Hail the King

Chapter 406 , The end of the peak battle [2]

Several exclamations came from the sky, and several figures fell down in the blood rain. The figures tried their best to maintain the speed of falling in the air, and slid crookedly towards the distance. With such strength, it was obvious that it was Heng Traal and the others fell far into the vast night of the imperial capital, like water drops falling into the sea.

After all, these people were not able to escape from Zenit safely.

At this time, not many people paid attention to Huntelaar and the others who fell into the vast night, because almost everyone was shocked by the giant flying dragons gushing out of the palace, and the luxury was unbelievable. The terrifying aura of Yan Yu made every Zenit warrior standing on the top of Wusheng Mountain stand still, and some warriors with slightly weaker strength even prostrated and knelt down on the ground.

That kind of aura of self-respecting martial arts made warriors have an instinct to kneel down and worship.

By the time everyone reacted, the golden dragons had turned into mottled golden light spots, spreading out like fireflies flying all over the sky, and soon dispersed and disappeared into the dark night sky, like a scene The dream that drifted with the wind finally turned into nothingness, but the luxurious and irresistible kingly aura was still incomparably majestic in the void.

"That's... Dragon Fist?" Someone murmured in the distance, the tone was almost dreamlike.

Fei was shocked in his heart, and turned his head to look. The person who spoke was the old priest with white beard and hair among the ten masters of the Holy See. Surprise and shock, and even a trace of fear is fleeting.

Dragon Fist!

Dragon Fist! !

Dragon Fist! ! !

The shock these two words brought to everyone and Fei was like a raging tide, far surpassing the dreamy scene of the golden dragons all over the sky before.

Because everyone knows what and who the word "Dragon Fist" represents!

It was a myth of martial arts, it was a myth of a period of time, it was... a myth of an emperor.

Yashin, the founding emperor of Zenit!

For twenty-six years, Yashin, the man who created and mastered [Dragon Fist], the only martial art within a hundred miles that can touch the threshold of Japanese-level martial arts, has always been the numberless son of the entire Zenit Empire. The pride of the people is also the nightmare in the hearts of countless Zenite people!

Recently, news about Emperor Yassin's waning days and his imminent demise has spread all over the sky.

But Emperor Yassin has always lived in seclusion, and even the important occasions such as the opening ceremony of the Imperial Martial Arts Competition have only left in a flash, and no one has even seen his true face. All this seems to prove this man's twilight.

But now, [Dragon Fist] was born again and appeared in front of the world.

What does this mean?

Does it mean that Emperor Yaxin is not dying like in the legend?

The golden dragon transformed from that punch just now contains unparalleled majesty and domineering, and everyone feels that even Krasic after the outbreak is hard to resist... How can such a power be an old man? What can the living dead emit?

Thinking of this, almost everyone couldn't help shouting.

Emperor Yashin is safe, this news is really exciting for the empire today, there is no doubt that when Emperor Yashin is still healthy, the Zenit Empire will encounter a crisis!

This emperor of martial arts and empire can stabilize the entire empire with one fist and two fists.

No one can challenge the majesty of Emperor Yassin, just like no one can remain undefeated under [Dragon Fist]!

No one doubted that as soon as the news of Emperor Yashin's well-being spread, the Spartacus Empire would immediately withdraw its troops from the border in less than a night!

"Uh...poof!!"

Just when almost everyone was still immersed in the shocking aftertaste brought by Emperor Yaxin's [Dragon Fist], a sudden change occurred——

Suddenly there was a muffled sound and the sound of blood splattering. Fei looked along the source of the sound, and suddenly the blood in his body was about to freeze. He saw the straight body of Wu Sheng Krasic, who had been standing in the distance, suddenly began to shake. With his head raised, blood spewed out of his mouth like a fountain, and at the same time gushing blood was also the shocking wound left on his right chest after being attacked by Huntelaar.

"Senior!" Fei Fei rushed over frantically, hugging Krasic's figure that was about to fall into his arms.

At this time, Krasic has become a blood man.

Fei was shocked to find that every pore in Zenit Wusheng's body seemed to be spewing out blood plasma. This is a symptom that will appear after the severely injured bones and flesh are almost crushed by the huge pressure. His Majesty the King's mind Suddenly there was a blank, it was obvious that Krasic's injury was far more serious than it looked.

"Ah, Lord Martial Saint!"

"Master Krasic, are you... injured?"

Numerous Zenit warriors trembled and exclaimed, no one thought that just now, they killed the three-month-old Huntelaar, Costacurta and Amaury killed by Spartacus Saint Iaquinta. Krasic, who was in a state of embarrassment, had already suffered such a serious injury and wanted to rush over immediately.

At this time——

Whoosh whoosh!

There were many figures, thirty or forty people jumped out from nowhere in all directions, all dressed in flaxen robes, with long swords on their backs, with sad expressions, and surrounded Krasic heavily. He looks handsome, but his pair of star eyes and sword eyebrows give people a very sharp feeling. There is a faint aloof temperament like [Yijian], but it is more indifferent and warm than [Yijian].

"My lords, please stop!" The man's words were very polite, he stretched out his arms, and stopped everyone aside.

Although more than ninety Zenit warriors were worried about the injury of Lord Wusheng, they stood obediently at a distance.

Because everyone can tell from the clothes that the people in front of them are from Wusheng Mountain. In other words, they are probably disciples of Wusheng Krasic. Although they are not nobles or officials of the empire, but in In Wusheng Mountain, even a small handyman has a noble status and cannot be underestimated.

The warriors of Wushengshan kept everyone on the periphery, but only missed Fei, and their expressions were extremely respectful to Fei, and they protected Krasic and Fei in the middle tacitly, blocking everyone His gaze, even the faint energy breath fluctuated, and even the sound was cut off.

"Hey, floating life is like a dream, 10,000 years is too long, just seize the day!"

Gilano, the crown prince of Saint-Germain, who was surrounded by red and emerald green, drank the fine wine in the golden bottle, and stretched out his arms to hug the four stunning beauties. With a flash of magic, the four disappeared on the Wusheng Mountain. Gilano is the only one of the moon-level powerhouses in today's battle who has retained all his strength, so he naturally comes and goes in style.

"Why can he stay with Lord Martial Saint..." Among the crowd, the fourth prince Christo, who looked embarrassed, pointed at Fei and questioned him.

No one answered him.

The more than forty disciples of Wushengshan were all expressionless, as if the four princes of the empire in front of them were a ray of air, and there was even a disdainful smile on the corner of the mouth of the star-eyed and sword-browed young man.

"Let's go!" The eldest princess Tanasa took a deep look at the two figures behind the crowd, waved her hand, took the guard Zi Yan who was also staring at Fei, and a kind of noble master beside her, and left along the way she came. .

"Let's go too!" The second prince Domingos and the witch Paris looked at each other, and left with their noble masters.

Some people keenly discovered that among the masters of the dependent countries, some people have already chosen their position. Among the throne, they chose to submit to the second prince and the first prince respectively, and followed the eldest princess and Dominguez. left.

Fei hugged Krasic tightly. The aura of this illustrious Imperial Martial Saint was weakening bit by bit. Fei could even feel the strong vitality of the moon-level powerhouse passing away like water in a hurry. , This is a very terrible and cruel feeling.

Fei summoned [Comprehensive Recovery Potion] from the sash space, and poured all the purple potion into his mouth regardless of Krasic's obstruction. At this time, Wu Sheng was already extremely weak and could not stop Fei's actions.

However, the effect of [Comprehensive Recovery Potion] was not as good as Fei expected.

Moon-level powerhouses have strong vitality. Of course, a bottle of [Comprehensive Recovery Potion] cannot completely heal Krasic’s injury, but at least it can stop the bleeding. However, it is strange that this bottle of [Comprehensive Recovery Potion] seems to have no effect at all. Fei Still can feel the vitality of Krasic is passing bit by bit.

"Cough cough cough... don't waste such a precious potion, my injury...even if it is... even a god, it can't be cured..." Krasic coughed a few mouthfuls of blood, shook his head lightly and said : "My heart... heart..."

Krasic said a fact that made Fei's mind go blank.

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Second update. My head hurts, and I have a mental breakdown.