Hail the King

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Long live the king, 263, do you know who I am?

"You let me down..." the young magician said, and stretched out his hand to press Rafa's forehead, a burst of flame suddenly flashed from his palm, and the smell of scorched and pungent meat came from the moment, this The poor soldier screamed and struggled miserably for a few seconds, his whole body turned into a cloud of black mist and drifted into the air. "Such a waste, what else can you do if you keep it..." The young man seemed to have done something trivial, and said calmly while taking out a gold silk handkerchief to wipe his hands.

The entire underground hall was suddenly eerily quiet.

All the soldiers looked at the young magician with terrified eyes. Shocked by his cruel methods, they all knelt down on the ground, not even daring to breathe.

"You commit suicide, so as not to suffer from the flames just now." The young man looked at Fei with a smile.

"I'm not a member of the Blood Knife Mercenary Corps." Fei folded his arms and shook his head.

"Whether you are or not, I just want to see you die in front of me right now." A contemptuous arc emerged from the corner of the young man's mouth, and his joking expression was not concealed at all.

"Oh, interesting," Fei smiled. His Majesty the King didn't want others to be arrogant in front of him, so he was in a mischievous mood again, and asked with a smile, "Then do you know who I am?"

"I don't need to know who you are, you just need to know who I am." The young man's eyes were cold: "I want you to die, you have to die."

"Oh? It's even more interesting. Can you tell me who you are?" Fei was still smiling.

"You lowly ants, there's so much nonsense," the young magician already showed an impatient look between his eyebrows. He gently raised his palm, and a red flame emerged in his palm. The scorching temperature made the gloomy underground The temperature in the hall has risen several degrees. He pointed his palm and the amazing flame at Fei, and he said his name softly: "Krystal, the fourth prince of the empire, you know my name. Now, you go to hell!"

boom!

Endless flames spread from his arms in an instant, and the fire in the sky gave people an illusion, as if the entire hall was filled with flames in an instant, and then all the flames spun and turned into a huge roaring fire dragon, roaring towards Fei swept away, quickly obliterating Sun Fei's figure.

Four-star peak fire-type attack magic——【Dragon Flame】.

Although he didn't go all out, this move [Dragon Flame] is also one of the fourth prince Christo's proud attacking magic.

Every time he used flames all over the sky to burn those hated guys into beautiful ashes floating in the sky, and listening to their heart-piercing wailing, Crystal would feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction and joy in his heart.

But now, the person in front of him who has no strength but is extremely arrogant will become his poor object of satisfaction and pleasure.

He closed his eyes, he couldn't wait to hear the beautiful music of heart-piercing wailing and begging for mercy.

but--

More than ten seconds passed, and the 'beautiful music' did not come.

He opened his eyes.

I saw a scene that made me extremely surprised and astonished.

[Dragon Flame] The roaring fire dragon that came from the magic effect suddenly quieted down, and it was difficult to move forward any more.

One palm, through the flames and scorching heat, pinched the dragon's head like pinching a disobedient kitten. Then the flame, hot enough to melt steel in an instant, seemed to have been attacked by a terrible force, and the whining began to dissipate, almost in the blink of an eye, the famous four-star fire-type attack magic [Dragon Flame] ], was cracked lightly.

The way to crack it is to gently crush it with one hand.

The fourth prince Christo's pupils shrank.

Arrogance does not mean being an idiot. The facts are already obvious. The strength of the young man in front of him has far exceeded his expectations, because the other party has already told him clearly with one hand——You are still far behind. Far, not my opponent at all.

"Who are you?" Christo's face became serious, and he didn't try to make a second shot. He knew that even if he shot with all his strength, he would be humiliating himself in front of this person.

"Didn't you say that you don't need to know who I am?"

Fei withdrew his hand, and still answered with a smile, but this smile, in Christo's eyes, was no longer the feeling that was not worthy of the slightest attention before, but a moment of tranquility before the storm was approaching.

The fourth prince Christo stagnated,

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