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Chapter 1255: Chapter 1255: Unashamed and Impudent
Indeed!
Afraid of what, that’s what comes!
What the North Sea King feared most finally happened.
The West Sea divine figures, utterly disregarding the face of both sides, brazenly made such a high-profile move, allowing the Arhat of Homicide to appear in everyone’s view.
The reason was nothing else.
The West Sea wanted to use this opportunity to intimidate those from sects and the underworld.
"Arhat of Homicide!" Everton Davenport stood up, striding over: "Today is the royal ceremony for my future son-in-law to be enthroned!"
"I am aware," the Arhat of Homicide said with a smile and a nod: "I am here, precisely to bring salvation to the North Sea Prince and guide him to ultimate bliss."
"The one standing above is the North Sea King of the South!"
Everton Davenport pointed at Julius Reed: "If you kill him, where will the North Sea’s dignity lie?"
Had he not agreed to the enthronement and appointment earlier, under such aggressive coercion from the West Sea, he might have compromised.
To trade the life of a young man for peace between the West Sea and the North Sea.
But now!
The West Sea is embarrassing the North Sea in front of everyone!
Everton Davenport was furious!
"Benefactor, fame and fortune are but passing clouds. What use is saving face or not? Better to be like the ancient Buddha, finding joy in liberating others," said the Arhat of Homicide, who had been smiling ever since his arrival in the North Sea.
"You make it sound so simple!" Everton Davenport huffed coldly: "Today, you cannot kill him!"
If word got out that the newly enthroned King of the South and Prince of the North Sea was killed during the North Sea’s royal ceremony, where would their face go?
Talk of restoration?
If they couldn’t even protect a prince and his son-in-law, who would believe them?
"Arhat!"
Just then.
The masked woman from Bead Pulse suddenly spoke up.
"Is that... Mistress Bead?" the Arhat of Homicide looked up, examining the flags behind the woman.
The Seven Veins, he knew well.
Especially in recent years, Bead Pulse had been exceedingly active, already firmly suppressing the other six veins.
Even the words of Pendleton could be ignored.
"The North Sea’s grand celebration, isn’t it somewhat inappropriate for you to do this?" The woman chuckled lightly: "How about we discuss this after the ceremony is over?"
"Sorry, but if the divine figures decree he must die during the third watch, he won’t live to see the fifth watch before dawn," the Arhat of Homicide gave no face to the woman, instead turned around, surveying the platform for naming generals.
In fact, as soon as the woman started to speak, Julius Reed had noticed.
Is that Isabella Warm?
He did not know.
The woman’s face was always covered, and although her voice was similar to Isabella Warm’s...
But with the existence of Night Fairy, Julius Reed felt that voices could not be trusted.
Isabella Warm.
After pursuing her for an entire year, Julius Reed finally had the chance to see his maid.
For some reason, the moment the woman spoke, he felt a stir in his heart.
"Arhat, I’ve heard great things about the cultivation techniques of the West Sea divine figures. Today, let us witness them, shall we?"
The masked woman spoke.
She was twenty meters away from the Arhat of Homicide.
Behind her stood Devlin and Granny Xihua.
"I’m in a hurry," the Arhat of Homicide said with a slight smile, turning to walk toward the platform for naming generals.
"Thunderpeak Hall, Granny Xihua! Please enlighten me!"
He had just taken three steps when Granny Xihua soared into the air!
Clang!
The Arhat of Homicide swiftly turned, catching Granny Xihua’s golden staff in one hand with ease.
"It seems offensive."
He smiled faintly, his right hand bursting with power in an instant!
Granny Xihua, as if hit by a bomb, was blown away backward, staggering several steps before barely stabilizing her figure.
Swoosh!
Before the Arhat of Homicide could turn around again, an arrow shot out swiftly!
Solaris Grove!
Drawing the bow, taking an arrow!
Three arrows in swift succession!
Snap!
The Arhat of Homicide’s right hand grabbed at the air!
Three arrows, all caught in hand.
"Decent archery skills, but they’re weak and limp as a woman’s."
Crack!
With a single hand, he snapped the three steel-crafted arrow feathers in an instant.
Afterward.
Arhat of Homicide continued turning around, walking step by step toward the proclaiming stage.
"Whoever can stop Arhat of Homicide, this prince will fulfill one of their conditions!" Everton Davenport squinted his eyes, weighing the pros and cons.
Without a doubt, The North Sea cannot afford to clash with the West Sea right now.
The best method was to utilize the power of other sects to mediate.
If someone could stop the Arhat of Homicide, great; if not, he would send people to take the son-in-law of The North Sea away, and then he would personally go to the West Sea to explain.
In any case, conflict with the West Sea must be avoided.
The restoration of the nation was imminent; The North Sea could no longer afford internal strife.
"Okello Yarrow, please enlighten me!"
A sword from Okello Yarrow cut through the air!
Heading straight for Arhat of Homicide.
Smack!
Arhat of Homicide didn’t even look back, grabbing Okello Yarrow’s sword with one hand behind his back and snapped it with a fierce twist!
Crack!
The sword broke.
The powerful vibration numbed Okello Yarrow’s hands.
"So powerful?"
He was dumbfounded.
Before Okello Yarrow could react, a surge of energy suddenly burst forth from Arhat of Homicide!
Boom!
That energy directly knocked Okello Yarrow flying.
A hush fell over the crowd.
No one dared to make a move.
Those present even felt a hint of excitement.
They had only heard tales of the formidable West Sea, not knowing the full extent of its might.
Today, with Arhat of Homicide’s initial move, it was likely that by afternoon, the entire sect world would be rediscussing the divine Buddhas of the West Sea.
Too strong!
Not on the same level at all!
Everton Davenport clenched his fists, continuously weighing his options in his heart.
If he forced a move, he might be able to organize against Arhat of Homicide.
But if the divine Buddha of the West Sea were angered and went to war with The North Sea, wouldn’t that be playing into the hands of others?
The North Sea’s ambition lies with the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance; they did not wish to compete with the West Sea at this time.
"Compromise?"
Everton Davenport returned to his throne, his face conflicted.
If sacrificing an ordinary person could preserve the overall plan, then that would be the only way.
"I’m sorry, the man of your dreams I chose for you might die." He chuckled in self-mockery, turning his back to avoid looking.
Having experienced the pain of a nation’s fall, Everton Davenport had long been indifferent.
The so-called king of a fallen nation had already stripped him of any semblance of dignity.
"A small lack of tolerance can upset a great plan; my father’s actions are not wrong." Baylor Davenport stepped forward, shouting up at the proclaiming stage: "This is a trial! A trial that I arranged behind my father’s back; the man who wants to become mine must be unparalleled in this world! If he can’t even pass this one challenge, then he does not deserve to be my prince consort or the King of the South of The North Sea!"
Upon saying this, the crowd burst into an uproar.
Everton Davenport’s eyes lit up, finding a way to gracefully exit the situation.
"West Tower, I did not know this was a test Baylor Davenport prepared for you! Baylor Davenport has been indulged since childhood, and has done such foolish acts!" He sighed heavily, speaking earnestly: "To become King of the South of The North Sea, you surely must be able to fight Arhat of Homicide to a draw. The same goes for all the guests here; everyone has heard of your feat in slaying Mad Dragon, yet we’ve never seen your move."
"If you can defeat Arhat of Homicide, then I will marry you today!" Baylor Davenport walked to the war drum and struck it herself: "If you die, I will personally support your coffin!"
Thump!
After speaking, she hit the war drum hard.
Julius Reed laughed wildly in his heart.
He had never seen such shameless arrogance.
"Interesting." Arhat of Homicide chuckled softly, also not caring.
He came for one purpose.
To deliver the young man before him to paradise.
As for anything else, it did not concern him.
Leap!
Arhat of Homicide leaped onto the proclaiming stage.
He bowed slightly: "Mistress, I will send you to the ultimate bliss in the West."
"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you," Julius Reed’s lips curled slightly upward: "I will send you to hell."
