"Venerable Beate, where are the Crown Prince and the other Venerables?"
The Dragon Warrior was overjoyed and kept looking behind Beate.
"The Crown Prince … is dead!"
Boom!
The faces of the Foss Kingdom's people instantly stiffened.
"What?"
"Wasn't the Crown Prince under your protection?"
"How could a Monarch Realm kid kill the Crown Prince?"
"Six of you Venerables couldn't defend against a Monarch Realm kid?
That's not possible. "
Beate chose to remain silent in the face of everyone's doubts and accusations.
If he hadn't witnessed Zhang Xing's death with his own eyes, he wouldn't have dared to return. He would have fled a long time ago.
He didn't care about his wife, son, or grandson. Whether they lived or died depended on the Emperor's will.
But now that he had a reason to return, he chose not to flee.
After all, there was still hope for him to survive and protect his descendants.
Just as they were arguing, the various clans of the City of Martial and the imperial families of the second and third tier empires appeared in front of everyone in a sorry state.
"After Zhang Xing killed one of the Venerables, he suddenly ambushed the Crown Prince of Juen. After that, he killed three more Venerables in succession. In the end, he died from the self-detonation of one of the Venerables."
"… …"
These people recounted the entire process of the battle.
Zhang Xing was dead!
Was Zhang Xing really dead?
Half a year had already passed by the time this news had spread throughout the second and third tier empires. Everyone who heard this news was shocked.
This was especially true for Zhang Xing's hardcore fans. They didn't believe this news at all.
They firmly believed that Zhang Xing wasn't dead. Their idol wouldn't die!
But at the same time, an undercurrent surged in many empires. The voices of the undercurrent were ferocious, and they described the scene of Zhang Xing's death as if it had happened.
At the same time, these voices spoke negatively about Zhang Xing's character.
They said that he was arrogant and despotic, that he was inhumane, and that he was the incarnation of the devil ….
Zhang Xing's hardcore fans weren't willing to be left behind. They found all sorts of positive examples and glorious achievements of Zhang Xing.
"Who in the world can reach the mid-rank Monarch Realm at the age of eight?
Which of you can do it? "
"Can anyone at the mid-rank of the Monarch Realm kill 4 initial-stage Exalt Realm experts in succession and force one of them to detonate himself while the other fled?
You can't do it! "
"…"
In the royal palace of the Foth Empire, the current emperor, Zhu Ruidi, had been paying close attention to the movements of the All-Martial Kingdom for the past six months.
"Have you found out anything about Zhang Xing's six dragons?"
"Replying to Your Majesty, at that time, the six dragons left the City of Ten Thousand Martial Arts. Our spies followed them for several days, but they all disappeared in different sea areas."
"In the past six months, the Wan Wu Kingdom has not found Zhang Xing, nor have they found any traces of the six dragons."
An official in charge of spies made another routine report.
"En, you may leave. Continue to pay attention to the Wan Wu Country and keep an eye on the people who are closely related to Zhang Xing, especially that girl called Na Bao."
Emperor Zhu Ruidi relaxed his brows and said.
After the official left, Zhu Ruidi walked into the secret room of the study. His face immediately became sad.
He looked at the portrait of his son, Juen, hanging on the wall, and two streams of tears flowed down his face.
"My child, you don't have the life to inherit the throne!
"You died young, and you didn't even have the chance to enjoy the riches and glory you had before you left this world. This is fate!
"But that person called Zhang Xing is already dead. You can die in peace.
"The only thing I can do for you is to treat your birth mother well. She has lost you and has no one to rely on. She bathes her face in tears every day and has aged a lot."
For the past six months, Emperor Zhu Ruidi had been talking to his son in the secret room every day to reminisce about the past.
"Venerable Beate, where are the crown prince and the other Venerables?"
The dragon warrior had a look of joy on his face as he kept looking behind Beate.
"The crown prince … is dead!"
Boom!
The faces of the Foth Empire's people instantly stiffened.
"What?"
"Wasn't the crown prince under your protection?"
"How could a Monarch realm brat like him kill the crown prince?"
"You six Venerables couldn't stop a Monarch realm brat?
That's not possible. "
Beate chose to remain silent in the face of everyone's doubts and accusations.
If he hadn't witnessed Zhang Xing's death with his own eyes, he wouldn't have dared to return. He would have run away a long time ago.
He didn't care about his wife, son, or grandson. Whether they lived or died was up to the emperor.
But now that he had an explanation for his return, he chose not to run away.
After all, there was still hope for him to live after he returned and protect his descendants.
Just as they were arguing, the major clans of the City of Martial and the imperial families of the second and third tier empires appeared in front of everyone in a sorry state.
"After Zhang Xing killed a Venerable, he suddenly ambushed Crown Prince Zhu En. After that, he killed three Venerables in succession. In the end, he died from the self-destruction of one of the Venerables."
"…"
The entire battle was recounted by these people.
Zhang Xing was dead!
Was Zhang Xing really dead?
Half a year had already passed by the time this news spread to all the second and third tier empires. Everyone who heard this news was shocked.
In particular, Zhang Xing's diehard fans couldn't believe this news.
They firmly believed that Zhang Xing wasn't dead. Their idol wouldn't die!
But at the same time, an undercurrent surged in many empires. The voices of the undercurrent were ferocious, and they described the scene of Zhang Xing's death as if it had happened.
At the same time, these voices spoke negatively about Zhang Xing's character.
They said that he was arrogant and despotic, that he was inhumane, and that he was the incarnation of the devil …
Zhang Xing's diehard fans didn't want to be left behind. They found all sorts of positive examples and glorious achievements of Zhang Xing.
"Who in the world can reach the mid-level Monarch Realm at the age of eight?
Which one of you can do it? "
"Who in the mid-level Monarch Realm can kill four early-level Venerables in succession and force one of them to self-destruct and another to flee?
You can't do it! "
"…"
In the imperial palace of the Foth Empire, the current emperor, Zhu Ruidi, had been paying attention to every move of the Wan Wu Kingdom for the past half a year.
"Have you found out anything about Zhang Xing's six dragons?"
"Your Majesty, those six dragons left the Wan Wu City at that time. Our spies followed them for several days, but they all disappeared into different regions of the sea."
"In the past half a year, the Wan Wu Kingdom hasn't found any traces of Zhang Xing, nor have we found any traces of those six dragons."
An official in charge of spies reported again.
"Alright, you may leave. Continue to pay attention to the Wan Wu Kingdom and keep an eye on those who are closely related to Zhang Xing, especially that girl called Na Bao."
Emperor Zhu Ruidi relaxed his brows.
After that official left, Zhu Ruidi walked into a secret room in the study, and his face immediately became sorrowful.
He looked at the portrait of his son on the wall, and two streams of tears flowed down his face.
"My child, you don't have the life to inherit the throne!
"You died young, and you didn't even have the chance to enjoy the riches and glory before you passed away. This is fate!
"But that person called Zhang Xing is already dead. You can die in peace.
"The only thing I can do for you is to treat your birth mother well. She lost you and had no one to rely on. She bathed her face in tears every day, and she aged a lot."
For the past half a year, Emperor Zhu Ruidi went to the secret room every day to talk to his son and reminisce about the past.