five figures clad in black cloaks appeared in the hall. Startled, Qin Feng quickly shielded the little girl behind him, his eyes fixed on the five uninvited guests.

Pressure, nothing but pressure. Qin Feng hadn't expected such formidable enemies. Their overwhelming aura made it hard to breathe, as if he were a lone boat on a vast ocean, about to be swallowed by the towering waves.

Qin Feng desperately circulated his Azure Sky Force to resist the pressure exerted on him, but the difference in strength was too great. Although the Azure Sky Technique was the number one ancient Chinese martial art, its first three levels were only for building a foundation; its true power only manifested in the fourth level. Qin Feng had only reached the second level, so he couldn't withstand the waves of pressure. Finally, Qin Feng couldn't hold on any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood, his internal organs injured. However, he didn't retreat even half a step, because the little girl was behind him.

"Mother Queen, no!" Finally, the little girl stepped forward from behind, blocking Qin Feng's path.

"Mother Queen?" Qin Feng looked at the little girl in front of him in surprise, until the five people in front of him removed their cloaks, revealing the pointed ears unique to the elven race.

Shock! Absolute shock! Although Qin Feng's body was only 10 years old, when he saw the beautiful woman whom the little girl called Mother Queen, he almost forgot everything. Could such a beauty really exist in the world?

Qin Feng had initially thought the little girl was the most beautiful woman in the world, at least before he met her mother. He considered her the most beautiful, but compared to her mother, she now seemed somewhat immature. Of course, this didn't mean the little girl was inferior to her mother; it's just that a woman's beauty, such as her fullness and气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance), takes time to develop.

The little girl had equally delicate features, but with a more mature air. She was a head taller than the little girl, and her voluptuous figure stirred the imagination. Unfortunately, the crystal crown on her head added a touch of majesty, and every gesture exuded the air of someone who had long held a high position.

"Avelia, you're too naughty! How could you run into the human world like this? You're being too mischievous!" the Elf Queen scolded the little girl.

"Mother, I just wanted to come out and play..." the little girl said softly, head down.

"You..." the Elf Queen said angrily in Elven language.

"..." the little girl replied softly in Elven language.

The whole process lasted about the time it takes to eat a meal. During the middle, the four elves—one woman and three men—who had come with the Elf Queen, kept interrupting to talk to the little girl. Qin Feng, however, was filled with an unprecedented sense of defeat. Was this the gap between himself and the powerful figures of this continent? He had thought he had already achieved some success, but he couldn't even withstand their aura. If it weren't for the little girl, he might already be dead!

Power, immense power! Qin Feng, who hadn't truly cultivated since arriving in this world, now had an unprecedented thirst for power.

Finally, they finished speaking and looked at Qin Feng. The little girl stood obediently beside the Elf Queen, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears.

"Your Highness Qin Feng, I am Queen Floriana Elwin of the Elven race. Thank you for taking care of Evelyn these past few days, but now I think we must take her back. After all, this is the human world, not suitable for us elves. Moreover, she is still a minor and has many elven skills to learn.

Thank you so much for returning our elven race's most precious treasure, the Sigh of the Goddess. You are a great benefactor to our elven race. In gratitude, we can grant you any three requests that our elven race can fulfill." The Elven Queen's captivating voice rang out again.

Looking at the pitiful little girl, Qin Feng shook his head and said, "I don't need your repayment. The Sigh of the Goddess is a gift I gave to Evelyn. I only hope that you can take good care of her and prevent her from suffering such harm again."

The Elven Queen looked at Qin Feng with some surprise, clearly finding it difficult to understand his actions. In her view, if humans received three promises from the elves, they would be overjoyed and make some unreasonable demands. However, Qin Feng refused, which greatly surprised her.

"Your noble character has earned the friendship of our Elven race. This is elemental water from the Moon Well, which can increase magic power. We hope you will accept it." The Elf Queen took a bottle from her spatial pouch and handed it to Qin Feng.

"Well then, Your Highness Qin Feng, farewell."

Just as the Elf Queen was chanting a spell to leave, the little girl suddenly broke free from the Elf Queen and ran to Qin Feng, crying. She grabbed Qin Feng's exposed arm and bit it hard, leaving a deep tooth mark.

She cried, "You big bad guy, you must remember me! This tooth mark I left on you—if you miss me in the future, just look at this tooth mark. You must come find me in five years, or else you'll be sorry!" She finished speaking, gritting her teeth and shaking her tightly clenched little fist.

"Yes, I will definitely go to the Elf Forest to find you! You must wait for me!" Qin Feng suddenly hugged the little girl tightly, kissing her hard on the cheek. The little girl blushed and broke free, fleeing back to the Elf Queen's side as if running away, looking at Qin Feng shyly.

As the Elf Queen finished reciting the last incantation, Ninglu Pavilion suddenly experienced a spatial fluctuation, and then the Elf Queen and her entourage disappeared in a faint yellow light.

Looking at the empty Ninglu Pavilion, he seemed to still hear the little girl's happy laughter, as if he could still hear her shouting, "Bad boy, idiot..."

Looking at the twinkling stars in the night sky, Qin Feng murmured, "Five years, little girl, I will definitely come to find you in five years, wait for me!"

Chapter Thirty-Three: Continental Situation,

Great Qin Palace, Ninglu Pavilion Garden.

A figure moved swiftly through the flowers, making it impossible to see any other movements. Often, you would see him to one side, and the next moment he would be on the other side, as graceful as flowing clouds and water, as fluid as mercury spilling onto the ground.

Suddenly, the figure accelerated, filling the entire garden in an instant. In a flash, everyone vanished, leaving only a white figure standing before a boulder. A head of golden hair obscured his face, his right fist seemingly lightly pressed against the rock. The transition

from extreme motion to extreme stillness, normally a visually striking change, appeared harmonious and perfect on this figure, like the movement and stillness of the wind, the rise and fall of the tide.

A gentle breeze blew, ruffling the white figure's golden hair. His chiseled face, thick eyebrows, large eyes, straight nose, and slightly upturned lips—at first glance, not particularly handsome—gained an overall air of elegance and harmony.

With a deafening boom, the boulder before the man shattered into dust, the rising powder seemingly stopped a foot away from him.

"The Earth-Splitting Style of the Shattering Void Fist has finally been mastered. Ah, five years...time flies." The young man murmured, looking at his gleaming fist.

Indeed, this man was Qin Feng. Five years had passed, and Qin Feng's body had grown from that of a 10-year-old child into a robust young man. Standing at 1.8 meters tall, his shoulder-length blond hair shone brightly in the sunlight, and his white robe couldn't conceal the explosive muscles beneath. In

these five years, after the little girl left, Qin Feng dismissed the extra eunuchs and palace maids, keeping only Xiao Dengzi and two maids who served Yama.

During these five years, Qin Feng had made significant progress in both ancient martial arts and magic. His Azure Sky Technique had reached the fifth level, and his Sun-Shooting Roar Technique had broken through to the sixth level after absorbing the divine power of the seal on the fifth seal of the God-Slaying Technique. His Chaotic Demon Body Technique had reached the fourth level.

His magic had even reached the level of a Grandmaster. It could be said that Qin Feng was undoubtedly the number one young master on the Starry Continent. Unfortunately, he had spent these five years in the palace diligently cultivating his skills, never venturing out; otherwise, the titles of the continent's youngest Sword Emperor and Grandmaster would have been enough to shake the entire world.

So much has happened in these five years. First, in the south of the continent, the war between the Fenglan Kingdom and the Kavana Kingdom lasted for three years, with both countries losing a total of more than 400,000 troops, and finally had to end with peace talks. Three years ago, the orcish raiding army attacked Bildan, a major northwestern town of the Qin Kingdom. Fortunately, the White Tiger Legion fought bravely and, with the assistance of the Vermilion Bird Legion, blocked the orcish attack.

However, over 500,000 soldiers of the White Tiger Army and Vermilion Bird Army perished in the beautiful city of Bildan. Among them, Catherine Phoenix, the eldest daughter of the Phoenix family, led a 3,000-strong suicide squad to rescue Stephen Phoenix, the commander of the Vermilion Bird Legion, who was surrounded by orcs, thus earning the title "Blazing Phoenix."

In the north of the continent, the Hulan tribe on the Keqin Grassland began a large-scale southward raid, conquering cities and fortresses with unstoppable momentum, reaching the capital of the Redstone Kingdom. At the call of Pope Paul Nevis of the Church of Light, the Mehes Empire sent troops to the Redstone Kingdom to help resist the Hulan cavalry. The two sides were locked in a stalemate in Redstone City for more than half a year, until finally the Hulan retreated.

However, the losses suffered by the Redstone Kingdom exceeded its reserves accumulated over a century, crippling its national strength. During his return campaign, Mehes seized the opportunity to occupy Silver City—the Redstone Kingdom's largest silver-producing region. The Redstone Kingdom was powerless to resist and could only appeal to the Papal States. However, the Papacy, having apparently reached an agreement with Mehes to divide the profits of Silver City, ignored the appeal. The Redstone Kingdom, once touted as the most likely candidate for empire, was now in its twilight.

But just when the world thought the Redstone Kingdom was doomed, its seventh prince emerged. He somehow persuaded the Izumo Empire to invade the border city of Metreian between the two kingdoms and Mehes, forcing Mehes to return and reclaim Silver City.

Then, he launched a massive anti-corruption campaign within the Redstone Kingdom, confiscating the wealth of several high-ranking nobles and confiscating their assets for the national treasury. This terrified the corrupt nobles, but they dared not resist. Why? The Seventh Prince commanded an army of 300,000. The nobles whose property was confiscated earlier didn't take him seriously; some even spoke disrespectfully to him, relying on their generations of noble status.

But... the Seventh Prince, with his swift and decisive actions, ransacked the Redstone Kingdom's nobility. Although these nobles were penniless, the Redstone Kingdom's treasury was overflowing. A once-declining kingdom was revitalized. Next, the Seventh Prince implemented sweeping reforms to the bureaucracy, dismissing a large number of incompetent officials and boldly promoting many talented individuals from the common people. This elevated the Redstone Kingdom's power to a new level compared to before Hulan's invasion, and the Seventh Prince became unparalleled in his power.

The most sensational event on the continent was the Fatil Empire's invasion of the seven minor duchies while Fenglan and Kavana were engaged in battle and the Great Qin was preoccupied with resisting the orcs. In a single day, the Fatil Empire conquered five cities, annihilating all but two of the five kingdoms except for Mega and Lanri. During this invasion, the Ninth Princess of Fatil, a master strategist, devised a series of interconnected plans to conquer five cities in a single day, securing victory from afar. As a water mage, she was known as the "Ice Feather Azure Phoenix" and, along with Great Qin's Catherine Phoenix, was considered one of the "Twin Phoenixes of Ice and Fire."

Furthermore, a new Holy Maiden of the Church of Light was chosen, a girl named Vivian Aniston. Legend has it that on the day of her election, the gates of Heaven opened, and a six-winged angel descended upon the holy capital to personally baptize the Holy Maiden, instantly elevating Vivian from an ordinary person to a Grand Magister of Light. In an instant, the number of believers in the God of Light across the continent surged.

Qin Feng stood in the courtyard, his thoughts drifting far away. "Little girl, are you alright? Five years have passed. That big bad guy is coming to find you. Did you miss me?

" "Ah, Master, I'm sorry!" "

What are you looking at? Never seen a beautiful woman before? Humph!"

"My full name is Evelya Elwin."

"Your bow is so stingy! I only said it was ugly, and you want to kill me? Waaah..."

...

"Big bad guy, you must remember me. Look at this tooth mark I left on you if you miss me. You must come find me in five years, or else you'll be sorry!"

The little girl's voice and smile, her coquettishness and reproach, seemed like yesterday. Over 1,800 sleepless nights filled with longing and anticipation, over 1,800 days of sweating profusely and selflessly cultivating.

Finally, the time was almost up. People often say that if you recite a person's name a thousand times, even after a thousand reincarnations, it will become an eternal promise. So, little girl, I have recited your name more than a thousand times. Will the words we spoke in our childhood become an eternal promise?

Looking at a drifting cloud in the blue sky, Qin Feng smiled calmly and turned to walk into the inner room.

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Envoy from Fatil at

the Qin Dynasty Court.

"Your Majesty, the envoy from Fatil is waiting outside the palace for an audience," the Left

Prime Minister reported to the King of Qin. "What do you all think is the purpose of Fatil's envoy's visit to our country?" the King of Qin asked his ministers. The King of Qin was noticeably older than he had been five years ago; weakened by wine and women, he sat on the throne looking sickly.

"I believe that Fatil has sent an envoy to discuss friendly relations between our two countries," said the optimistic view.

"I believe that Fatil sent envoys to spy on the state of Qin and gather intelligence for an attack on Qin. Therefore, we must be wary." This was the view of the patriotic faction.

...

"Kane, my Grand Marshal, what do you think?" Seeing the disagreement among the ministers below, the King of Qin turned to ask Grand Marshal Kane.

"I believe we should first hear the meaning of Fatil's envoys' arrival before making any plans." Kane bowed to the King of Qin. "

Hmm, reasonable. Summon them to an audience."

"Summon the Fatil envoys to an audience." The eunuch standing beside the King of Qin announced loudly.

Soon after, four people entered the hall. The first one, about forty or fifty years old, with a full beard and piercing eyes, appeared to be the chief envoy of Fatil.

The three men behind him all appeared to be in their early twenties. The two on the left were exceptionally tall, with muscles like coiled dragons, exuding explosive power. The third, however, appeared quite thin, though his high-grade brown magic robes told others that he was a master mage or higher.

These four men did not kneel before the King of Qin upon entering; they merely bowed, their faces filled with arrogance. The envoy leading the procession addressed the King of Qin, saying, "Your Majesty, King of the Great Qin Kingdom, this

humble subject, on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor of the Fatil Empire, presents this letter of credence to your esteemed country. Please review it." Receiving the letter, which had been passed to him by a eunuch, the King of Qin grew increasingly enraged. His face turned ashen, and he slammed the letter onto the steps. Pointing at the Fatil envoy, he roared, "You Fatil are going too far! You dare demand ten cities from my Great Qin? Though I am unworthy, I will not cede the empire left to me by my ancestors!"

"Then Your Majesty should prepare yourself," the Fatil envoy replied, standing below the steps, completely unfazed by the King's fury. "Our million-strong army is ready. Hmph, it won't be just ten cities then.

" The King was speechless, pointing at the Fatil envoy.

The Fatil envoy's words were utterly unreasonable, causing all the ministers to change color and erupt in angry rebukes.

"Your Fatil Kingdom has quite the audacity to be so unreasonable!"

"Fight then! Although our Great Qin is a kingdom, our national strength is no less than yours, Fatil!"

"Peace should be valued between two nations. Why must your country provoke a war?"

...

The Fatil envoy ignored the jeers and curses of the court officials, keeping his eyes closed. Finally, the officials grew tired of their tirade, and the court fell silent. Only then did the Fatil envoy open his eyes, saying disdainfully, "The mighty Great Qin, with its vast territory spanning thousands of miles, established its nation through military might. Are our descendants, hundreds of years from now, only capable of empty talk?" This caused the three men standing behind him to burst into laughter.

With a single sentence, the courtiers who had been fiercely criticizing him were rendered speechless, their faces flushed red. Suddenly, the three laughing men abruptly stopped, their faces filled with fear as they stared at one man: Kane, the Grand Marshal of the Qin Dynasty, the youngest Sword Saint on the continent.

At that moment, he unleashed a domain barrier, rendering the three who had been laughing so wildly completely immobile. They could only look at Kane with terror. Sword Saints and Archmages are known as Saint-level professions because any Saint-level professional can create their own domain barrier. Within this barrier, the domain user can establish all rules; within their domain, they are gods!

And now, these three were within Sword Saint Kane's barrier, so all their actions had to be done according to Kane's will.

"Master Kane truly deserves to be called the youngest Sword Saint on the continent, but I don't think Master Kane would bully those weaker than you, would he?" The envoy from the Kingdom of Fatil, seeing the three behind him completely suppressed by Kane, quickly spoke up.

"Of course, I was merely teaching them some etiquette that diplomatic envoys should observe. Although my Great Qin's overall national strength is not as great as Fatil's, it is not something you can insult at will. If anyone dares to speak disrespectfully again, don't blame me, Kane, for being impolite! Hmph!" Kane said disdainfully, then released his domain. The three people who emerged from Kane's domain immediately fell to the ground, gasping for breath, looking at Kane with fear on their faces.

"Your Majesty, the three behind me are experts from the younger generation of Fatil. I have heard that Great Qin is full of experts, so I have come here specifically to spar with the younger generation of experts of Great Qin. I hope Your Majesty will grant my request!" The Fatil envoy hurriedly said, seeing that the three people behind him had been intimidated by Kane.

"Of course, I imagine that even Saint-level experts like Marshal Kane and Master Hadman are far beyond their reach. If Great Qin insists on relying on its older generation of experts to win, then..."

"Hmph, Great Qin will certainly send its young experts to compete with your people!" King Qin, unable to resist the provocation, shouted loudly from his throne.

"Your Majesty is indeed wise!" The envoy from Fatil flattered him, but a glint of fierceness flashed in his eyes...

The Great Qin Palace's martial arts arena was adjacent to the martial arts hall, and at this moment, the arena was packed.

King Qin sat high on the central platform, flanked by the Queen and two imperial concubines who had rushed to the scene, along with a group of princes and princesses. Below them in the stands were the ministers. Below the ministers were numerous guards and some skilled soldiers.

One of Fatil's three young experts stepped forward, a tall and burly man with explosive muscles, carrying a silver heavy sword; judging from his profession, he was a swordsman.

After walking to the center of the arena, the swordsman stopped and addressed the onlookers, saying, "Before we begin, there are some things I must say. The three of us cannot fight continuously, so Qin should select some representatives, ideally nine. Each of us will fight three, but we must go one at a time. Furthermore, swords have no eyes; any injuries or deaths are the responsibility of the individual. Of course, if you're afraid, you can just admit defeat!"

The swordsman's arrogant attitude immediately drew a chorus of curses from the crowd.

The Grand Marshal glanced at the King of Qin for instructions, and seeing the King nod, he addressed the surrounding crowd, "Who is willing to go down and experience the skills of this swordsman from Fatil?"

Immediately, the skilled soldiers and some confident guards stood up, all wanting to teach the arrogant swordsman a lesson. Finally, one skilled soldier was chosen, jumped up happily, and ran towards the arena.

Chapter Thirty-Five:

The Great Qin Palace Battle at Ninglu Pavilion.

"Master, Master, something terrible has happened, something terrible has happened..." Little Dengzi shouted as he ran, when suddenly he tripped over something and flew forward through the air. Just as he braced himself for a bruised and battered fall, he felt something catch his waist, and then his feet touched the ground. He quickly steadied himself and looked up to see his master, Qin Feng!

"What happened? What terrible thing has happened, Little Dengzi?" Qin Feng asked calmly.

"Master, that... that envoy from the Kingdom of Fatil is fighting with our experts in the martial arts arena..." Little Dengzi gasped for breath.

"Oh? The envoy from Fatil actually wants to fight our masters?" Qin Feng frowned and muttered to himself.

"Yes, I heard from a rumor that after the King read the letter of credence presented by the Fatil envoy, he flew into a rage. Later, I don't know how, the envoy challenged them to a duel, and then they went to the martial arts arena." Xiao Dengzi told Qin Feng everything he knew.

"Hmm, interesting!" After listening, Qin Feng looked at the flowers and plants in the yard and said, "I haven't been out much in five years. I'll go take a look today. Sigh, I hope the masters from Fatil won't disappoint me! Xiao Dengzi, get ready, we're going to take a look in a bit."

"Alright!"...

Martial Arts Arena.

The Fatil swordsman chuckled, "I've long heard of the many masters in the Great Qin, and seeing them today, I can see they are indeed extraordinary. With your level of swordsmanship, you must be at least a commander of ten thousand, right?"

"Easy, your cultivation has also reached the level of swordsman. I imagine your status in the Fatil Empire isn't low either!"

The Fatil swordsman sneered, "Heh heh, although you're very powerful, you're still no match for me. Admit defeat, or you're dead today!"

"Haha, wait until you win before you brag!"

The two were already exuding tension even before they began.

The Fatil swordsman gripped his heavy sword with both hands, and a pale yellow light flashed across his body—this was battle aura. Battle aura is something that only advanced swordsmen possess on the continent, and it's the standard that distinguishes advanced from low-level swordsmen, corresponding to seven levels from advanced swordsman to sword god, according to red, orange, yellow, green, blue, cyan, and purple. The pale yellow battle aura emanating from the Fatil swordsman indicated that he was at least at the level of a swordsman.

"Come on, let me test the skill of your young masters from Great Qin!"

The expert sent by Great Qin didn't speak, but suddenly raised his spear, pointing it at his opponent. A faint yellow aura flashed around him, clearly indicating he was at least a swordsman.

Swordsman Fatil channeled his aura into his heavy sword and slashed fiercely at the Great Qin expert. The Great Qin expert instinctively dodged to the side, but suddenly, a faint green light flashed from Fatil's body, and her sword slashed horizontally across the unsuspecting Great Qin expert. Before he could even scream, he was sliced in two, his intestines and internal organs spilling onto the ground. This caused screams from the empress, concubines, princesses, and others in the stands.

The victorious swordsman, Fatil, bowed to the King of Qin, feigning innocence, saying, "Your Majesty, I never expected Qin to send me such an opponent. I haven't had enough yet!" He then turned to Kane and said, "Marshal, would you please send a more powerful expert later?"

"Hmph!" Kane snorted coldly, startling the victorious swordsman, who clearly remembered the terrifying power Kane displayed in the hall.

Kane had initially thought the swordsman was merely a swordsman, but it turned out he was a Grand Swordsman. Clearly, those individuals possessed items that concealed their strength, allowing them to evade Kane's detection as a Sword Saint.

Kane then pointed to another expert in the army, but the result was the same as the first. After all, in Qin, no one besides himself had reached the Grand Swordsman level in their twenties; at most, they had only reached the peak of the swordsman rank. A lower-ranking Grand Swordsman could easily kill a higher-ranking swordsman; the difference in rank was insurmountable.

Before long, the six experts Kane had sent down lay dead on the spot. But the Qin Dynasty had lost more than just six swordsmen. These six were the cream of the crop in the army. They might not have been able to defeat their opponent in a one-on-one duel, but on the battlefield, any one of them could have killed the swordsman Fatil.

Because the battlefield is different from a duel; it relies on collective strength. Sadly, they would never return to the army they loved, and they died without even a complete corpse.

In the martial arts arena, the swordsman Fatil, who had slain six skilled Qin warriors, was swaggering before the onlookers. However, the initially enthusiastic soldiers and confident guards at the front, seeing a master no weaker than themselves, or even stronger, unable to withstand a single blow from his opponent, instantly cooled their fervor and fell silent. The vast arena became eerily cold, echoing only with the arrogant voice of the great swordsman Fatil.

This scene infuriated the King of Qin, who sat on the central platform. Looking at the silent Qin warriors below and the swaggering swordsman Fatil in the arena, he was so angry he could hardly breathe. Fortunately, Kane reacted quickly, rushing forward and channeling a stream of pure battle qi into the King's body, allowing him to catch his breath.

"Whoever defeats him will be married to a princess by the King, and the reward will be 100,000 amethyst coins. Those without a title will be granted a third-class marquisate, and those with a title will be promoted ten ranks!" Seeing no one willing to fight, the King of Qin went all out, offering an extremely high reward. As expected

,

the generous reward made the previously hesitant military experts and guards green with envy, and they stepped forward to challenge the Fatil Grand Swordsman. However, the Fatil envoy wasn't stupid; how could he allow a series of challenges? He sent three of Fatil's experts to fight in turn.

After paying the price of more than ten lives, the Qin experts were finally awakened by the bloody reality—it seemed that the generous reward wasn't so easy to obtain after all! The envoy from Fatil, seemingly having felt humiliated enough, sent out the great swordsman who had appeared at the beginning, saying, "This is the last chance. I hope a true master from Great Qin will enlighten us!"

"Anyone who dares to fight and win, regardless of rank, will be granted the title of Grand Duke, and may also make three requests to me!" Seeing that no one from Great Qin dared to fight, the King of Qin immediately increased the reward! But this time, these people had learned their lesson; not one of them stepped forward.

"Could it be that the mighty Great Qin doesn't even have a single person willing to challenge us? Haha!" Seeing no one from Great Qin respond, the four from Fatil burst into laughter.

"I'll go!" Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and a man had appeared in the arena.

How to describe this man? Pure golden hair was casually tied back, a white robe added to his refined air, thick eyebrows, large eyes, a full nose, and red lips—he was more like an artist than a martial artist!

"Father, I request to fight! Let Fatil's guests witness the might of Great Qin!" Qin Feng bowed to the King of Qin in the training ground.

"Feng'er? This... can you do it?" After all, he was his son. The scene of more than a dozen people dying just now was still vivid in his mind. Moreover, Qin Feng was an all-elemental mage, which was the capital for Great Qin's future dominance! He hesitated and looked at Kane, but saw Kane nod at him. He gritted his teeth and said, "Granted. If Feng'er wins, he will be made a first-class duke!"

The crowd below couldn't help but gasp. You must know that Great Qin is just a kingdom. The highest ruler of a kingdom can only be called a king, and below the king is a grand duke. It can be said that if Qin Feng can win this battle, he will be the first among the princes to be made a grand duke. The eldest prince is currently only a marquis.

"Thank you, Father!" Qin Feng turned to the great swordsman of Fatil and said calmly, "Qin Feng, the Ninth Prince of Great Qin!"

"Olik, Left General of the Fatil Sky Wolf Army!" The great swordsman of Fatil gripped his greatsword with both hands and said to Qin Feng, "I didn't expect you to be a prince. Your courage is commendable. Unfortunately, you've met me, and you're destined to die here today. Let me use all my strength to send you to hell!" As he finished speaking, a flash of emerald light appeared around him.

Qin Feng stood there with a calm smile, his expression unreadable, as if he had existed since time immemorial.

"Ah!" Olik's greatsword slashed at Qin Feng in an unpredictable line, faster and more ruthless than before. The air hissed and hissed from the intense friction. Just as he was about to strike Qin Feng, Olik's eyes, red with excitement, seemed to see Qin Feng being cleaved in two, his blood spurting everywhere.

Qin Feng, however, remained standing there as if nothing had happened, seemingly unaware of the impending giant sword, while some of the onlookers gasped in surprise.

The air currents from Orik's greatsword had already ruffled Qin Feng's brilliant blond hair, and Orik could even see Qin Feng's calm, expressionless face. "

What a coward! Someone of this strength dares to challenge me? He's either mentally ill or obsessed with becoming a duke. But killing a prince would be a good achievement, haha, I never thought the weakest of us would get the biggest credit." Thinking this, Orik increased his strength, already imagining the thrill of Qin Feng's blood splattering on him after he killed him!

However, just when everyone thought Qin Feng had been cut in two and covered their faces, Qin Feng vanished. Yes, he suddenly disappeared without a trace, just as he had entered the arena. Orik, unable to control his strength, took a step forward. His current feeling could only be described with one word: Discomfort! Extreme discomfort!

Imagine the feeling of missing your target with a punch you've gathered at full power. So, Olik was enraged. How dare a cowardly little prince cause me so much pain! I'll tear you to pieces! "Oh~" With a long roar, Olik turned to look for Qin Feng, finding the expressionless ninth prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, dressed in white robes, about a meter and a half away.

"Although I'm furious, I must admit your speed is incredibly fast. Your profession must be a thief, right?" Olik used the opportunity to secretly gather his energy, preparing for a fatal blow.

"I'm sorry, Great Swordsman, I'm not a thief, I'm a mage. Besides, you don't need to secretly gather your energy; I won't ambush you while you're doing so." Qin Feng's calm tone made it seem as if he weren't in a dangerous arena, but rather enjoying tea in a quiet, warm room—an indescribable ease.

Enraged by being exposed, Olik swung his sword at Qin Feng, his attack even more ferocious and violent than before. Green battle aura continuously poured into the silver greatsword, causing it to emit a dazzling light that grew increasingly intense, seemingly outshining even the sun.

However, just as the sword's light was about to reach its peak, a fist appeared out of thin air in everyone's sight. The fist was indescribably beautiful, as if carved from jade. The fist moved incredibly fast, so fast that everyone thought Olik's sword had stopped. Their gazes followed the fist as it gently struck Olik's greatsword.

Softly, without a sound, time seemed to stand still for a moment. It was as if only the fist and the greatsword resting upon it existed in the world. This scene, which should not exist in this world, captivated everyone.

Finally, a soft "Next." broke the silence. With that, the once towering Olek and his terrifying greatsword turned to ashes with a "thud." The crowd, who had been awakened from their daze by Qin Feng, fell unconscious again.

Ancient Chinese martial arts technique—Earth Split.

"Next, a master from Fatil, please step forward." A majestic voice jolted everyone awake from their unconsciousness. Apart from Kane, who possessed the strength of a sword saint, no one present could recover from the incredible scene. Although Kane was also secretly astonished, as the Grand Marshal of the Qin army, he suppressed his surprise.

The onlookers erupted in enthusiastic cheers, sweeping away their earlier dejection. They had finally won a match; it was too perfect, only "perfect" could describe that punch.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Heavenly Frost Fist.

The mage from Fatil descended, his earth magic having just killed no fewer than ten experts from the Great Qin Dynasty.

He bowed to Qin Feng and said, "Morrigan of the Fatil Royal Magic Order, I'd like to learn from the Ninth Prince's superior skills." Qin Feng nodded slightly, remaining silent and watching Morrigan. Morrigan first cast an earth magic shield on himself, then began chanting.

Lively earth elements rapidly gathered towards Morrigan, while Qin Feng stood motionless. Good heavens, didn't he know that in a battle against a mage, one must strike first? Qin Feng remained standing there like a mountain.

Finally, Morrigan finished chanting the last incantation. Instantly, a massive rift opened where Qin Feng stood, swallowing him whole. Then, countless sharp spikes rose from the rift—how could anyone survive that? This was a level 7 earth magic, Earth-Splitting Thrust! It seemed Morrigan was a Grand Mage. Meanwhile, Qin Feng was nowhere to be seen. Had he already…?

Morrigan, exhausted from casting this level 7 spell, sat down on the ground. He was brimming with confidence in his spell; it was his strongest attack! The spell had consumed all his magic power. What a close call! Was the Ninth Prince of Qin an idiot? Did he stupidly wait for him to finish chanting? Didn't he know that a warrior should never wait for a mage to finish a spell? He wondered

how that idiot, Olek, had been killed. Had the Sword Saint Kane tampered with it? Morrigan subconsciously glanced at Kane, the Grand Marshal of the Qin army in the distance, recalling the feeling of being enveloped by Kane's domain in the hall earlier. A wave of fear washed over him; Saint-level people were truly monstrous.

Seeing that Qin Feng had been defeated by his magic and that he had recovered, Morrigan stood up and said, "Your Ninth Prince has unfortunately died, so our Fatil Kingdom wins this match! Hahaha!" He then laughed loudly with the remaining Fatil experts and Fatil envoy.

The King of Qin stood up in a panic, ignoring the taunts from the Fatil group. Others might not know, but he knew very well that a talent for all-elemental magic was the hope for the future revival of the Great Qin!

The surrounding spectators looked ashen-faced. Defeated, defeated again. Was the Great Qin really inferior to Fatil?

Had their protagonist really died? Could Qin Feng, who possessed the ultimate skills of China, be no match for a level 7 magic user? Of course not!

"The match isn't over yet, how can you claim victory?" A calm voice entered the arena.

Thus, two amusing scenes unfolded on the training ground. Fatil and his group, who had been laughing, froze on their faces, their eyes filled with disbelief. After all, Morrigan had just unleashed a level 7 earth-based spell, which had completely hit Qin Feng. Yet, he seemed completely unharmed.

As for the people from Great Qin, the King of Qin had already regained his composure and was sitting solemnly on the high platform. The onlookers, who had initially looked dejected, were now wide-eyed with excitement upon hearing Qin Feng's voice, staring intently at the arena.

"By the God of Light, our great Ninth Prince is still alive!"

"What do you mean 'still alive'? How could our wise and mighty Ninth Prince be killed by a mere 7th-elemental magic! You all lacked absolute faith in him!"

"Tch, I wonder who was hiding down there saying, 'It's over, it's over, our Ninth Prince is dead…' just now!"

"I used a rhetorical question, you know? A rhetorical question means affirmation! What an idiot, you don't even know this basic grammar! Sigh, thinking of me… (5000 words omitted), hey, why are you lying on the ground? Even if you admire me to the point of prostration, you don't need to do this!"

"He's unconscious…" someone whispered nearby.

In the center of the arena stood a figure, blond hair and white robes, hands behind his back, exuding an indescribable elegance and grace.

"Good, good, good! Feng'er, let the people of Fatil know the might of our Great Qin! After the victory, I will bestow upon you the title of First-Class Divine Martial Duke!" King Qin was overjoyed, speaking to Qin Feng in the arena from the high platform.

"Yes, Father! Your son will certainly live up to your expectations!" Qin Feng bowed deeply to the King of Qin.

"Hmph, what arrogance! I didn't kill you just now, but this time, you're doomed!" Morrigan walked from the rest area to the center of the training ground, speaking hatefully to Qin Feng.

"Unfortunately, I've lost interest in you, so I'll finish this fight quickly!" Qin Feng, seemingly out of nowhere, held a wine jug in his hand, tilted his head back, and poured himself a mouthful of wine. His

expression showed he didn't take Morrigan seriously at all. "You, you... fine, you're arrogant enough. I won't let you see the sun tomorrow!" Morrigan was furious at Qin Feng's contemptuous attitude, too angry to speak.

"Alright, my esteemed mage, you'd better get ready quickly, or you'll miss your chance. Seize this last opportunity to cast a spell in your life!"

Morrigan was clearly furious. He knew he couldn't win an argument with this sharp-tongued fellow, so he vented his anger on his magic, casting five magical shields on himself at lightning speed. "

Hmm, not bad, faster than ever before. It seems my magic has improved again. This arrogant brat, insulting a noble mage will cost him his life!" Morrigan thought to himself. But when he focused his attention on his opponent, he witnessed something that robbed him of any chance to think!

A fist, a crystal-clear fist, yet this single fist filled his entire field of vision. The world consisted only of this fist; he couldn't see the sun, the onlookers, or his comrades behind him. He couldn't hear the shouts of those around him, the cheers of his comrades, or even his own breathing. His world had lost its sound and color, leaving only a fist growing ever larger in his vision.

No! He was terrified. He wanted to run, but he tragically discovered he couldn't shout, couldn't run. He could only watch helplessly as the fist pierced his magic shield as easily as five layers of paper, then magnified infinitely in his eyes before he lost consciousness.

The onlookers felt a chilling aura emanate from the training ground, then their vision blurred, and a huge, transparent block of ice appeared in the center of the training ground. The ice block was rectangular, but what was terrifying wasn't the rectangular ice block itself, but the person inside it! Morrigan! Qin Feng's opponent in this match was now frozen inside this massive block of ice, his face filled with terror and disbelief, struggling violently.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Flying Dragon Knight.

Silence, terrifying silence. From the King of Qin to the onlookers, including Fatil's last expert and the envoy, everyone stared in disbelief at the ice block in the arena. This was beyond their comprehension. Even Kane couldn't understand how Qin Feng had created it.

Kane only saw Qin Feng's movements. He only saw Qin Feng shatter Morrigan's five magical shields with his fist, then strike Morrigan, and then he felt a fluctuation of water magic, followed by the appearance of this massive block of ice. As for why Qin Feng could break Morrigan's magical shields so easily, and why Qin Feng could cast this advanced water magic without chanting incantations, Kane had no idea.

In fact, those techniques were the result of Qin Feng's diligent practice over the past five years. Breaking through Morrigan's magic shield wasn't a direct collision, but rather the application of the principles of the Northern Darkness Divine Art, absorbing Morrigan's magical energy. Because Qin Feng is a multi-elemental magic talent, he can absorb magic of all elements, of course, within the limits of his body's tolerance. As for the later ice seal, it was a side effect of practicing the Heavenly Frost Fist to a certain level.

"The last one." Kane's majestic voice rang out again, finally pulling the stunned crowd back to reality.

"My God, Ninth Prince is truly amazing!"

"Yes, yes, now those Fatil people know how powerful we are!"

...

Finally, the last expert from Fatil arrived at the center of the arena. A set of exquisite full-body armor provided excellent protection, with magic circles drawn on the armor in mithril. A blood-red cloak added to his imposing presence, and his angular face was flushed red with anger. The aura of a master emanating from Fatil's last expert silenced the entire training ground.

"You're strong, but you shouldn't have killed my companions. Therefore, I must kill you to avenge my friends!"

"Your two previous companions said the same thing, but unfortunately, they didn't follow through."

"Boy, you're arrogant enough. Well then, let me show you what true strength is!" Fatil's last expert gritted his teeth and let out a long howl that carried far.

Just as Fatil's expert's howl ceased, another howl rang out from afar, soaring into the sky. A huge red shadow flew in from a distance; a dragon over ten zhang long appeared above the martial arts arena, like a dark cloud obscuring the sun and casting a large shadow on the ground.

This was a red dragon, with gleaming red scales, a terrifying giant tail, enormous wings, and a ferocious dragon head—a truly awe-inspiring and chilling sight. The dragon circled once above the martial arts arena before descending to the ground.

"Heavens, he's actually a dragon knight?!"

"Oh my god, only a Saint-level expert can defeat a dragon knight!"

...

The Fatil expert quickly climbed onto the back of the red dragon, which soared into the sky, roaring like rolling thunder.

Qin Feng remained calm, standing still, his eyes fixed on the roaring dragon in mid-air. An uncontrollable fighting spirit rose from Qin Feng's body, and his Azure Sky Force circulated rapidly. His fists became increasingly crystalline due to the Azure Sky Force.

"Boy, do you have any last words? In a moment, I, the noble dragon knight Robben-Xiu, will plunge my sharp dragon spear into your chest, and let your blood wash away the shame you brought to Fatil!" The dragon knight's voice came from mid-air.

"Come on, let me see if the so-called dragon knight is as powerful as the legends say!" Qin Feng said, looking at the arrogant knight on the dragon.

Robben flew into a rage, brandishing his spear and urging his dragon to charge downwards, a fierce gale whipping up dust and sand. Qin Feng stood still, hands behind his back, amidst the storm.

"Die, brat!" Robben unleashed a dozen sharp thrusts from his spear, dazzling blades of light hurtling towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng didn't dodge, instead throwing a punch, attempting to meet Robben's spear head-on with his fist. His crystalline fist collided violently with the spear tip, which shimmered with a pale blue aura!

He's gone mad, that's what the onlookers thought—to try and stop a Sword Emperor-level swordsman, riding a dragon at full speed, with just his fist! He's doomed!

"Bang!" A deafening roar filled the air, the loud noise momentarily deafening everyone.

Looking down, they saw Qin Feng stagger back several steps, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, while Robben and his red dragon merely swayed in mid-air.

"Heavens! His Highness actually blocked the dragon knight's full-force attack with his fist!"

"And he only suffered minor injuries!"

"It's unbelievable!"

...

Qin Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled faintly. Not bad, it seems his fifth level of Sky-Piercing Strength isn't enough to directly confront a dragon. If he breaks through to the sixth level, taking down this dragon shouldn't be a problem at all! Since his fist couldn't kill this dragon, then... Qin Feng thought of something, and his smile became even brighter.

"Father, I've heard that dragon liver is good for the eyes, dragon lungs are good for the lungs, dragon blood is good for the complexion, and dragon meat is delicious. So today, I'm offering this dragon to you!" Qin Feng turned to the King of Qin on the high platform and said.

"Good, good, hahaha!" Qin Feng's words made the King of Qin laugh so hard he was practically rolling on the floor.

Hearing Qin Feng arrogantly declare his intentions against his flying dragon, Robben flew into a rage. With a roar, his hair danced wildly, and pale blue battle aura enveloped his entire body, flickering like flames. He charged straight at Qin Feng, spear in hand.

"Pfft!"

The swooping red flying dragon opened its massive maw, spewing out a cloud of dragon breath that swept towards Qin Feng.

The dragon breath was highly poisonous and corrosive. Although the flying dragon's breath couldn't compare to the red dragon's, even a drop would be fatal to an ordinary person, and the affected area would be destroyed.

Qin Feng moved like lightning, quickly shifting several dozen feet to the side. The spot where he had stood was now scorched by the dragon breath.

The red flying dragon roared again, spewing three more breaths, forcing Qin Feng to constantly move around the arena.

The spectators watched in terrified silence.

Qin Feng casually picked up a ten-foot-long spear from the weapon rack at the edge of the training ground and strode into the arena without the slightest fear. Reaching the center, he summoned the God-Slaying Bow from his body and nocked the spear. Golden light, a faint golden glow, emanated from the dark bow. The

civil

and military officials watching were astonished to see Qin Feng suddenly wielding a longbow they had never seen before, and that he was using the nearly ten-foot-long spear as arrows.

Qin Feng pushed the Sun-Shooting Roar Technique within him to its limit, slowly drawing back the God-Slaying Bow. Powerful energy flowed continuously between him and the bow, causing them to radiate dazzling light. His face was resolute as he locked his aura onto the red flying dragon in the air.

At this moment, vast energy fluctuated violently in the arena, Qin Feng and the God-Slaying Bow radiating dazzling light, and an incomparably powerful aura surged from him.

Everyone felt an overwhelming pressure. Only the Ninth Prince, wielding the divine bow, remained in the arena, seemingly transforming into a towering giant in an instant, inspiring an irresistible urge to prostrate himself in worship.

Qin Feng had already drawn the God-Slaying Bow to its current limit. Golden light from the bow surged like water towards the spear, turning the steel spear a golden hue.

The red dragon in the sky seemed to sense the danger, its body trembling as it let out a defiant roar and soared into the sky, fleeing rapidly.

But it was too late. Qin Feng gently released the bowstring, and a golden lightning bolt shot into the sky, whipping up a fierce wind and thundering across the arena.

The golden lightning caught up with the red dragon in the blink of an eye. A shrill scream echoed from the sky, and a shower of blood rained down. The red dragon plummeted like a kite with a broken string, sending dust billowing across the arena.

After firing the arrow and retrieving the God-Slaying Bow, Qin Feng didn't leave immediately. Instead, he leisurely took out a wine flask from his dimensional bag and began to sip his wine.

Shock! Absolute shock! The onlookers stared wide-eyed at the scene before them, utterly bewildered. Could this be possible? It's important to understand that flying dragons are level eight magical beasts. Possessing dragon blood, they rank second among level eight magical beasts, second only to the Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon, which also possesses dragon blood. The

Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon, considered the closest to a dragon, is terrifying not only for its formidable physical and magical attacks and defenses, but also for its gregarious nature. Small Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragon colonies typically number three to five thousand, with larger ones exceeding ten thousand. Imagine facing tens of thousands of magical beasts equivalent to a Sword Emperor or Archmage—even a Sword Saint, let alone a Sword God, would have to run!

However, facing such a powerful dragon, our Ninth Prince actually shot it down! And the dragon knight who reached the Sword Emperor level is still missing, his fate unknown! The effect of a dragon plus a dragon knight is far greater than a simple addition of one!

Finally, a few bolder individuals stepped forward to examine the dragon, only to be stunned by what they saw: a ten-foot-long spear had pierced through the dragon's chest and exited through its back, leaving a conspicuous, transparent hole in its massive body. The dragon was still alive, flapping its wings, trying to take flight. Unfortunately, this usually familiar movement was now impossible for it, and it could only give up after a few attempts. Gushes of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from its body with each breath, and its once vibrant eyes grew increasingly dim.

As for the dragon knight Robben, only one word could describe his condition: miserable! How miserable? The spear had pierced through the dragon precisely where Robben was standing on its back, so the spear had gone straight through his crotch, through his entire body, and out over his head. He was like a live chicken on a barbecue fork, twitching every now and then, the blood staining the area red.

"Ugh~~~" Those who witnessed this scene finally couldn't help but vomit. The envoy from Fatil, however, was ashen-faced, staring at Robben's corpse with despair.

"Father, your son has fulfilled his mission. The Flying Dragon has been slain, and tonight's Dragon Banquet is secured." Qin Feng bowed before the King of Qin.

"Good! Good! Good! Feng'er has indeed not disappointed me! Truly a fine man of my Great Qin!" The King of Qin laughed three times in praise.

"Norodon!" the King of Qin commanded.

"Your servant is here!" Norodon's obese body emerged from the crowd and knelt before the King of Qin.

"You will be in charge of this Dragon Banquet. Tonight, I will host a grand banquet for my ministers in the Hall of Worthies. Don't mess it up. As for the ingredients, use this Flying Dragon." The King of Qin, imagining the grandeur of tonight's Dragon Banquet, said to Norodon with great pride.

"Alright, Your Majesty, rest assured, this servant will ensure your satisfaction!"

"Good! Then my beloved ministers may disperse. Tonight, I will treat you all to the first all-dragon banquet on the continent at the Gathering of Wise Men! Hahaha!" After saying this, the King of Qin left the training ground.

The ministers, seeing him leave, also departed, hurrying back to prepare for tonight's all-dragon banquet. An all-dragon banquet! Heavens, this is the first time on the continent!

Dragons, as the apex predators on the Starry Continent's food chain, always evoke a sense of awe and superiority. Let alone eating dragons, many of these ministers had never even seen one before! But tonight, they could personally taste this delicacy they had never even dreamed of!

Leaving aside the excitement and exhilaration of the Qin side, at this moment, the envoy of Fatil stood dumbfounded before the corpses of Robben and his red dragon, thinking back to the ashes of Olek, and looking at Morrigan encased in a giant block of ice in the distance!

"It's over, it's over. I probably won't live more than a few days. Perhaps the people of Qin don't know, but as the envoy of Fatil, he knows very well the origins of these three people! If it were just one or two people who were killed, I might be able to shift the blame to Qin, but now all three are dead. What am I supposed to do? The more I think about it, the more frightened I become. Finally, I simply closed my eyes and fainted."

Chapter Forty: The Grand Feast of the Dragon

King The Hall of Gathering Sages in the Qin Palace was brightly lit.

The King of Qin sat high on the head seat, with the Queen and the princes sitting close together on both sides, and the other ministers also sitting at their own tables. On the tables were stir-fried dragon tongue, stir-fried dragon liver, stewed dragon lung, braised dragon meat, braised dragon tendon, dragon blood soup... Each dish exuded a deadly aroma, making even these princes and ministers, who had long tasted all kinds of delicacies, unable to help but swallow their saliva.

"Gentlemen, today, the reason why our Great Qin is able to display its might, and why we are able to enjoy this delicious Dragon Feast, is all thanks to our Ninth Prince! Come, let us toast our Ninth Prince!" King Qin personally raised his cup to toast Qin Feng.

"Your subject is humbled! The reason we were able to defeat the three masters of Fatir today is entirely due to Father's wisdom... (omitting 5000 words of flattery)" Qin Feng quickly stood up and flattered him.

"Good, haha! I said at the time that whoever won would be made a Grand Duke, so now I announce: I hereby confer upon my Ninth Prince the title of First-Class Divine Martial Duke, and bestow upon him a Grand Duke's Mansion! 200,000 Purple Crystal Coins..."

The gifts King Qin bestowed upon Qin Feng can only be described in one word: abundant and substantial! Such a generous reward made the princes and princesses green with envy, but who told them not to step forward at the time?

"Today, regardless of age, ruler or subject, all ministers, please enjoy yourselves!"

So the ministers who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly picked up their chopsticks to grab the delicacies on the table.

"Eat less! I haven't even eaten yet, and there are only three or four pieces left!"

"You're so dishonest! So much dragon liver, and you've only eaten this much? You, you bastard, fine, you think you can outdo us civil officials? I'm telling you, your army's budget this year will be halved..." "

You're still eating! You're still eating! No matter how much you eat, it's a waste! I'll eat it, look at me..."

Qin

Feng coldly drank his wine, casually chatting with the prince and princess beside him. Looking at the drunken, unrestrained officials around him, Qin Feng felt a chill. These are the officials of my Great Qin? These are the pillars of my Great Qin? Shaking his head helplessly, he downed his wine in one gulp and quietly left.

At this lively banquet, one person stood out from the festive atmosphere—the envoy of the Kingdom of Fatil. He sat with a furrowed brow, a stark contrast to the Qin officials drinking and eating around him.

The envoy from Fatil was originally not going to attend, as this was a dinner prepared by the mount of one of his country's top experts, something he had neither the appetite nor the inclination to eat. However, a royal decree from the King of Qin, coupled with the invitation from those gleaming longswords, forced him to attend the banquet.

Looking at the delicious dishes before him, and recalling the scene of Robben and his dragon mount lying in pools of blood that afternoon, the Fatil envoy felt nauseous and began to gag.

"Oh, isn't this our Fatil envoy? How is it? Do you like the food?" A Qin official noticed the Fatil envoy's unusual behavior and approached him maliciously.

"Yes, yes, look, this is stir-fried dragon tongue. It's delicious, tender, and refreshing. Here, have a taste." Another Qin official placed a plate of stir-fried dragon tongue into the Fatil envoy's bowl.

"And this clear-broth dragon lung! You know, dragon lung is good for the lungs! Come, come, try it, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

...

In no time, the Fatil envoy's bowl was full, and he was surrounded by a group of Qin officials, each looking at him with the eyes of someone who had just toyed with prey.

He knew he was going to die anyway, having left the empire's three most outstanding young experts here. Even if he returned, he wouldn't escape death. Since that was the case, he might as well taste the first all-dragon feast on the continent before he died. Having come to this conclusion, the Fatil envoy ate and drank heartily, constantly exclaiming "Delicious, delicious!" much to the disappointment of the Qin officials who had come expecting a spectacle... The

night was cool and still.

It was early winter, and the gusts of cold wind blowing from the north of the continent added to the chill of the magnificent palace in the dark night.

Fatil Palace.

A middle-aged man sat on a jewel-encrusted golden chair, wearing a crown adorned with a ruby the size of a duck egg. His ruddy face was contorted with rage.

Below the steps, a man in magnificent robes knelt on the ground, pleading.

"Your Majesty! You must avenge my son! Robben died for his country, a worthy death, for which I am deeply gratified! But I beg Your Majesty, please do not let the murderer who harmed my Fatil men go unpunished! Your Majesty!" the man in magnificent robes cried out to the middle-aged man on the throne.

The middle-aged man on the throne was none other than the current Emperor of the Fatil Empire, Schnader Auguro Monarovich! Note that he was Emperor, not King; in the Star Continent, the title for a monarch had specific rules.

For example, the monarch of a duchy can only be called "Your Majesty," and he can only refer to himself as "I, the Lonely One"; one level above is the monarch of a kingdom, called "King," who can refer to himself as "I, the Lonely One," such as the King of Qin; the highest rank is the monarch of an empire, called "Emperor," who can refer to himself as "I, the Emperor!" Both Kings and Emperors can be respectfully addressed as "Your Majesty," but "Your Majesty" can only be

addressed as "So-and-so, Your Majesty." In the entire Star Continent, only three people can refer to themselves as "I, the Emperor," and the middle-aged man before him is one of them—His Majesty the Emperor of the Fatil Empire! He received the news that afternoon from his spies stationed in Qin—the three young masters sent to Qin—the great swordsman Olek, the archmage Morrigan, and the dragon knight Robin-Shu—had all been killed while challenging young masters of Qin!

How to describe Schnard's feelings upon receiving this news? Shock, grief, sorrow, anger… a complex mix of emotions. If it were anyone else who died, at most a condolence visit and some compensation would be offered. However, these three people, or rather, the forces behind them, wielded far too much influence over Fatil, so much so that even he, the emperor and one of the three most powerful figures on the entire continent, dared not handle the matter casually.

First was Orik, twenty-eight years old, a great swordsman, who at a young age became the left general of the Fatil Sirius Army, the closed-door disciple of the sword saint Gurod, and was hailed as a once-in-a-century genius in Fatil, yet he died in the Great Qin.

Second was Morrigan, thirty years old, a great mage, the captain of the Fatil Royal Magic Corps, and the prized disciple of the Grand Magus Vlad, whom the Grand Magus called the most capable magical genius to succeed him a century later, and he too died in the Great Qin.

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