"Who do you think you are talking to?"
Amid the arrogant words, 'Kieran' walked over to the servant.
When the servant beside the king saw 'Kieran' smile that was like a demonic god looking down on the mortals, he reached out to grab the king.
He didn't know why 'Kieran' would make such a decision.
But he knew what he should do at that moment.
The servant was quite confident in his own strength. As one of the few 'Yuaner' in Ghastly Woods Sect, he had his own pride.
Not just in terms of curses, but also in terms of close combat.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have snuck into Warren Palace.
Although he was facing the White Wolf of Wolf Sect, 'Yuaner' believed he could grab the trump card before 'Kieran' could touch him.
But …
Just as the servant's fingers were about to touch King James VIII, his body froze.
A hand grabbed his wrist without him knowing.
Instinctively, 'Yuaner' of Ghastly Woods Sect turned to the hand.
He saw a furious face.
Or …
'Kieran'!
"How is this possible?!"
'Yuaner', who had no idea what happened, opened his mouth wide.
He wanted to say something but was smashed to the ground by a flurry of punches from Wrath. Within a breath's time, he was smashed into a pile of mud.
Wrath, on the other hand, was still angry.
He continued swinging his fists, smashing the floor of the meeting hall until it cracked.
He looked at the arrogant 'Kieran'.
He looked at 'Wrath' Kieran.
Duke Eldar widened his eyes uncontrollably.
"D-Dragon Sect?"
Eldar muttered softly.
Pride didn't even care about the mutters, grabbing Eldar by the collar and throwing him out of the meeting hall. Mary followed him out.
Compared to Eldar's straightforwardness, Mary was gently thrown out by Pride.
Gak Tss!
Bang!
After both of them left, the meeting hall's door was slammed shut again.
Mary landed on the ground firmly. Eldar, whose body was in pain, looked at the slammed door, his face changing rapidly.
Because …
King James VIII did not come out!
The young princess looked at the old count.
"I won't!"
"Impossible!"
The elderly duke shook his head at the young princess as if he had guessed something.
The young princess did not say anything. She just frowned.
In the conference hall, King James VIII, who was sitting in his chair, looked at the pile of minced meat before him with a calm expression.
Then, he forced himself to straighten his body and looked at Pride in front of him.
"You found it?"
King James VIII took a deep breath and asked.
Pride didn't even care about the king but the mockery on his face obviously caused the king to misunderstand.
"Fate is really unfair!"
"It always likes those who don't know what it's talking about!"
"But to diligent people …"
"Turn a blind eye!"
When the last word was uttered, King James VIII disappeared from the chair. When he reappeared, he was already standing behind Wrath and punching out.
Whoosh!
A sharp air-breaking noise later, Wrath's chest was perforated and vanished into thin air.
King James VIII looked down at his fist, loosened it and clenched it again, as if he was reminiscing the feeling of the punch.
"Just like the legends, he is no different from a real person."
The king muttered to himself.
Then, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Pride.
"Hand over the Dragon Sect ultimate!"
The king said in a heavy tone.
"Hmph."
Pride chuckled.
Greed appeared behind the man like a wild beast, pouncing on him.
Sou!
The sharp air-breaking noise sounded again.
The king didn't even turn around, his arm leaving a series of afterimages in the air. Greed, who was throwing himself at him, was sliced in half, disappearing into nothingness.
"Why is it him?
Why is it him again? "
Amid the sharp, distorted voice, Envy appeared like a madman.
It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, looking ferocious.
However, it didn't change the ending when it was shattered the moment it appeared.
Lust suffered the same fate.
The moment it appeared, it was killed with a single punch.
"Every single one of them is an individual.
Every single one of them can master different secret techniques.
The legends are actually … "
"Really?!"
After killing Wrath, Greed, Envy, and Lust one after another, King James VIII didn't show any signs of impatience.
Quite the opposite, the king showed joy on his face.
His face, which originally had a little bit of blood in it, was now completely red at this moment.
Excitement!
It made the king's blood flow faster.
It made the king's body tremble.
However, it didn't make the king lower his guard. Facing the black flame, the king dished out another punch, as if he was cutting a cake. A sharp air-breaking noise later, the black flame was sliced in half. Then …
The fist and the sword clashed.
Chang!
Amidst the thunderous sound, a faintly discernible ripple appeared at the point where the fist and sword collided. It spread out in all directions at an unimaginable speed.
A whirlwind appeared in the meeting hall.
The carpet, chairs, everything was sucked into the whirlwind, turning into dust in an instant.
Even the sturdy floor and the pillars couldn't escape the fate of being crushed as well.
Dust and debris flew everywhere, producing a series of whooshing noises as if arrows were being fired.
Following the ripple, Pride's body was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall of the meeting hall before stopping.
Bang!
Amidst the heavy thud, Pride, who had sunk into the wall, kicked the wall and dashed towards King James VIII again.
The black greatsword in his hand was raised up high and swung down.
Wung!
King James VIII couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the black greatsword swinging down.
"When you inherited the Wolf Sect, didn't your teacher tell you that the power of a wolf isn't to charge around recklessly?"
As he spoke, 'King James VIII' raised his hand and punched again.
Pride was sent flying again.
Once again, he was stuck in the hole in the wall.
The pit became a little deeper.
Pride struggled again and dashed towards the king.
"It's useless.
"You should know very well."
You and I have a gap that can't be ignored, it's … "
Before 'King James VIII' could finish, he stopped abruptly.
Pride used his own chest to smash the king's fist.
Such an action was inconceivable for the king.
In the king's eyes, Pride was Kieran himself.
If the clone disappeared, he would be gone.
But if the clone died, he would be dead for real.
And the secret of Dragon Sect!
With that thought in mind, 'King James VIII' twisted his fist and once again aimed at the black greatsword in Pride's hand.
But …
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