Ralphael exclaimed, "Marquess Keagan, what are you saying? We've all displayed our treasures, yet you're presenting a broken sword as something valuable. Isn't this unfair to us?" James agreed.Keagan replied, "Listen, everyone. This broken sword is extraordinary. You all sensed it earlier—it carries the energy of a blade!""We are all well-informed here. There's no need to explain what the energy of a blade signifies. This broken sword must have once been an unparalleled and precious weapon." "Despite its broken state, it still exudes tremendous power."Gideon gently touched the broken sword, feeling its icy coldness penetrate to his core. A sword with such an energy, even in its broken form, was indeed a rare and valuable treasure. Additionally, he was skilled in swordsmanship. With this broken sword, he could amplify his power beyond its limits."Your Grace, I am truly fond of this sword. If we can acquire valuable materials in the future and use them to restore it, it wil
"Gideon!" Jameson's eyes widened with shock. "Are you certain it's him?""There's no doubt," the response came. "The internal investigation at Goldspire confirmed it was Gideon who killed Graham."Jameson's gaze fell. His eyes were now burning with even more intense determination.Sean cautioned, "Jameson, it looks like you and Gideon are headed for a deadly confrontation. But you must proceed with utmost caution and avoid rash decisions. The Quin family might not be able to intervene. "Gideon isn't acting alone. He has a formidable backing. Even the Chapman royal family suffered a significant defeat and lost many soldiers!"Jameson replied, "There's no need for the Quin royal family to get involved. The Crosby family is capable of handling Gideon!" Sean's eyes gleamed with thought, and after a pause, he advised, "If you're planning to move, do so quickly. Gideon's movements are elusive, making him hard to track."Jameson asked, "What do you propose?" "Wait until Gideon leav
That night, Gideon and Keagan, along with a few others, were enjoying drinks and conversation. Earlier that day, Keagan had successfully negotiated numerous benefits and resources, putting him in high spirits.Meanwhile, the other royal families had departed, feeling too embarrassed to stay after the Martial Arts Tournament. "Mr. Snow, I'm a man of straightforwardness and prefer not to mince words. Your assistance has been invaluable. A few rare herbs and a broken sword are hardly sufficient to express our gratitude. "I assure you once more. You will always be an honored guest of my family, and should you ever require anything within my power, I will not refuse.""Thank you, Your Grace." They clinked their glasses and downed their drinks in one go.Gideon asked, "Marquess Keagan, do you recall our conversation in Goldspire?"Keagan's expression shifted slightly as he set his wine glass down. "Are you referring to the plan to attack the Spirale Clan and needing assistance fr
The Wasteland, the second-largest of Dasovia's Nine Provinces, was surpassed only by the expansive Dalhurst. Yet, in terms of resources, it was the richest among them all. The ancient land was home to countless resource treasures and many ancient ethnic groups.The Crosby family was one of these groups. Among these ancient ethnic groups, the Crosby family was considered top-tier. The Wasteland was divided into four main regions—east, south, west, and north. Within the Oriville region, the Crosby family was one of the three Ancient Clans. The Crosbys had held dominance over Oriville for many years. Even the imperial court, when seeking to mine resources in Oriville, would not dare cross the Crosbys. That demonstrated the deep-rooted power and influence of the Crosby family. Today, the Crosby family had initiated a rebellion. Jameson had been disgraced publicly, and the person responsible was also the murderer of Graham.Even though Graham had been away from the family for many y
Inside the aircraft, passengers whispered quietly to each other. Alberto sat cross-legged, pretending to sleep with his eyes shut, remaining perfectly still.…The following morning, outside the mountain gate of the Foxhall royal family, Gideon waved goodbye to Keagan, Arabella, and the rest. "There's no need for a farewell," he said. "We'll cross paths again someday.""Take care on your journey.""Goodbye."As the aircraft vanished from view, Arabella felt a pang of reluctance, unsure of when they would reunite after this parting. Keagan, aware of Arabella's thoughts, sighed and gazed toward the horizon.Gideon was an extraordinary individual, a young man of remarkable prowess, destined to conquer the world. A modest royal family simply couldn't contain such a formidable presence."Alright. Stop watching. He's already gone," Keagan teased. Arabella blushed and said, "Dad, I'm worried Gideon might face danger on this journey." "That's a certainty." "What?" Arabella was
"Sir!" Lysander's face turned a ghostly white.Stretching as far as the eye could see was an enormous army, likely numbering around 100,000 troops, with aircraft and cannons stationed on the surrounding mountain peaks. Even an immortal would struggle to escape death under these circumstances.Yet, Gideon remained remarkably composed. He knew that survival was key to maintaining one's worth—a dead person held no value. The grand operation was orchestrated by some influential figures aimed at capturing the Solar Titan Physique so they wouldn't risk killing him outright."Stick with me," he instructed. As long as Orabella, Winter, and Lysander stayed right behind Gideon, the enemy wouldn't dare fire their cannons. Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed. Gideon's aircraft was destroyed, and his escape route was cut off by the opposition.At that moment, a piercing cry echoed, followed by the swift approach of a massive winged creature. Atop the creature sat a man in a mask. "Gideon!
"Damn it!" the masked man shouted, his rage palpable.Suddenly, the sky and earth turned a sinister crimson as a storm erupted, growing ever larger and more terrifying, threatening to annihilate everything in its path. It was the Blood Moon Tempest, one of the most devastating sword techniques mastered by Gideon.Orabella continued her assault. Thousands more perished, their blood spilling forth, creating the perfect conditions for Gideon to unleash his technique. The more blood spilled, the stronger the technique became."This is bad!" the masked man's expression shifted dramatically. He quickly commanded, "All transcendent beings, unite and attack! Disperse this storm for me." He charged ahead, but his power was insignificant compared to Gideon's, insufficient to break through the crimson storm. At the back, over 30 transcendent beings launched a coordinated attack.Simultaneously, Gideon sensed that his power had reached its peak. With a flourish of his broken sword, the Blo
"Sir, it looks like they're not pursuing us," Lysander reported. "That's to be expected."Gideon remained composed, though he stayed vigilant. This was only the initial wave, and more ambushes or attacks could be on the way. Naturally, he wasn't about to just sit idly and wait for trouble. He had already reached out to Ian. With years of unspoken understanding between them, he didn't need to say much—Ian would know exactly what to do."We only need to hold out for one more day. Once Ian and the others get here, everything will become much more manageable. Then, we can leave Dasovia and head toward the Asgard Plains," Gideon reassured them. However, Orabella interjected, "I have a gut feeling that today won't be easy. There could be a major crisis." Gideon smiled and replied, "If it's a crisis, it can also be seen as a challenge. They want to capture me, but why can't I turn the tables and capture them instead?" "In any case, you must ensure my safety. If not, you'll face th
"You're that confident, huh, Marshal Snow? In that case, let's see what kind of trump card you're hiding." Attwell finally got serious. His body trembled, and alongside the energy of a Supreme being, a savage, primal energy began to spread.It clashed harshly with his usual otherworldly presence. It was completely out of place."Marshal Snow, I've trained in a physique called the Demonic Ape Physique. It's not exactly the best, but combined with my Supreme body, it's leveled up into what I call the Supreme Demonic Ape Physique. Let's find out how it compares to your Solar Titan Physique.""Let's go."As Attwell finished speaking, the ground beneath him—Black Snake Mountain—shook violently. He launched forward like a cannonball, carrying with him a savage, brutal force.Faintly, a giant, shadowy black demonic ape flickered behind him. Attwell's punch came crashing in. It was direct, with no fancy tricks.Gideon let out a roar. The core of his Solar Titan Physique trembled, all of h
With a ripple, five towering phantom figures surged up behind Attwell, glowing brightly. Then, they quickly vanished—or rather, merged into one."Five Emperors Warlord Fist.""Marshal Snow, heads up."Gideon's expression changed. The fusion of all five forms of the Warlord Fist—unleashed by someone like Attwell, a peak Supreme—was absolutely terrifying.The Heavenly Lotus Flameball was instantly shattered.The sky changed color.Gideon was blasted away. Cracking sounds echoed through his body like his bones were about to fall apart.Noel and Ronan rushed out.Then, a streak of sword light shot straight into the sky. Sword power and sword intention surged around Noel, his eyes glowing like blades. "Sixth Sword!"With just a single slash, he wiped out the lingering force of the Five Emperors Warlord Fist.Attwell was surprised. "Boundless Heavensword? I didn't expect you to know that long-lost sword art. And you've already formed both the sword power and sword intention… It look
As the aircraft approached, Attwell spoke with a light smile, calm and casual, "Hold it right there, young man."However, his voice echoed like thunder, shaking the aircraft as if it were about to fall from the sky."I'll meet him first." Gideon stepped out of the aircraft, riding a surge of energy beneath his feet, looking down at Attwell."You're the one Nethercult called in? Tristan must have some serious pull to get a Supreme like you. My gut is telling me you're not just any ordinary Supreme.""As expected of the High Marshal! You have sharp instincts." Attwell's face showed admiration.Then, he sighed. "A prodigy like you is rare in this world. I respect talent, and honestly, I don't want to crush you. But I owe Tristan a favor. I have to pay it back. I'm sorry."With that, the energy of a Supreme burst forth in an instant.Gideon's eyelids twitched. This guy didn't waste time. He had to be dangerous."Activate!" Gideon immediately activated his Solar Titan Physique, going
The High Marshal title worked like a charm.The mayor of this city, Bailey Pearce, personally welcomed Gideon and his group into his residence with great enthusiasm and utmost respect.After all, news of Gideon storming Cook Manor and carrying the Imperial Token had already spread through every level of government across the Nine Provinces. Who would dare provoke the High Marshal?"Marshal Snow, what brings you to the Wasteland? Are you here to scout for resource troves? If so, I'd be happy to guide you myself.""There's no need for that. I'm here for information on Nethercult."Bailey was visibly startled. "Marshal Snow, Nethercult is one of the three major powers in the northern region. They're no joke."Gideon gave a cold snort. "I'm here to kill their cult leader. If Nethercult's disciples know what's good for them, they'll be put to work mining resources. If they don't, then I'll wipe them all out."Bailey broke out in a cold sweat.So, the rumors were true. Gideon was like
Attwell was already a Supreme.And judging by his energy, he wasn't just any Supreme, but a peak Supreme. He was probably even stronger than Pope of Light and Yohan. No one expected Attwell to have reached this level.Edric and Jandial immediately backed off."Attwell, we meant nothing by it. Don't act on impulse. Alfsee's our grandnephew. We will never hurt him.""Yeah, Attwell. I was out of line earlier. That's on me."Attwell gave a cold snort and reined in his energy. Only then did the two finally breathe easy."It's really not that big a deal." Attwell shook his head and said calmly, "I know the location of several S-class dragon veins in Dasovia. There's one right here in the Wasteland. If I wanted to, I could subdue it. With the power of an S-class dragon vein, I could go head-to-head with him."But what's the point? Fame, fortune, power—none of it means anything to me. Life is short. I might as well live it relaxed and comfortably."Edric and Jandial were deeply shaken.
"Forget everything else. When it comes to familial ties, I'm your uncle. No matter how you look at it, you should come out and see me," Jandial exclaimed.That seemed to work. Inside the bamboo house, a presence stirred.Moments later, a handsome middle-aged man stepped out, dressed in rough linen clothes, long hair loosely draped over his back, yet still carrying an unmistakable noble air."Attwell…""Things have changed. I'm no longer a prince. I'm just Attwell."Edric and Jandial exchanged glances, then said, "Attwell, don't get the wrong idea. We're not using Alfsee to threaten you."Attwell smiled. "I've let go of all that. Alfsee might be my son, but he holds no sway over me. He has his own path—whether he lives or dies has got little to do with me."That caught Edric and Jandial off guard.Watching Attwell watering the flowers, they realized they couldn't read him anymore. Atwell really might have let go of everything and returned to simplicity."Attwell, this is a rare
A visit to the Nethercult in the northern Wasteland—perfect. It was basically a free pass to wipe out Nethercult.Gideon's killing intent surged.Jessica said, "Marshal Snow, should I talk to my father and arrange for a troop to assist you?""There's no need for that. If I wanted, I could contact Samson and have the Dragon's Aegis flatten Nethercult. But that would put Elara's life at risk. I'll pay the Nethercult a visit myself. I want to see what kind of stunt Tristan is trying to pull.""Marshal Snow, it's too dangerous. Tristan definitely has something planned. He wouldn't be bold enough to let you walk into Nethercult otherwise.""It's fine." Gideon wasn't afraid.He already had the confidence to take on a supreme. Even if Tristan had brought backup, it didn't matter."Gideon." At that moment, Ronan and Noel arrived."Mr. Foley, I didn't expect to see you here."Ronan laughed. "I was actually there the day you were appointed. Back then I was trying to guess who the new Hig
"Supreme core, huh?" Gideon muttered, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Interesting. I'm intrigued.""Die!" Tristan screamed hysterically.Gideon rapidly retreated—not out of fear, but to create distance, preparing a devastating killer move.Suddenly, a violent wind howled, spreading intense heat. The temperature in the area shot up.At that moment, firelight flickered in both of Gideon's hands. The left one glowed bright red—it was the Earthcore Flame. The flame on the right shimmered eerie green—it was the netherflame.Then, he brought both hands together.The two heavenly flames began to fuse, though they resisted each other, violently clashing under the pressure. The moment the seal was lifted, the explosion would be unimaginable.But that wasn't enough.Gideon opened his mouth and breathed out streams of core power, merging into the flames. The nation's destiny surged into it as well.The buildup of energy already roared in the void.The seawater beneath Gideon's feet spl
"Proceed!" The word rippled through the skies.From Imperial Palace, it shot out, passed through the High Marshal Seal, and transmitted over Tyrant Sea—stirring it to a boil, shaking the whole place.A dragon's cry echoed through the void from the seal.Next, a mysterious force poured out from the seal, flooding into Gideon's body, lifting him as if to the summit in one step. A commanding, Supreme energy surged from within."This is bad!" Tristan's expression changed.At this moment, Chase had approved Gideon's request. Empowered, Gideon's strength skyrocketed as though he had instantly leapt to the supreme level."Damn it!" Tristan clenched his teeth.He didn't want to back down, but he had no choice. He had to avoid a head-on clash."Are you trying to run away?" Gideon sneered.Now, he was invincible. Tristan was just a weakling—a bug. There was nothing more to him."Tyrant Sea, rise." Gideon raised both arms. The seawater grew wild and furious, surging hundreds of yards int