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Chapter 868: Mythical Technique versus Mythical Technique (Part One)

This blue-haired middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in a dominating fashion and struck back at D’Alessandro was the person who created the Zenit Empire, the legendary and prestigious Emperor Yassin.

Elder Prince Arshavin’s gasp sounded like a rumble of thunder to others.

For all these years, Emperor Yassin had been keeping to himself in the Royal Palace and rarely showed his face. In fact, a lot of young soldiers and nobles had never seen his face before. Only those old ministers who had battled alongside Emperor Yassin and the top-tier officials who could enter the Royal Palace to make reports could recognize this legendary emperor.

Right now, Emperor Yassin was wearing a faint-blue royal robe and a golden silk belt, and his long blue hair fluttered in the wind like waves on the ocean, reaching his waist. He wasn’t holding a scepter nor wearing a crown, but his indescribable temperament made others feel like only such a person could be Emperor Yassin.

The nobles were all shocked.

For the last 26 years, Emperor Yassin stayed in most of the time, and the information that they got from the Royal Family was that His Majesty was ill with deteriorating health. Especially recently, a lot of rumors were saying that Emperor Yassin’s life was in danger, and he could die at any moment now. Therefore, almost everyone in Zenit believed that Emperor Yassin didn’t have many days left to live.

Due to these rumors, many Zenitians were anxious, and some nobles jumped ship in the face of danger and joined enemies.

However, judging from the dominating and commanding presence that Emperor Yassin was showing right now, his vitality was as vast as the ocean, and his aura was terrifying. In fact, he seemed like a god!

His current status was even more powerful than his prime many years ago, far different from what the rumors had stated. Instead of looking like a dying old man, he was in his prime and reached a new height in terms of cultivation.

What kind of secrets were hidden in this?

Why did Emperor Yassin suddenly become a hermit when he was at his prime? Why would he spread rumors, saying that he was close to dying?

The nobles felt like their heads were buzzing, and this revealed secret made them very anxious. After thinking back to the things that they did in secret recently, their bodies were covered in cold sweat, and they were terrified.



“Who… are you?”

Standing in the air, D’Alessandro couldn’t hide the shock on his face. Even though there were thick black clouds, cracked ground, and floods behind him, looking like doomsday, he felt a huge amount of pressure from this blue-haired, middle-aged man. He could tell that this man’s power wasn’t weaker than his.

“I’m the Emperor of Zenit, Yassin,” the blue-haired, middle-aged man said calmly, but the majestic sensation and dominating prestige couldn’t be hidden.

Behind Emperor Yassin, the sky was blue with some white clouds floating around. The sunlight was bright, the weather was beautiful, and green grass danced on the ground; it was a pleasant scene.

The two masters stood in the sky, and it seemed like they represented brightness and darkness. As if the line between them was the division between heaven and hell, their powers created different phenomena, and this scene was mystical.

“You are the Emperor of Zenit?” D’Alessandro was stunned to his core, and he couldn’t describe his emotions.

This was shocking to him! In his mind, the emperors of level 1 empires were like bandit leaders.

“How can the Emperor of Zenit be this strong? With his strength, he can easily conquer the Leon Empire and unite the Northern Region of Azeroth! How come the situation turned into this?” D’Alessandro thought to himself with his mouth wide open.

He didn’t know what to say, and he was regretting all his decisions. If he could start over again, he would never try to provoke this level 1 empire.

Chapter 868: Mythical Technique versus Mythical Technique (Part Two)

“What should I do now? Admit defeat and leave? Or battle until the end?” he thought to himself.

However, Emperor Yassin didn’t give him much time to think.

“It has been 40 years since we last met, and I didn’t expect Maradona to have a despicable disciple like you. Whatever; I will capture you and ask the Continental Martial Saint to come here and get you.”

As soon as he said that, Emperor Yassin raised his hand, and golden energy flames charged forward. A loud and crisp dragon roar sounded from the high sky, and the giant claws of a dragon tore through the void and struck down. The golden scales on this dragon paw were shiny, and the sharp claws were comparable to god-tier combat weapons. As the claws traveled through the air, streaks of black cracks appeared, leading to the void. With a godly power that shouldn’t belong to mortals, this dragon paw slowly struck toward D’Alessandro.

[Dragon Fist – Dragon’s Determination]

“This is…. a Mythical Technique?” D’Alessandro screamed and tried to dodge in a hurry.

On the Azeroth Continent, the training and cultivation techniques for all energies were divided into six levels, and they were Beginner, Ordinary, Advanced, Legendary, Epic, and Mythical.

Any techniques on and above the Legendary Level were rare, and they were powerful enough to shatter the ground and flip the sky. A Legendary Technique was enough to create a Moon-Class Elite, and the most powerful Mythical Techniques were as rare as god-tier combat weapons. Even a haughty Sun-Class Lord might not be able to obtain a Mythical Technique.

As soon as that dragon paw appeared, D’Alessandro sensed a godly energy; it was unique to Mythical Techniques.

With fear filling his mind, this No.2 Disciple of the Continental Martial Saint tried to dodge subconsciously.

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However, that dragon paw was like a giant mountain, enveloping him completely. It didn’t matter how he tried to dodge and flashed; he was always covered by the mystical shadow of this dragon paw. As a series of cracking noises sounded, his bones were almost broken, and he had a hard time breathing.

“God-Slaying Scroll!”

At this critical moment, D’Alessandro had to give everything that he had.

God-Slaying Scroll was the ultimate technique of Continental Martial Saint Maradona, and it was also a Mythical Technique. All of Maradona’s disciples learned one strike from the [God-Slaying Scroll] as a life-saving measure, so D’Alessandro mastered one strike as well.

D’Alessandro moved his hands fast and created a series of gestures. In fact, he was so fast that his ten fingers left many afterimages in the air. Like transparent flowers that bloomed and withered repeatedly, his hands displayed the vicissitude of life and created a series of loud, metal-grinding noises. Then, the hundreds of giant swords behind him lined up and pressed against each other tightly before opening like a peacock showing its feathers, creating a giant fan made from swords that emitted bright godly light.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The tens of thousands of sword energies turned into light beams, and the light beams enveloped the sky before shooting toward that golden dragon paw like a meteor shower.

As the silver sword energies collided with the golden dragon paw that had sharp claws, sparks appeared everywhere as if fireworks were going off. Although the scene wasn’t as flashy and destructive, the sensation was enough to make people’s souls shiver.

If a powerful master paid close attention to the battle, they would discover that every collision between the silver sword energies and the golden dragon paw was a crash between laws of nature. Many laws of nature were shattered and reformed, and the sensation of life and death continued to collide and coil around each other as if they were destroying many worlds and creating even more new ones.

As the battle continued, loud cracking noises resonated in the sky.

This battle lasted at least seven minutes. In the sky, Emperor Yassin still looked calm and high-spirited, but D’Alessandro’s face was pale as he breathed heavily.

Finally, the golden dragon paw descended slower and slower under the attack of the silver sword energies, and the golden scales were scraped off. Gradually, the dragon paw became more transparent, and it was disappearing.

A Mythical Technique versus a Mythical Technique!

The battle between these two Mythical Techniques was about to come to an end.
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