398: Chapter 122: Faran’s Seventh Tower, Seven Holy Sorcerers (Part 2)_1 398: Chapter 122: Faran’s Seventh Tower, Seven Holy Sorcerers (Part 2)_1 Xiao San naturally recognized Xiang Luan’s rage.
As the representative of the Silver Dragon City and the Milan Empire, he naturally couldn’t let the same situation happen again.
As Marina, the Saintess of Light, had already stepped through the door, Xiao San flicked his wrist, and a streak of green light appeared beside the Black Phoenix who was ready to step forward.
Simultaneously, Xiang Luan suddenly felt an energy surge from under her feet, making her feel lighter, and was gently transported into the light gate that Marina had opened.
This time, the Milan Empire took the upper hand.
However, what surprised Xiao San was that the Black Phoenix, blocked by him, didn’t fight back or retaliate in any way, but instead turned her cold, calm gaze toward him, her eyes revealing a nearly invisible fluctuation.
“Can I go in now?” The Black Phoenix’s calm voice sounded in Xiao San’s ear.
Her voice was pleasing, a low kind of pleasing, bringing a sense of vicissitude in her, this beautiful young girl.
Green silk drew back subconsciously, and Xiao San gestured for her to proceed.
The Black Phoenix then turned and entered the gate of light, whereas the three others who acpanied her looked astonished as they watched her walk away.
Evidently, they didn’t understand why the Black Phoenix had given way.
Once you enter the gate of light, you feel enveloped in warmth, and then, you find yourself in another place.
The gate of light is the stairway to the summit of the tower.
Again it was a large hall.
Twenty-eight envoys from the Seven Kingdoms, Seven Dragon Cities.
Regardless of who they were, everyone was amazed at the sight before them.
It was a great hall indeed, but it seemed to be enveloped in endless space, with the entire hall bathed in a golden glow filled with a sense of brightness.
The most startling were the bright stars above the hall, twinkling and moving incessantly in their positions.
Under this cover of starlight and brightness, everyone felt their insignificance.
Saintess of Light, Marina, had now stepped aside, her hands in front of her in a position of reverence.
“Ten years have passed, wele, envoys from the Seven Kingdoms, Seven Dragon Cities.” An old, distant voice echoed all around, yet it was as if it had e from the depths of everyone’s hearts.
Seven distorted strands of light emerged from the golden light right in front of them.
The envoys’ faces turned solemn.
They all knew that the real masters of Faran were arriving.
Seven figures appeared before everyone.
Not what everyone had expected, they were not seven old magicians but seven young men.
These young men were all in their magic robes of different colors.
Some of them were handsome, some were tall, while others were skinny, dried up, and extremely ugly.
The seven of them appeared different and emanating peculiar auras, but they had one thing in mon — their youth.
From their appearance, none of the seven seemed to be over twenty years old.
The one standing in the middle was a handsome young man in a pale gold magic robe, a warm smile on his face.
He was not very tall, but was proportionate and was emanating an extremely pure light element.
It seemed as if his whole body was posed of the light element.
Xiao San carefully observed this young man.
His power might not be the strongest among those from the Seven Kingdoms, Seven Dragon Cities, but after reaching the realm of heaven and humanity patible, very few could match his sensitivity to auras.
From this bright young man’s aura, he could feel the fluctuations of another element in addition to the brightness.
Another element that was pletely integrated with the brightness in him.
“I am meeting most of you for the first time.
But from the talented youth of your dragon cities, I can tell which country you e from.
Let me introduce myself.
I am the Light Tower Master, Aubrey.
These six people next to me are Dark Tower Master Sloan, Soul Tower Master MacMillan, Water Tower Master Silas, Fire Tower Master Sanders, Wind Tower Master Devon Casey, and Earth Tower Master Wilkins.
We seven once again represent Faran and wele your arrival.”
It was the same old voice again, but it came from that handsome blond youth.
His voice and appearance created a sharp contrast.
The others, previously doubtful, finally confirmed that the seven young people standing before them were indeed the seven most powerful magicians on the Ryuzakinus Continent.
“Greetings to the seven Tower Masters.” All twenty-eight envoys bowed almost simultaneously.
Although the seven people before them didn’t reveal any strong power, who would dare to be disrespectful in front of these legendary holy mages who had survived for God knows how many years?
As Xiao San bowed along, he quietly glanced at Dark Tower Master Sloan, who was standing next to the Light Tower Master, Aubrey.
This Dark Tower Master, likewise handsome in appearance, seemed too thin, and his face wasn’t the expected cold expression but calm.
His eyes were a strange gray, like a swamp.
Xiao San was entrapped at one glance, and quickly concentrated his spiritual power, lowered his head, and dared not look again.
“There is no need for formalities, everyone.
This is the Starlight Platform in the Tower of Light.
Please sit, and let us discuss this Seven Nations, Seven Dragons Ranking Battle Feast,” spoke the Tower Master, Aubrey, with a kindly smile.
His aged voice sounded somewhat peculiar.
With the words ‘please sit’ spoken, twisted rays of light appeared, and behind each of the twenty-eight representatives from the Seven Kingdoms, Seven Dragon Cities, a chair appeared.
A large round table also appeared between the seven Tower Masters and them, perfectly separating them.
Behind the seven Tower Masters too, chairs appeared, much larger than those provided for the twenty-eight messengers.
Each chair harbored the same magical aura as Faran’s Seventh Tower.
The earlier Saintess of Light, Marina, respectfully walked behind the Tower Master Aubrey and stood quietly.
The representatives from the Seven Kingdoms and the Seven Dragon Cities had no idea where the chairs and tables came from.
But to bee the messengers of their nations and the Dragon Cities in this ranking battle, they all were the elites in their kingdoms and cities.
Anything strange could happen in Faran.
Ye Yinzhu vaguely guessed that the Starlight Platform should be a large magic formation.
But he couldn’t understand how the tables and chairs appeared without any space magic fluctuation.
Once those principals and guests took their seats, the Tower Master Aubrey glanced around, his gaze finally settling on Princess Xiang Luan of the Milan Empire and the Black Phoenix representing the Landias Empire.
“Time truly flies, it’s been ten years.
We do not want to waste your time.
Soon, you will leave my Tower of Light, and the Ranking Battle will begin.
The other six Tower Masters and I have carefully considered, for the fairness of this battle, we decided not to take the previous method of drawing lots.
Instead, it will be a united decisive battle.
One battle will determine victory or defeat.
How long the battle lasts will depend on the strengths of your seven nations and seven dragon cities.
The specific rules of the petition will be announced at the battlefield.
Now, each representative should bring out the stakes they brought for this occasion.”
The stakes naturally were Divine Artifacts.
Every nation, every Dragon City, had to place one Divine Artifact as the stakes for this war.
On the road, Yue Hui had detailed this to Ye Yinzhu.
The Seven Kingdoms, Seven Dragon Cities, together brought fourteen Divine Artifacts as stakes.
Faran would also present one Divine Artifact as a prize.
The nation and Dragon City that ranked first would respectively receive two Divine Artifacts.
The second-ranking nation and Dragon City would also each receive two but had to choose later.
The nation and Dragon City that ranked third would each receive one, and the remaining four nations and dragon cities could only together receive one.
This was precisely a distribution of fourteen Divine Artifacts, and the Divine Artifact Faran put out would be rewarded to the strongest individual who defeated the most enemies in the ranking battle among the representatives of the nation and Dragon City that ranked first.
For great nations like the Milan and Landias Empire, which possessed at least ten Divine Artifacts, winning two more did not make much of a difference.
However, for the other five countries, the Divine Artifacts would play a much more significant role.
Divine Artifacts symbolized honor and national power, which were the most direct benefits of the Seven Kingdoms, Seven Dragon Cities Ranking Battle.
Li Sha walked over to Xiang Luan and exchanged a glance with her.
They both took out the Divine Artifacts they brought.
The other six nations also made almost the same movements.
In an instant, the original shining starlight faded in the face of suddenly surging odd colors.
The large round table was now covered in a dazzling radiance.
Different breaths surged out, some sharp, some heavy, some erratic, and some weird.
However, these breaths were all powerful.
The shock of fourteen Divine Artifacts appearing simultaneously made the blood of each messenger from the Seven Kingdoms and Seven Dragon Cities boil!
What Li Sha took out was a scale.
A milky-white scale that seemed ordinary.
But even when Aubrey, the Tower Master of Light, saw it, a flash of astonishment crossed his deep blue eyes.
What Xiang Luan took out seemed even more ordinary.
It was a flute.
Its verdant body seemed made from emeralds.
Its ordinariness stemmed from the fact that among all the fourteen artifacts, it was the only one that didn’t emit any aura.
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I’m sorry, this is all Xiao San has written.
He had a fever yesterday and didn’t write.
Now he is soon going to start writing.
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