Chapter 342
Author: CABO
last update2026-11-06 20:15:21

Patriarch Valerius slowly floated into the air. He hovered ten feet above the black glass floor. His entire body was engulfed in the roaring, blood-orange flames. He held his giant battleaxe, which was now made of spinning, dark red and orange fire.

Valerius looked down at Lucien.

The old man’s face was twisted in an ugly, demonic mask of pure hatred and endless pain. He was dying, and he wanted to take the entire world with him.

"Look at me, anomaly," Valerius’s voice boomed. It sounded lik
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  • Chapter 342

    Patriarch Valerius slowly floated into the air. He hovered ten feet above the black glass floor. His entire body was engulfed in the roaring, blood-orange flames. He held his giant battleaxe, which was now made of spinning, dark red and orange fire. Valerius looked down at Lucien. The old man’s face was twisted in an ugly, demonic mask of pure hatred and endless pain. He was dying, and he wanted to take the entire world with him. "Look at me, anomaly," Valerius’s voice boomed. It sounded like an erupting volcano. The words shook the bones of every single person in the city. "You wanted to see a monster! Look at what you have made me do!"Lucien stood firmly on the ground. The unbelievable, suffocating heat washed over his pitch-black crystalline armor. The golden circuitry on his chest pulsed rapidly, working hard to absorb the deadly thermal radiation. Lucien did not step backward. He did not look afraid. He gripped the handle of his dark iron sword with both hands. His purple-b

  • Chapter 341

    "SHUT UP!" Valerius roared, his voice shaking with furious, heartbreaking grief. Valerius gripped the handle of his giant, glowing battleaxe with both hands. His knuckles turned pure white. Valerius knew that he was losing. He knew that his normal, Earth-Shattering magic was not enough to touch the Graveyard King. Lucien was too fast. Lucien’s technique was too perfect. Lucien’s dark magic was too heavy. If Valerius kept fighting normally, he would die in five minutes. And when he died, Julian would be slaughtered, and the Saint-Aurelius Clan would fall. “I cannot fail,” Valerius thought, panic and desperation completely taking over his mind. “I am the shield of this family. I must protect my grandson. I must protect the throne.”Valerius realized that he only had one option left. It was an option that would cost him his soul. It was a forbidden, dark, terrifying choice. Valerius closed his eyes. He let out a long, shuddering breath. "I will not let you take my family," Valerius

  • Chapter 340

    "Your Majesty..." General Marcus hesitated for one second. "The clan is huge. The backlash will be massive.""There will be no backlash," the Emperor hissed, a cruel smile touching his lips. "Because we will not take the blame. We will tell the people that the beggar, Mo Yan, used dark demonic magic to poison the minds of the clan. We will say the Saint-Aurelius family was corrupted by the dark. We will tell the city that I, the Emperor, stepped in to purge the evil and save the Empire."It was a brilliant, incredibly evil plan. The Emperor was going to use Lucien’s victory to wipe out his own political rivals. He was going to sacrifice his father-in-law to save his own crown. "I understand perfectly, Your Majesty," General Marcus whispered. He bowed his head deeply. "I will prepare the men. We will be ready to strike the moment the old man falls."General Marcus stepped backward into the shadows and quietly slipped out of the Royal Box to begin organizing the secret, bloody coup. T

  • Chapter 339

    The Imperial Arena was covered in a heavy, thick layer of black, melted glass. The bright morning sun was hidden behind the swirling, dark clouds of magic. Up in the Golden Royal Box, the air was completely still. The silence was not peaceful. It was a suffocating, terrifying silence. The Emperor of the Sun sat on his golden throne. His hands were gripping the armrests so hard that his knuckles were pure, bone white. He stared down through the broken magical window. He watched Patriarch Valerius, the oldest and strongest master in the world, stumbling backward. He watched the old man bleed. Valerius was the Emperor’s father-in-law. The Emperor had married the Patriarch’s daughter many years ago to secure the loyalty of the powerful Saint-Aurelius Clan. For decades, the Emperor had relied on the absolute, terrifying strength of his wife’s family to keep the common people in line. The Saint-Aurelius Clan was the unbreakable shield of the Golden Throne. But right now, that shield w

  • Chapter 338

    Valerius stared up at Lucien. The old man’s mind completely, utterly shattered. His entire life, his entire history, his entire belief system was a fake, corrupted lie. The dirty beggar standing over him was not just a rogue. He was the true inheritor of the clan’s greatest legacy. Lucien was the physical manifestation of all the sins the Empire had committed for a thousand years, coming back to collect the debt. "Forgive us," Valerius whispered, tears pouring down his cheeks. He dropped his glowing golden sword into the dirt. The blade hissed and vanished. "We lost the path.""You did not lose the path," Lucien replied coldly. "You destroyed it."Valerius bowed his head, offering his neck for the execution. He was ready to die. He had no honor left to fight for. But Lucien did not swing his sword. He was not going to give the Patriarch a quick, clean death. He was not going to let the old man die looking like a tragic hero. Lucien pulled his sword back. He slid it into the leath

  • Chapter 337

    When Valerius used the "Piercing Dawn," he spun his wrist to create a beautiful circle of golden light before thrusting. It was how the clan had been taught to do it for five hundred years. The spin made the attack look grand and royal. When Lucien used the "Piercing Dawn," he did not spin his wrist at all. Lucien simply thrust his sword in a straight, ugly, perfectly direct line. It was not beautiful. It did not flash with pretty light. But it was a fraction of a second faster, and it was a hundred times more lethal. Lucien’s blade slipped past Valerius’s golden sword and sliced a shallow cut across the old man’s chest armor. "Ah!" Valerius stumbled backward, holding his bleeding chest. Valerius stared at Lucien. The old man’s heart pounded with a dark, heavy realization. Lucien was not copying him. Lucien was correcting him. Lucien was stripping away all the flashy, corrupted, beautiful modifications that the Saint-Aurelius Clan had added to their martial arts over the centur

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