At this moment, it was dead silent in the palace hall.
The nobles trembled in fear, gazing at the emperor who sat on the throne with sweat dripping down their foreheads.
Namesses VIII sat on the chair with an ashen expression and didn't say a word.
The entire hall was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Only the faint sounds of explosions could be heard from the outside.
This made everyone more uneasy. They exchanged glances and knitted their brows. However, they weren't relaxed at all. After all, they were clear that the explosions and cannons definitely didn't come from their side.
In that case, the answer was obvious.
However, they didn't know who exactly was attacking this place. Even though there were cases of dragons plundering human countries in the Klein Continent, most of them were lone wolves. There had never been a group of dragons that sought trouble with the Glittergold Empire. Could it be that this was the secret army of the Scal Federation?
That didn't seem right. If the Scal Federation had such a powerful army, the Glittergold Empire's attack would have been stopped a long time ago.
If it was a third party that was fishing in troubled waters, everyone racked their brains and couldn't think of anyone around the Glittergold Empire who had the guts to find trouble with them …
The sky seemed to have dimmed and the entire hall was enveloped in darkness.
Shortly after, a series of explosions erupted behind them without any warning.
Boom!!!
The towering dome collapsed as though it was smashed by an invisible hand. The Kafka relief engraved on it shattered into pieces. Before the crowd could feel their hearts aching for the destruction of this work of art from five centuries ago, they heard a loud boom. A massive shadow descended from the sky and razed the entire corridor to the ground.
Even the hall itself began to shake from the violent impact. Cracks that could be seen with the naked eye appeared on the thick walls. Dust flew down like raindrops. The ministers screamed and fled to the back, while the Imperial Guards quickly gathered, holding their weapons as they vigilantly watched the dust in front of them.
Everyone held their breaths and gazed ahead. Shortly after, they saw a figure walking out of the smoke.
It was a young man who seemed to be less than 20 years old. He wore a black suit and looked like one of those nobles that could be found everywhere.
The only difference was that there were two longswords hanging at his waist. One of them was as cold as ice and had a soul-stirring blue color.
The other one seemed to be wrapped in a shadow formed by dancing black flames, and one could only occasionally see a flash of light emerging from the depths of the shadow.
He had to admit that this young noble was very handsome. That pair of gold-rimmed glasses also added a bit of a scholarly aura to him, making people feel that he was cultured and refined. It was easy to have a good impression of him.
He had a smile on his face, and his movements were unhurried. He looked as relaxed as if he was taking a stroll in the garden in the afternoon.
However, at this moment, no one would really think that this young man was just here for a stroll and a cup of tea.
"Who are you?
How dare you trespass into the imperial capital!! "
Shortly after, the Imperial Guard Captain stepped out from the crowd. He unsheathed his sword and stared at the young man vigilantly.
However, in the face of his question, Jenn didn't mind at all. He didn't even look at the Imperial Guard Captain. He just stared at the Emperor sitting on the throne in front of him, stretched out his hand, and placed it on his chest, and gracefully bowed.
"I think you must be the Emperor of the Shagin Empire, His Majesty Namesses VIII.
I'm sorry to disturb you, but I think I should introduce myself. I am the Overlord of Passus, the head of the Basxianon Mens Family, Jenn Basxianon Mens.
This is our first meeting, so please forgive me if I'm rude. "
Hearing Zayen's self-introduction, almost everyone was taken aback. Parsus?
Basxianon Mens?
What's that?
These nouns were so unfamiliar that everyone fell into a strange silence. It was not until a moment later that a fat noble seemed to remember something. He let out a soft "ah" and pointed at Zayen.
And his shout seemed to remind the others. Passus … Isn't Passus the place that His Majesty the Emperor just mentioned?
In an instant, the way everyone looked at Jenn changed. To be honest, their understanding of Passus was limited to the fact that it was a relatively remote territory of the Scal Federation, and a frontline division of the Empire was completely annihilated there. That was why His Majesty the Emperor was so furious.
But they didn't expect that the owner of that territory would actually come knocking on their door!
And in such a way that no one could have imagined.
"It seems that everyone already knows my origin."
Facing everyone's gaze, Jenn smiled, flicked his collar, and did a dust-wiping action. The entire action was so perfect that even the strictest etiquette master couldn't find any fault with it.
He first nodded to the ministers of the Empire, then turned back to look at Namesses VIII on the throne.
"To tell you the truth, I came here with great sincerity.
Your Majesty the Emperor, Passus has no conflict with your country, but it has been invaded by your country several times. I think this is really too much.
That's why I came here, hoping to sign a truce agreement with Your Majesty the Emperor to resolve the small misunderstanding and conflict between us.
Please believe me, Your Majesty the Emperor, I came here with great sincerity. "
"Hmph, sincerity."
Hearing Zayen's words, the old king snorted coldly. He narrowed his eyes and looked contemptuously at Zayen, who was standing below with a smile, as if he was just a dog.
"What if I refuse your request?"
"That's a pity."
Hearing the Emperor's answer, the smile on Jenn's face didn't change in the slightest. He was still so gentle and refined.
"If you aren't willing, then I will have to let someone else who is willing to sign the agreement take this seat."
"…"
The entire hall fell into a dead silence in an instant. The ministers widened their eyes in surprise, looking at the young man standing in front of them in disbelief.
They even suspected that they heard wrong, or that the young man was crazy. What is he saying?
How dare he say that?
How can he say that!
Who does he think he is?!
Where does he think he is?!
"Presumptuous!
How dare you! "
At this time, the captain of the guards also reacted. He roared angrily, and in the next moment, he flew towards Zayen with his sword.
As the Guard Captain of the Royal Guard, his strength was naturally not to be underestimated. The moment he attacked, his body had already become one with the sword. The sharp sword energy exploded and spun forward. Even the surrounding people felt the sword energy piercing their skin and couldn't help but retreat.
Only Zayen remained standing where he was, facing the violent and dazzling sword light head-on.
Even though the Guard Captain's sword was right before his face, Jenn's smile didn't change at all. He stood on the spot, gazing at the Guard Captain's attack with the corners of his mouth perked up slightly.
No one noticed that in his eyes, a trace of disdain flashed silently.
At the next moment, Jenn placed his right hand on the hilt of the Shadow Moon Sword hanging by his waist.
At the same time, the entire hall suddenly became dimmer.
Everyone felt their vision darken, as if someone had extinguished a few more lights in the originally dim hall. The Sword Qi released by the Guard Captain also seemed to be shrouded by the gloomy shadows, becoming dim in an instant. It was as if everyone had blinked their eyes at that moment.
Then, the light returned to normal.
At this moment, the Guard Captain had arrived behind Jenn. He gripped his sword with both hands and made a slashing gesture.
He stood on the spot without moving an inch. Jenn also stood in the same spot. The only difference was that the Shadow Moon Sword hanging by his waist had been unsheathed. The chilly blade shone brighter and dazzling under the shadow of the scabbard.
Then, Zayen gripped the hilt of the sword and pressed down.
Pfff …
At the same time, fresh blood spurted out from the Guard Captain's neck, drawing an arc in the air and scattering to the ground.
A visible crack appeared on his neck under the pressure of the fresh blood, gradually spreading. At the same time, the captain's body was like a puppet with a broken string, falling to the ground with a thud. His head was completely separated from his body, rolling to the side and stopping at the corner of the wall.
"Oh my god! He killed Clive!
He killed the empire's cheetah! "
"Sir Clive is a Master Swordsman. Who exactly is this young man?!"
Looking at this scene, everyone was stunned. Clive Stoff was a famous Master Swordsman in the empire. His Flash Sword was almost at the peak of perfection. In the empire, apart from the few Sword Saints, almost no one was a match for him. But now, in front of this young man, this famous Master Swordsman of the empire couldn't even withstand a single blow?
He didn't even have the slightest bit of resistance and was instantly killed?
How powerful is this young man? Could it be …
"Legendary Domain."
A hoarse voice that sounded like broken bellows suddenly sounded, forcefully suppressing the nobles' clamor.
Then, the crowd parted, and a well-built man in his fifties wearing a black coat strode out of the crowd. He squinted his eyes, and his lion-like face that could fly into a rage at any time had a dignified and solemn expression.
"For someone of your age, this is indeed an impressive achievement. But if you think that you can rely on this ability to challenge an entire country, then you are gravely mistaken."
"Sir Grix!"
Seeing his appearance, everyone felt relieved, and they called out his name one after another. They looked at this man with only admiration in their eyes. There was no other reason than that this man in front of them was one of the two legendary Sword Saints who had silently protected the empire for decades — Golden Lion Grix.
"I have never wanted to challenge an entire country, Mr. Grix."
Zayen naturally knew the name of this Legendary powerhouse. He first nodded politely at him, then continued to speak with a smile on his face.
"But my people were embroiled in the chaos of war and lost their lives.
They are innocent and have nothing to do with this war.
As the overlord, I have to seek justice for them. I think that peace isn't a difficult thing for both of us. "
As he spoke, Jenn reached out and pushed up his spectacles.
"I came here with sincerity, which is why I'm here to talk to everyone. But it's a pity that His Majesty doesn't seem to be very interested in my proposal.
I have no choice but to do my best to convince him to change his mind. "
"…"
When he heard Zayen's answer, Grinx narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man with a little more admiration.
It was the sacred rule of this world for nobles to protect their subordinates and citizens, and it was also where the honor of ancient nobles lay.
But now, few people were willing to insist on such honor like fools. To them, the lives and deaths of their citizens weren't worth mentioning at all compared to their status and power.
And now, this young man was willing to face an entire country for his citizens. Just this courage alone was worthy of respect.
"Well said, Mr. Jenn. But you should also understand that the honor of the empire must not be blasphemed."
Grix said, unsheathing the two-handed sword from his waist. Golden flames surged from within, illuminating the dark shadows before him.
"Honor … In my opinion, this is nothing more than unrepentant persistence and stubbornness."
Upon hearing this, Zayen shook his head. Then, he stretched out his hand and unsheathed his sword. The Aquamarine Light appeared out of thin air and pointed forward with a bone-chilling aura.
"And in my opinion, all of this is meaningless."