The mood shifted subtly. The crowd suddenly felt nervous as their hearts were pounding.Lysithea froze mid-track before glaring at Zayn in surprise. She was more than disappointed and exasperated combined. How could Zayn say something so braindead? He just had to let Raiden go! It was all he had to do for all the conflicts between himself and Sicut In Caelo to go up in smoke. It was the best kind of bargain he could ever get!Any person with more than half a wit would have made that choice. But Zayn just had to choose the alternative—did that make him a half-wit?Lysithea knew just how powerful the organization she served as a high-ranking member was. She had first-hand accounts of just how godlike the Saint was. If Zayn’s stupid hubris ever caused him to offend the Saint, the consequences would be so dire that Zayn wished he was never born.Ezra narrowed his eyes. “All right, punk. Your achievements are nothing to sneer at, but this world is much larger than what you can see,” he
The debate was set alight. Rhetoric and postulations flew. Would Zayn kill Raiden?Far from a distance, Antony Hoffman spied through a pair of military-used binoculars, frowning. “Why the hell is that Ezra present, too? Is Zayn really going to let Raiden go?”As Rheasia’s military top dog, Denali’s stance toward Sicut In Caelo had always been antagonistic. The only reason why he never attempted any action from it was that the organization was literally too powerful to take on. It would be rather disappointing if Zayn let Raiden go.“What do you say?” he asked again, turning to Ares.“He’s not gonna let him live, man.”“Huh. That takes quite some courage. It’s not an easy feat to dare declare a war against Sicut In Caelo,” Antony remarked in sincere respect.Paxton shook his head. “Nah, it’s not that. I’m pretty sure he probably figured all of this has something to do with the fact that I’m here watching. He’s guessed that I’m not going to just sit here and watch.”Antony cocked
Raiden never finished his sentence because Zayn snapped his throat.Nevertheless, he did not die right away. He just stared at Zayn in horror, his eyes widened in fear and despair as unintelligible death rattles escaped his lips. He writhed like a headless chicken.Everyone fell into still silence. They gawked at Zayn in disbelief, shocked that he would have the audacity to break Raiden’s neck while being threatened by Sicut In Caelo. This was a declaration of war!Even Ezra’s pupils constricted before he bellowed in fury, “Zayn Larson!”Zayn had just killed Raiden in front of him. Of course, it made his blood boil. This was unforgivable! Zayn did not just kill a man—he took away the esteemed Southern Highlord who contributed to the expansion of Sicut In Caelo. He was one of the most important figures in the organization. His death denoted a huge, irreversible cost to them!The crowd was just as startled. They had no idea that Zayn would really kill Raiden. He must be insane or so
In the span of a millisecond, Zayn felt a crushing tidal wave of powerful aura squeezing against his chest so hard that he started breathing harder.Ezra was leagues and bounds more potent than Raiden—or Zayn’s estimation. There was no moment when Zayn could ease up even a little in fear of a sliver of his opening being seized by a nonpareil veteran. Even the slightest mistake could cost him more than an arm and a leg. Asking for space to breathe became a luxury.Ezra was a tough enemy to beat, but Zayn was more raring to fight than scared. Just two months ago, he was but a spider to Ezra’s boot. Today, though, he was sure he possessed enough power to go toe-to-toe with him.Ezra’s fighting style was as divorced from Raiden’s as one could get—the former was, as his name suggested, the avatar of a sword. Every punch and kick he unleashed were as sharp as an edge, as nipping as cold steel, and as candid as the silvery glint reflecting off its blade. A few direct clashes with him later
Zayn lost.As it turned out, he was still weaker than Ezra—though the margin was slight. Zayn was fast enough to put up a foolproof defense with his arms holding against Ezra’s punch. Had it connected with his body, Zayn would have suffered a grievous injury that could render him completely incapacitated.And that would be the moment when he became his enemy’s chew toy.Ezra was also quite shocked. That punch was his coup de grâce—the ultimate move meant to put Zayn out of commission—and he never would have thought Zayn would be able to block it.It only served to fan the tempest in his temperament. It made him want to kill Zayn even more. Everything today had proven this young man a bona fide threat to Sicut In Caelo. He had not even reached his thirtieth birthday yet and already he achieved this much. Given a few years, he could very well be an unbeatable fighter himself, and the organization would face the biggest peril it had ever seen.To prune that possibility from ever happ
Boom! They clashed!Zayn was the one who lost out. He flew backward again as blood sprayed out of his mouth.Ezra was not the least bit delighted though. In fact, he was disappointed and very vexed. Despite his desire, he could not do anything beyond hurting him, let alone kill him.Ares himself had appeared, and his face did not look pretty at all. “You’ve got balls of steel, Ezra!”He was truly, completely apoplectic, and the wrath he projected made one believe that an immortal deity himself had become enraged by Ezra’s action. The sky darkened, and the earth shuddered. Every living creature who lived in Mount Roi shivered in fright.The crowd of onlookers trembled, too. Their minds went blank. They looked at that lone figure with the kind of reverence reserved only for gods. Then, a nagging feeling inside them compelled them to kneel, and many heeded it.Ezra’s face turned pale. He could be an Invincibilis fighter right now and still feared and respected Paxton because this wa
Paxton narrowed his eyes just in time for a hint of shock and wariness to flit past. He could hear whose voice this belonged to.Ezra was close to despair by this point, but the voice seemed to have awakened a hidden wellspring of hope and ecstasy. He dropped down to his knees and howled skyward, “Your Majesty! It is the honor of your humble servant, Ezra Sword, to see you!”He had not even recovered from the agony of the last fight when he fell onto his knees in religious zeal and adulation, and the only one who could make him do that in the entire world was the Saint and ruler of Sicut in Caelo.Caelum Caesar.Zayn narrowed his eyes too. His heart was charging. He was not sure if his mind was mistaking something else for another, but the voice was familiar. He felt like he had heard it from somewhere. He racked his head over it, and yet no name leaped into mind.Still, Zayn was pretty stoked that his duel with Raiden was enough to attract the Saint out of his hole!He spread hi
If it was Ezra Sword who had shown up, Zayn would still have a slim chance of survival. However, Zayn was doomed now that it was The Saint. Not even Paxton ‘Ares’ Brookes could ensure Zayn’s safety!Paxton raised his head to look toward a certain direction as if Caelum was standing on a cloud in the sky with his hands clasped behind him. Paxton said nonchalantly, “Caelum, you finally appear.”Caelum’s voice was heard coming from the void once again. It was a God-like voice that boomed as if he had experienced many vicissitudes of life. It would be hard to forget a voice like that. “Paxton, you’ve been looking for me constantly over the years. I didn’t acknowledge you out of respect for your teacher. Did you really think I was afraid of you?” Caelym’s voice did not seem to contain any emotional changes. In addition, his voice echoed from all directions before sweeping in like tidewater. It did not sound like a human voice anymore一it sounded more like the voice of God that could rend