"Damn it... what rotten luck."
Zeon cursed inwardly.
"It just had to be this old bastard today. And Brother Asher happens to be away..."
Suddenly—
"Wrong...!"
Zeon’s pupils shrank sharply.
Brother Asher hadn’t left for no reason.
Sothing had happened at the Blood Tavern. Asher had rushed back to support it, and this Holy Lord appeared at the exact sa ti, striking when their strongest pillar was absent.
At that instant, Zeon understood.
This wasn’t a coincidence.
This was very likely a multi-party conspiracy targeting the Blood Tavern.
And the root of it all—
Was the artifact.
A man without guilt, yet punished for possessing jade.
"Haha..." Zeon sneered coldly.
"I’m afraid what’s happening to my Blood Tavern right now also has sothing to do with your Holy Land of Endless Mountains."
The blood in his body began to boil.
A secret technique activated.
His aura rose steadily, layer by layer.
Facing an Upper Supre, he dared not hold anything back.
He directly activated his bloodline secret technique, and at the sa ti began burning blood essence.
Only then would he have the qualifications to fight!
"You can eat whatever you want," Atlas Ashmount replied calmly, "but don’t talk nonsense."
"The Blood Tavern monopolized several artifacts. Being noticed by major forces is only natural."
"I was rely... lucky enough to find you first."
"Say whatever you want," Zeon replied coldly.
"The artifact isn’t even on ."
"I’ll capture you first," Atlas said with a faint smile, "then I’ll capture Ethan below. Won’t everything fall into my hands then?"
"Haha!" Zeon laughed loudly.
"If you want to catch , it won’t be that easy!"
The mont his words fell—
Boom!
Zeon burned his blood essence without hesitation.
His montum surged violently, soaring again.
Golden airwaves burst out from his body in concentric circles, and within them, a faint dragon roar echoed.
Atlas Ashmount nodded slightly.
"Not bad. This montum can barely compare to an Interdiate Supre."
He then looked at Zeon with interest.
"You said you’re from the Verdant Lantern Empire. Which family?"
"I’ll scare you to death if I say it!"
"Scare to death?" Atlas laughed disdainfully.
"How ridiculous."
Zeon stopped pretending.
"Haha. I am the Ninth Prince of the Verdant Lantern Empire. If you dare touch today, you will bear the consequences!"
The mont those words were spoken—
Atlas Ashmount froze briefly.
Then he burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha!"
"You think I’m a three-year-old child?"
"The prince of the Verdant Lantern Empire would join the Blood Tavern?"
"And such a noble prince... could be as bad as you?"
Atlas shook his head, utterly unconvinced.
The Verdant Lantern Empire was a true behemoth.
Its royal bloodline had never been severed.
The current emperor was an Emperor-realm powerhouse who had opened the imperial path.
How could the son of such an existence wander outside without protection?
Pure nonsense.
"Outrageous!"
Zeon nearly fainted from anger.
A dignified prince—
Called bad.
What humiliation!
"You’re really stubborn," Atlas said lightly.
"Enough nonsense. I’ll cut out your tongue first. Consider it a warning."
He stepped forward.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Zeon, as if teleporting.
Zeon instantly mobilized all his strength and retreated violently, forcibly dragging his body against the crushing pressure.
"Haha. You’re capable—but still far from enough."
Atlas shook his head, stretched out his palm, and clenched it.
Rumble—!
Golden thunder descended from the sky, forming a lightning cage that sealed Zeon inside.
Zeon’s face changed drastically.
"No... the gap is still too big!"
"There’s no way to break free!"
He attacked frantically, smashing fist after fist into the lightning cage.
The cage trembled—
But did not break.
"Stop wasting your effort," Atlas said calmly.
"The realm gap between us is too great."
"You can fight above your level, yes—but only against those who’ve just stepped into the Interdiate Supre Realm."
He stepped into the cage himself.
Thunder condensed instantly into chains, locking Zeon’s hands and feet.
Then—
A dagger appeared in Atlas Ashmount’s hand.
"Don’t be nervous," he said mildly.
"A little pain is normal."
He pinched Zeon’s chin and raised the dagger.
At that mont—
Zeon’s expression suddenly changed.
Then—
He laughed.
Not a sneer.
Not forced bravado.
But genuine excitent.
Atlas frowned.
"Why are you laughing?"
"You’re about to be finished," Zeon replied calmly.
Then he turned his head and shouted loudly toward the distance:
"Sister—save !"
Before the echo of his voice faded—
Crack!
Atlas Ashmount’s Golden Thunder World trembled violently.
Cracks spread across it like spider webs.
"What terrifying power!"
Atlas’ expression instantly turned grave.
Without hesitation, he directly disintegrated his world of intent.
At the sa ti—
A crack appeared in the space above Heavenly Lake.
It expanded rapidly.
The attack just now had co from within that space.
As the Golden Thunder World collapsed, the pressure on Zeon vanished instantly.
He hurriedly retreated, putting as much distance as possible between himself and Atlas.
Then he looked up—
Eyes shining with excitent.
Golden light burst forth from the crack.
First—
A pair of slender, jade-smooth white legs appeared.
Graceful jade feet, clad in purple crystal shoes, stepped out gently.
Step by step.
Then—
A woman fully erged from the spatial rift.
Her long hair flowed like a waterfall.
Her brows were delicate like painted mountains.
Her golden pupils shone like stars.
She wore a red dress embroidered with golden clouds and phoenix patterns.
Flawless features.
Stunning beauty.
An aura of innate nobility.
The mont she appeared—
The world itself seed to dim.
No painting could capture her elegance.
No flower could compare to her beauty.
She was the embodint of overwhelming splendor, capable of toppling nations.
Slowly, she spoke.
Her voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority.
"Who dares to touch the Prince of the Verdant Lantern Empire?"
Her gaze shifted slightly, landing on Atlas Ashmount.
Just one look—
And his scalp went numb.
Atlas’ expression turned extrely solemn.
He stared at the woman, fear flashing in his eyes.
Her aura was unfathomable.
It was very possible—
She had reached the Higher Ultimate Supre Realm.
Moreover, she was clearly cultivating a secret technique that concealed her aura, making it impossible for Atlas to detect it accurately.
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