If Xayne swung his sword, the Quillian Sword would slice through thousands of miles, reaching Eukrania in an instant. Amplified by the formation, the sword’s aura would retain its lethal potency, as if swung from point-blank range. Half of Eukrania would be obliterated in a single strike.However, such an action would also draw the attention of beings far stronger than a Radiant Commander. It would not only breach international norms but also violate an unspoken rule—that Radiant Commanders must never interfere in mortal affairs."Brat! Do you... do you realize what you're doing? If you go through with this, you’ll become the enemy of the entire world!" Andrea's face turned pale, the weight of his words heavy."The enemy of the world? Hahaha!" Xayne laughed bitterly, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "You slaughter my people, and it's justified. It’s acceptable. But if I wipe out the scum of Eukrania, I become the enemy of the world?" His voice thundered with fury. "Fine! If

Sefton knew it was Xayne standing before him. The moment their eyes met, Sefton's tears welled up. He had already accepted his fate—he knew he was going to die. What pained him most was not his own suffering but the fact that he had failed. He had failed to retrieve the Quillian Sword. From the moment he stepped aboard this cursed ship, he never imagined he'd live to see the sky again. No matter the torture he endured, he had never uttered a word.Now, Xayne stepped forward, standing before the bloodied Sefton. "Who did this?" His voice was like ice.Omar’s face turned deathly pale. Terrified, he glanced at Andrea for help. Andrea took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Mr. Xayne, we are willing to hand over the Conqueror's Sword and even kneel before Drakonia's Emperor in apology! Please—" he tried to negotiate, knowing Sefton was still alive."Did I ask you?" Xayne ignored him completely, his gaze fixed on Sefton.Sefton took a deep breath, his hands shaking as he slowly raised

"Today, the Quillian Sword returns to its rightful place. With it, our nation's glory rises!" A streak of silver light burst from the blade, illuminating the land in an instant. On both sides of the grand hall, soldiers gripping steel rifles snapped to attention in perfect unison before dropping to one knee before the Emperor. Countless citizens followed suit, kneeling as they chanted in unison, "Long live the nation's strength!" The thunderous salute of a hundred ceremonial cannons finally faded, and only then did Xayne rise to his feet. He turned toward the Emperor and spoke, "Emperor, over a hundred years ago, the Keil family stole this very sword. Today, they've come to kneel and beg for forgiveness."With that, Xayne stepped aside, raising a hand to point at Andrea and his group. All eyes followed his gesture as Andrea and the Keil family entourage trudged forward, heads bowed, shoulders slumped under the weight of shame. The Emperor's sharp gaze locked onto them, his eyes

Xayne had to ensure that no one could trace his true identity. Otherwise, his mission in Eukrania would become far more complicated."Mr. Xayne, it's mainly due to the immigration records. You left the country with Mr. Yves, and both of you exited at the same time. That means 'Xonor' must be you," Jean explained seriously.Upon hearing this, Xayne immediately sent a message to Yves, instructing him to erase both their immigration records. Only then did he pat Jean’s shoulder. "Good work."Jean beamed. "Mr. Xayne, please, let me take you home—to Xavier Manor.""Xavier Manor?" Xayne raised an eyebrow in curiosity. He frowned, confused. He had only been gone for a few days.Noticing his confusion, Jean quickly explained, "Mr. Xayne, the location is the same. We just made some renovations. It was Esmond's idea—I merely followed through. And we gave it a new name. After all, Madam Serena is now the First Lady of the nation. Calling it a manor seemed more fitting."Xayne nodded in unders

Upon hearing this, Robby's face stiffened. He forced a smile and said, "Mr. Xayne, I'm afraid I don't have that kind of influence. The Cantor family is the most powerful clan in the northern province of Fran, ranking sixth among all the great families in Eukrania. I'm just a small businessman—it's not easy for someone like me to get an audience with them. But I'll do my best to find a way!" He invited Xayne and Yidel into his car as he spoke.While the Cantor family was not well-known in Drakonia or Newcroa, in Eukrania, they were a household name. For generations, they had held the noble title of Duke in Fran. Their status was already prestigious, but in the last decade, their influence had skyrocketed. Unlike Drakonia, where nobility was tied to lineage, in Fran, a family's status was directly linked to kickboxing prowess. In recent years, the Cantor family's younger generation had produced not one, but four Divine Commanders. One of them had even reached the Quad-Divine Commander