Arya stroked his beard thoughtfully before finally rising to his feet.“Where are you going?” Ananta Shesa asked, lifting his gaze slightly.“To rescue Prince Sanggabhumi. Didn’t you just tell me not to waste any more time?” Arya replied.“And where exactly are you going? I haven’t even told you where the boy is yet.”Arya looked momentarily foolish. He scratched the back of his head and chuckled awkwardly. “Ah, right… why am I being so stupid?”“You’ve been stupid since birth,” Ananta Shesa muttered in annoyance. “If Wirabhumi hadn’t made mistakes in the past, he would have been far smarter than you.”“Hahaha… luckily my bird isn’t blind and still knows exactly where to spit,” Arya said with a teasing grin before sitting back down cross-legged. “So, you know about King Wirabhumi too?”“How could you not realize that I control everything? I granted you the blessing of the Fire Dragon’s energy, while within Wirabhumi, I placed the Black Dragon King.”“The Black Dragon King?” Arya frown

As masters of the highest martial class, the two old men could instantly sense when their sect was infiltrated by an unfamiliar energy — especially one that clashed with their own.Although Prime Minister Arya had once belonged to the dark sect, he had long since purged the darkness from his body. Yet, when he entered the Fire Demon Sect compound, his energy — unbeknownst to him — struck against a barrier that had been created by the sect’s two grandmasters.The barrier had been established under the orders of an envoy from the Demon King’s son, shortly after Prince Sanggabhumi had been captured and brought into their stronghold.Not far from the heavily guarded chamber protected by six sentries, Arya once again invoked Illusion of the Night. In mere seconds, the six guards fell one by one, silently.Just as he had suspected, inside the room he found Prince Sanggabhumi sitting bound to a chair. The young prince of Erlangga looked relieved when he saw the man who had been his caretaker

A menacing grin spread across Prime Minister Arya’s face as he faced nearly three hundred enemies before him. Not a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.Facing overwhelming numbers was nothing new to him. He had done it countless times before alongside King Wirabhumi, when the two of them roamed the lands, eradicating every dark sect within the territory of the Erlangga Kingdom.“You have a choice,” Arya declared coldly. “Leave this place and abandon the dark sect… or I’ll rip the life out of every single one of you.”“Stay calm, everyone! He’s alone — he can’t possibly take us all!” shouted one of the disciples, trying to encourage his terrified comrades.“Very well, if that’s your choice.”Arya’s grin widened — and in the blink of an eye, his figure vanished.In less than five seconds, more than ten members of the Devil Flame Sect were already lying dead on the ground. Each corpse bore deep, clean slashes across the neck — wounds so precise that not one of them had a chance to scream

“Damn it, how could the Black Dragon King ally himself with a human?”The demon dwelling inside Nitimenggolo’s body was utterly shocked by the appearance of the creature born from the core of the underworld. He had never expected to face the true ruler of the black fire element.The envoy of Prince Kalasekti had to think twice before continuing the fight. Although victory was still possible, the chance was slim. He possessed only the red flame element — and that held no power against the Black Dragon King.In the sky above, the Black Dragon King circled while roaring thunderously, its cry echoing like a storm before lightning struck.Below, Arya — who had just arrived at the ruins of the Devil Flame Sect — looked up. Though he was used to seeing Hydra in its true dragon form, he couldn’t hide his astonishment this time.“So that’s the true master of the black flame element?” he muttered unconsciously.“Yes, my Prince. That is the Black Dragon King — the only dragon that once lived in

Attack PlanThe second-ranked warrior clearly wanted to appear impressive in the eyes of the others. His question was obviously meant to show that he was not a cowardly leader.To the other warriors—those who were of lower rank than Brojonoto—it was clear that the words of the fat warrior were nothing more than flattery, a way to curry favor. After all, Brojonoto still had the strength to fight back, unlike the rest of them who would surely die if they dared to face the killer of Kemuning Sari.Meanwhile, Sastra Wijaya understood well the meaning behind Brojonoto’s question. He knew that the moss-haired warrior had a personality that thirsted for praise. But as the leader of the entire Black Sect, Sastra Wijaya tried to respond to the question as patiently as possible.“What I said earlier was for our own good, Brojonoto. Of course, I don’t want to lose any more members before we launch our grand war. Moreover, the envoy from Prince Kalasekti has brought new information—he instructed