"Ares...is dead?"
Soone couldn’t help but speak up, and at that mont, Ulmanis, seated upon the high platform, suddenly stood, his sharp gaze enveloping Kenneth.
"There’s sothing wrong with his sword."
Another voice echoed, "It should be related to that man." As he spoke, his gaze had already shifted to Roger.
"All of this is within the rules." Ulmanis concluded the matter definitively.
"I..."
Kenneth’s mouth opened wide, then he glanced at Roger, sowhat at a loss.
He loathed everything Ares had said, yet seeing his own father die by his hand, his feelings were a mix of complexity.
"He is not dead." Roger spoke.
And at that mont, Ares’s headless body sprang up, his entire form flowing like liquid, quickly forming a new head.
"What kind of weapon is that? Perfect strategy!!"
Ares was furious.
"I will not be careless again next ti!"
The circles around his body expanded, radiating brilliant silver light, yet at this mont, a solemn voice enveloped the whole scene.
"Stop, it is over."
The speaker was Ulmanis.
"What we want is just a qualification, not to weaken the true combat strength of the Silver Dragon Clan, and the battle just now has already shown many issues."
"It is not over yet!"
Ares abruptly lifted his head, the power in his body exploding, seemingly intending to assault the shadow on the do above.
"What do you want to do?"
"Challenge ?"
Ulmanis’s voice suddenly cald down.
"If it were after you beca a Dragon Envoy, I might consider it sparring between companions, but now, can I assu you are..."
"Courting death!"
There was no oppressive power, but that overwhelming aura pressed down on everything.
"You are the king, you must bear the consequences for your actions."
Seeing that Ares seed to calm down, the majestic figure’s tone slightly softened, yet at this mont, a shadow seated next to him suddenly interrupted.
"I must correct you, he is no longer the king."
"What did you say?!" Ares was furious to the point of almost bursting.
"I know you all are targeting , like many years ago, dismissing all my efforts without reason."
"Now you have no reason, yet you still don’t want to have that identity!" Ares sneered.
"I am not dead yet, and the battle is not over!"
"I will kill him with my own hands!" Saying this, he clenched his fist, ready to attack.
"Stop, Ares."
The dozing elder in the purple robe suddenly spoke.
"You indeed lost, the Dragon Envoy is right, our selection and competition are to strengthen the Silver Dragon Clan, not to let the strong deplete themselves."
"For whatever reason, Kenneth has already proven his qualification and strength; he will grow, and you have opportunities to strive elsewhere."
"Isn’t this worth being happy about?"
"Your son challenged you, as a father you might feel a bit lost, but more importantly, you should be happy."
"Happy?"
Ares seed to have thought of sothing, a cold smile appearing on his face.
"What you said makes sense, but the premise is...he must be my son!"
Ares’s words were astonishing, and as soon as he finished speaking, all the strong figures present were struck dumb.
"What are you saying?!" Freya’s voice ca from not far away.
"Ares, you are doubting , doubting my loyalty!"
A low hum.
At this mont, an invisible light wall rose from the ground, isolating the sound here from the outside of the temple.
"Shut up!"
The old man was suddenly furious, then slowly stood, solemnly saluting the six figures in the void.
"Respected Dragon Envoys, I am sorry, we..."
"Do you think I’ve gone mad?"
Ares sneered.
He admitted that he was indeed careless in the previous battle, and if the fight continued, no matter what ans Kenneth had, he would not have given the opponent any chance.
But it was quite clear that the six figures on the high seats did not want him to win. They did not want him to beco one of the Twelve Dragon Envoys.
On this issue, the attitude of these people was crucial, even affecting so of the veteran strong figures within the race.
As the Dragon King, Ares had significant influence, but the Silver Dragon Clan’s legacy was ancient; even he could only influence, not control.
So in such drastic circumstances, he had to do sothing, or he would lose his throne and never have the chance to achieve his ambitions.
"Why can’t it be said, or is it that soone knows sothing?"
Ares’s cold gaze swept across, but at this ti no one dared to et his eyes.
"Kenneth is outstanding, you can step down now." The old man continued.
"As his father, you should feel proud, Patrick is also excellent; since you can’t beco a king, maybe you can choose to cultivate him to beco the heir to the throne."
"Emil is your brother, I rember you always had a good relationship, now that he is dead, nurturing his son also counts as fulfilling so of his wishes."
"Of course." At this point, the old man’s tone shifted.
"Determining the heir to the throne is the right of the Dragon Saint, I am rely suggesting." His gaze inadvertently swept over Kenneth and several figures in the sky.
"He is not my son."
Ares sneered.
"His father is the one you praise as the great Dragon Saint Emil, my dear brother!!"
"How ridiculous, before the wedding was even held, I had already prematurely beco the so-called father."
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