At a certain peak of the royal city...
Baldur stood in the air with a hint of cold arrogance on his face. The white robe he was wearing was fluttering in the wind while the Yellow Dragon Sword beside him gave off a powerful sword intent in an overbearing manner.
Today...
It was a big day for him!
It was ti to stomp Maxwell to death, who had been in the lilight stealing all the attention.
He wanted to prove to the world that Maxwell was just a bumpkin with a bit of luck. In front of him, Maxwell was just a piece of trash and nothing more. Maxwell was soone dood for failure and will never be able to get back up in his life.
Early in the morning.
Baldur had arrived already.
According to his designs, news of his battle with Maxwell had been spread throughout the city.
He wanted to step on Maxwell in front of everyone in the city.
He had to humiliate Maxwell to the point of no redemption.
He had to release all the resentnt that had accumulated inside him over the past few days. He had to send a warning to the world that those who try to snatch his, Baldur’s won will only have one outco – death!
Morning.
The sky was blue and the sun was slowly rising.
There was a large square in the royal city that was filled with people. These spectators had already arrived here last night in order to get a good seat in anticipation of this big battle.
They didn’t know who Maxwell was.
They kind of knew what happened in the northern city but they didn’t know who destroyed the King of Northern City Ray. They didn’t know who had assaulted the Forbidden Grounds single-handedly; they didn’t know who killed one of the top ten Devil Sovereigns Bloodfiend, and they didn’t know who made the ancient huge devil kneel before them and call them King.
The spectators didn’t know any of these things.
They obviously didn’t recognise who Maxwell was but they all know who Baldur was.
Cold Sea Sect’s future Sect Leader.
He was currently the junior sect leader; Baldur Senior’s only son who levelled to the King rank in his twenties. When he was born, he woke up the Yellow Dragon Sword, which had been slumbering for over ten thousand years. What terrified everyone the most was his sword intent had been cultivated to the highest rank – man and sword as one.
There were also rumours that through the Yellow Dragon Divine Sword, he comprehended so type of super sword technique.
Practically everyone in the Capital City knew about this.
Very strong!
In the younger generation, Baldur was ranked in the top ten!
Apart from Sky City’s Peter Wesley and the Purple Soul Temple’s Conglorate Organisation young phoenix Gwendolyn, there weren’t that many people in the younger generation who could be compared to him.
All of this...
Was the capital that allowed Baldur to walk around proudly.
And originally, nothing was going to change. Baldur would only progress in an ideal direction – marry Princess Lasting Peace and gain the royal qi that only the Evans Kingdom royal family possessed. When that was fused with his cultivation, he would quickly propel himself forward and level up to the Ancestor rank.
He will then be the Cold Sea Sect’s youngest and most powerful Sect Leader.
He will also finish in third place in the World’s Gold Ranking List.
This was sothing Baldur planned himself and everything would turn out perfect. But sohow, a Maxwell appeared.
Maxwell’s appearance made his perfect plans all go awry and distorted.
He hated Maxwell.
A bumpkin from the countryside wanted to compete with him?
Was Maxwell even qualified to snatch a woman from him?
And he was trying to snatch a Princess of the Evans Kingdom. This made Baldur very annoyed. Maxwell had been in the lilight these few days with the upper ranks of the city and had completely suppressed Baldur’s reputation, which made him even more annoyed.
However...
The annoyance he had been feeling had disappeared today.
Because...
Today, he was going to use the most humiliating thod to smash Maxwell down with a single sword strike. He was going to make Maxwell kneel before him! Thinking to this point, Baldur started unconsciously laughing like crazy: "Hahaha! A damn dog thing like you will definitely die today! Hahaha..."
Suddenly...
There was a commotion in the crowds.
"Princess Lasting Peace has arrived!"
With their mighty auras, the Palace Guards were opening up a path.
Arianna had changed back to her Princess attire and looked extrely graceful. Her expression showed a majestic look that only the royal family would possess, and her appearance imdiately caused a commotion with the spectators.
"Princess Lasting Peace is so beautiful."
"No wonder Baldur would lower his status to battle an unknown village bumpkin for her."
"This isn’t right! Who is Baldur and what status does he have? He is the Cold Sea Sect’s junior sect leader! His status is not lower than the status of our Evans Kingdom’s Prince. Fighting with an unknown bumpkin in a battle is truly harming his identity. But since he’s fighting for his beloved woman, hurting his prestige is still an act that others would admire."
"It would be great if I could marry a man like Baldur. Look at him standing in the air with his Yellow Dragon Sword moving to his will; he basically looks like an immortal! He’s so handso that it’s a complete ss!"
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When Arianna appeared, her expression was cold with a trace of sadness in her frown. One could also tell there was a look of worry on her face.
Adam went forth to et them and asked with a frown: "He still hasn’t woken up?"
Arianna shook her head and didn’t say anything.
Adam’s expression turned grim and he asked: "Uncle John, what happened in the Forbidden Grounds? It’s almost three days now and he still hasn’t woken up."
John exhaled heavily and said: "I don’t really know what happened but I do know the pain he has experienced is beyond our imagination. If it were in his shoes, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold on at all."
John wasn’t exaggerating.
He really didn’t know what happened inside Maxwell’s body.
The only thing he knew was that the pain Maxwell had suffered was beyond what words could describe. This type of pain was sothing John would never in his life encounter or tolerate.
A tear slowly slid down Arianna’s face as she said: "Elder brother, I really don’t want to marry Baldur. I really don’t want to marry him."
After saying that...
Tears started flowing down.
She was crying her eyes out.
Filled with pain.
Adam’s heart ached from looking at her and he said: "I will go plead with father."
Arianna shook her head and said: "It’s useless; father won’t even see . You’re going to plead with him will be the sa. Since this matter was proposed by , then the responsibility should be shouldered by ."
It was Arianna who proposed the battle in ten days.
It was she who said that if Baldur wins, she will be engaged to him.
Everything was said by her.
As a Princess, she had to be responsible for the words she had spoken.
Adam frowned as he couldn’t think of any solutions.
At this ti...
Baldur’s voice that contained a trace of smugness said: "Your Highness, how co that bumpkin hasn’t shown up? Don’t tell he’s afraid of and doesn’t dare to co? Or has he hidden himself sowhere like a turtle?"
"Wasn’t he really arrogant back then?"
"Why does he not show himself now?"
Baldur’s voice was loud and clear.
The surrounding crowd imdiately erupted into discussions.
"That village bumpkin kid is definitely afraid to show up."
"Apart from Peter Wesley and Gwendolyn of the younger generation, who would dare to be Baldur’s opponent?"
"That’s right! That kid is definitely scared."
Arianna’s heart turned grim and she wanted to curse out, but was held back by Adam. Adam then said with a smile: "Baldur, it’s still early now so there’s no need to be in such a rush."
"Early?"
"It’s not early anymore. Didn’t Ninth Highness arrive here very early already? A village bumpkin like him not appearing is considered a great disrespect to your highness" said Baldur as he pretended to have the moral high ground.
Baldur’s expression faintly turned serious.
Arianna couldn’t endure anymore and directly scolded: "Don’t act so smug you despicable villain! Bumpkin this, bumpkin that, what gives you the right to call him a bumpkin? What kind of crap do you think you are? With your high and mighty look, do you really think you’re all that? In reality, you’re the real bumpkin here, humph!"
Imdiately after...
Arianna said softly: "Even if I have to die, I refuse to be engaged to you."
She was already prepared to die!
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