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Chapter 253 - 254: The Six Dukes of Dragon Country - Duke Jiang

Chapter 253: Chapter 254: The Six Dukes of Dragon Country - Duke Jiang

Boom!

The whole scene was shocked!

Before he even arrived, an extremely terrifying aura suddenly descended upon the Martial Arts Division.

"What a terrifying aura!"

"I, I can’t breathe!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw a middle-aged man taking powerful strides forward.

The middle-aged man, dressed in a purple four-clawed python robe, had natural double pupils, distinct facial features, and an imposing aura. Every movement he made carried the presence of a superior, exerting an overwhelming pressure.

"Martial King!"

"Kneel before the Martial King!"

Led by He Shan, all the elders of the Martial Arts Division promptly knelt down, their foreheads sweating coldly.

At that moment, even former subordinates of the North King like Li Hu and Jin Gang felt their knees weaken, fighting the urge to kneel!

But remembering their rebellion, they gritted their teeth, their bodies trembling as they resisted.

The aura of the Martial King was not something ordinary people could withstand!

Ye Wudao’s gaze fixed on this purple-robed middle-aged man, his expression solemn.

This guy!

Surpassed him at his peak and not just by a little!

This was a true powerhouse, standing at the apex!

Definitely the strongest being he had encountered in his life!

"Who just said they were against me?" the Martial King asked indifferently, his casual tone carrying a terrifying aura.

Li Hu, Jin Gang, and others began sweating profusely, no longer able to withstand the overwhelming aura, and finally knelt down.

"Martial King, let one man be responsible for his own actions; we are willing to die!" Li Hu and the others said.

"You mere ants are not worthy to die by my hand!" the Martial King completely disregarded the suicidal requests of Li Hu and the others.

Li Hu and the others smiled bitterly, not because they were weak, but because the Martial King was too strong!

So strong that he disdained to kill them!

The Martial King stood with his hands behind his back, his domineering eyes looking at Ye Wudao as if to penetrate all his secrets.

Ye Wudao remained calm and met his gaze!

In an instant, sparks flew, and invisible gunpowder exploded in the air!

"North King’s bastard, no wonder you dared to come, you were once a half-step king-caliber martial artist!" the Martial King said, shocking everyone!

Boom!

Everyone’s mouths fell open.

"What, Ye Wudao was actually a half-step king realm powerhouse?"

"No, is that even possible?"

"He, he is only in his twenties, isn’t he? At his age, I was proud just to join the Martial Arts Division!" He Shan and the others from the Martial Arts Division were all shocked.

"Indeed!" Ye Wudao boldly admitted, needing no concealment in front of top powerhouses.

"Kill yourself!" the Martial King spoke, as if delivering a royal judgement.

"Always telling people to die, why don’t you go die?" the Eccentric Doctor retorted annoyedly.

The Martial King looked at the Eccentric Doctor, his gaze as sharp as a knife; "Eccentric Doctor, are you backing up this son of the North King?"

"I count as this child’s elder. His father is dead and no one cares for him, so I will!" the Eccentric Doctor replied.

Listening to the Eccentric Doctor’s words, Ye Wudao felt a warm surge of emotion in his heart.

"You are no match for this king, you may leave!" the Martial King said lightly.

"Just hand over the Beiwang Blade, and I will not say another word and take my leave immediately!" the Eccentric Doctor quickly said.

"Hehe, so it’s the Beiwang Blade you want. Very well!" the Martial King laughed.

"Thank you, Martial King. In the future, I’ll give you a fifty percent discount on my medical services!" the Eccentric Doctor said excitedly.

"Hehe, take the Beiwang Blade, leave the bastard of North King, one or the other!" the Martial King said playfully.

The Eccentric Doctor’s expression changed; "What if I choose both?"

"Hehe, then are you ready to face my wrath?" the Martial King asked slowly, the oppressive feeling intense.

"Martial King, kill the Eccentric Doctor and elevate our Martial Arts Division’s might!"

"Martial King, kill the Ghost Doctor and display the divine might of our Martial Division!" He Shan, General Wang, and others clamored.

The Ghost Doctor’s expression remained unchanged, but he was extremely anxious inside!

"Old Ghost, you’re all sweaty..." Ye Wudao reminded.

"Cough, cough, maybe it’s just too hot!" Ghost Doctor said verbally, while cursing incessantly in his heart;

"Damn, you old fart, after drinking my tea, you better not just walk away and leave me to face the Martial King alone, I’ll curse your ancestors!"

"I give you one last choice, leave the Martial Division, or die!" the Martial King spoke dominantly, with an undeniable tone.

"Damn! You dare to threaten me? I was badass well before you, Martial King, were of any importance. Do you think I’m scared of you?" Ghost Doctor cursed loudly.

"Your answer, I am very displeased with!" the Martial King said as he grabbed the Martial King’s Blade at his waist, and instantly, a terrifying killing aura skyrocketed.

Boom!

A lightning bolt suddenly streaked across the sky, and the rolling dark clouds seemed to be ablaze, a magnificent spectacle!

Just then, a domineering voice came; "Martial King, stop!"

The Martial King turned his head and saw an old man who looked like a peasant, wearing a straw hat, appearing completely unremarkable.

The old farmer slowly took off his straw hat, revealing a domineering face with deep, aged eyes that were terrifying like thunder and fire.

"Who’s this rustic old man daring to order the Martial King around?"

"Old fool, are you tired of living?" Several elders of the Martial Division mocked.

Before they finished speaking!

These few elders from the Martial Division had a faint cut on their necks and instantly collapsed dead.

"A bunch of rats daring to insult Lord Jiang?" the Martial King sheathed his blade, his eyes cold as he looked at the few bodies on the ground, then bowed with clasped hands toward the old farmer; "Lord Jiang, your presence here graces us. This king has failed to greet you from afar, please forgive me!"

Hiss!!

Everyone in the venue gasped!

He Shan, General Wang, all the strong warriors of the Martial Division stared at this old farmer, as if struck by lightning from a clear sky!

"Holy shit, it’s that legendary great Buddha!"

"That’s, that’s too terrifying!"

Lord Jiang’s drooping eyes scanned the crowd, exuding profound majesty.

Everyone kneeled down; "Kneeling before Lord Jiang!"

"Kneeling before Lord Jiang!"

Ye Wudao’s eyes shifted toward this Lord Jiang, his pupils contracted, and his heart was overtaken by a tidal wave!

So strong!

This old man was unfathomable, his presence vast like the ocean, completely beyond his understanding!

Sensing someone watching him, Lord Jiang turned his gaze toward Ye Wudao.

Hiss!

Ye Wudao immediately broke out in a cold sweat!

His own secrets seemed to be thoroughly seen through by the old man’s aged eyes!

Not until Lord Jiang’s gaze shifted away from Ye Wudao did Ye Wudao pull together his shock, his expression solemn as he asked; "Old Ghost, who is this Lord Jiang?"

"Him, he’s a big deal! He was the first founder of the Martial Division, now he serves as one of the Six Dukes of Dragon Country, his influence vast throughout the country, shaping the landscape!"

Hiss!

Ye Wudao gasped!

The first founder of the Martial Division!

One of the Six Dukes of Dragon Country!

His background is enormous!

The Ghost Doctor said, his eyes derisively shifting to the Martial King; "Hehe, you see, the previously arrogant Martial King can’t puff up anymore, can he?"

"Bring a seat for Lord Jiang!" the Martial King spoke.

"No need!" Lord Jiang waved his hand in refusal.

The Martial King respectfully asked; "May I know the reason for Lord Jiang’s presence in the Martial Division?"

"I was just passing by, wanted to see the child of an old friend!" Lord Jiang spoke lightly.

"Who?" the Martial King asked.

"The son of the Beiwang, Ye Wudao!" Lord Jiang said, his aged gaze slowly resting on Ye Wudao.