The fifty silver execution halberds hummed with a violent, white-hot energy that cut the air. The scary noise was so loud it could be heard across the entire palace, the blades fully capable of slicing through thick tank armor with just one single swing.The fifty imperial executioners lunged forward simultaneously from all sides of the grand ballroom, their heavy boots breaking the stone. Their long silver blades formed a massive, tight cage of cutting white light around Lucas’s exact position, aiming straight for his throat.Princess Lyra let out a sharp, breathless cry of pure tactical panic as she watched the bright light close in on his chest. "Lucas! Watch out! Their weapons are carrying a tier-thirteen execution power!" she shrieked frantically, her fingers clenching her gown."The driver is dead! Cut his small head into two flat pieces right now!" Sterling Blair shrieked through her black veil from the top staircase. Her hands shook violently with a sudden, unyielding high-soc

The millions of sharp metal pieces from the dark iron claymore flew back like a big storm, hitting the old man with a very loud crash. Prime Minister Murong let out a blood-curdling shriek of pure medical and spiritual agony as the high-velocity shrapnel pepper-sprayed straight into his wrinkled face and chest armor cavity.His long purple robes were ripped into tiny rags within a single fraction of a human heartbeat, thick fountains of red blood spraying out from a hundred deep wounds. His high-tier Tier-Fifteen Sage energy violently fractured, his previous elite arrogance completely dead as he rolled on the broken floorboards."My eyes! My face is ruined by my own steel!" Murong screamed frantically, his hands shaking violently as he tried to wipe the blood away. The intense physical pain was far too heavy for his old body, making him cough up big pools of dark red liquid.The old prime minister looked toward the center of the lake through his bleeding eyelids, his small yellow eyes

The small electronic token on Prime Minister Murong’s dead body kept glowing very bright with a scary red light. The large three-dimensional digital data projection flashed open through the damp air, showing a big face.It was the cold, sneering face of High Governor Zhao, the supreme ruler of the entire mortal continent. His face was filled with a supreme elite arrogance, his small eyes burning with a deep calculated malice."Murong, report to my station right now!" High Governor Zhao barked loudly through the speaker line, his voice shaking the stone walls. "The capital’s spiritual array just detected a massive celestial energy spike inside your palace!""Capture that runaway driver Lucas immediately or face a total public execution!" Zhao commanded fiercely, his face twisting into a desperate mask of fury. "Do not let that low-class peasant touch our central banking files!"Lucas did not take a single fraction of a step backward, his golden eyes flaring with an ancient, absolute di

The giant screen on the wall kept glowing with a very hot white starlight. The beautiful woman on the screen was Princess Cynthia, the supreme commander of the entire continent's hidden Royal Sector and Governor Zhao's true superior.Her long silver hair floated softly over her gold armor plates, her eyes flashing with a scary, icy silver qi. She looked down at Lucas with an absolute, unyielding high-society malice that made the electronic speaker line buzz loudly."You have slaughtered my local governors and disrupted our lower-world life harvest, Lucas," Princess Cynthia said, her sweet voice sounding like a heavy funeral doomsday bell. "You think you can play king in this mud because you broke some cheap corporate syndicates.""But your little street driver tricks are completely blank to the supreme power of the Royal Sector," she added with a wicked, deceiving smirk. "By order of the Upper Realm Council, your sick little sister Maya has officially been selected today.""She is the

Lucas crushed Princess Lyra’s sharp green astral arrow into a handful of completely harmless golden dust with a single, casual squeeze of his bare left palm. His handsome face remained a perfectly unmoving mask of stone, his expression entirely unchanged by her sudden, desperate attack.He did not drop his right hand from pointing straight toward Princess Cynthia’s forehead, his posture radiating an absolute, unyielding sovereign majesty. The gold runes beneath his clothes hummed softly, his seventy open meridians rotating with a very stable power."I knew your entire elven clan was captive inside their high-security laboratory vaults the very moment I broke your chains on that black jade island, Lyra," Lucas said softly. His deep, resonant voice was perfectly calm like winter ice, and he did not even bother to turn around to face her."You... you already knew?!" Princess Lyra shrieked frantically, her jaw dropping to the floor boards in absolute, unyielding tactical and social bewild