Chapter 382: Chapter 382
Their strongest batch of disciples was all stationed at the execution platform. Even the two elders leading this ambush, Lazlo and Byron, were inferior in strength to Ziven and Thalen.
Therefore, Alex decisively chose to trust them, leaving this battlefield to the two families while he led Lucas and the others straight toward the exact center of Heavenly King Island.
Watching Alex pass through three layers of blockades without shedding a single drop of his own blood, the entire area around the execution platform fell into a deathly silence.
Knox, Garret, Alistair, Malakai, Amos, and Calvin all had ashen faces and gnashed their teeth.
The Nether Earth Ghost King’sface was as black as coal. He gritted his teeth and cursed. "How does this Alex have such good luck?!"
"It is one thing for the people of the Heavenly Flame Dynasty to rush over, but even the Wren and Mire families came uninvited!"
Beside him, Calvin sneered coldly. "Nether Earth Ghost King, you used your mind to set up such a grand trap, but did you really not anticipate this?"
"This Alex has made many enemies over the years, but he has made even more friends."
"We could join forces to plot against him. Did you think Alex would not know to invite people to help?"
Knox narrowed his eyes displeasedly. "Prince Calvin, it was already extremely difficult for His Majesty the Ghost King to set up this trap. If you want to question his decisions, you can take your men and leave. Why resort to sarcastic mockery?"
"Can I leave now?!" Calvin slammed the table, cursing.
"We heard that by coming to Heavenly King Island, we could eliminate Alex without shedding blood, which is why we led fifty thousand White Spear Guards to assist."
"And the result? You are actually using our fifty thousand elites to fight against the royal cultivators of the Heavenly Flame Dynasty!"
"Who does not know the strength of the Heavenly Flame Imperial Family? Win or lose, who knows how many White Spear Guards will be lost!"
"If I withdraw now, am I supposed to just let Lyra and Selene lead twenty thousand cultivators over to trample us flat?!"
"You!" Knox’s eyes widened in anger, but facing Calvin’s furious rebuke, he truly had no words to refute.
"Alright, stop arguing." Alistair acted as peacemaker.
"We should have anticipated that Alex is absolutely not someone who will sit still and await his doom. To save this girl, he would inevitably mobilize all his power."
"Right now, it might not be a bad thing that Alex is leading two or three thousand disciples to attack the execution platform."
"It is the perfect opportunity for us to finish him off personally and vent the hatred in our hearts!"
Malakai yawned lazily. "Saint Lord Alistair, you make it sound so easy."
"We understand best just how terrifying Alex’s strength is."
"If we can kill him with our own hands, it would naturally be satisfying."
"But... can you actually kill him?"
"Why could I not?" Alistair sneered coldly with absolute confidence.
"Alex’s strongest trump cards are nothing more than those three Saint Artifacts and the Three Firmament Supremes he can summon through their fusion."
"Right now, the Three Firmament Supremes are tied up at the outermost perimeter by His Excellency Ghost King’s one hundred thousand fierce ghosts."
"Without the three Saint Artifacts, what is Alex?"
"Your Excellency Ghost King, when Alex arrives, please allow me to lead the vanguard."
"I will destroy him with my own hands!"
While he was speaking, a cold, piercing wind suddenly whipped up in the sky above.
The next second, the originally gloomy sky was torn open with a massive rift.
"What?!" Amos and Calvin’s expressions changed drastically.
"To actually tear the void apart bare-handed... what spiritual energy is this!"
Before they could finish marveling, Julian, Lucas, and the other Hale family disciples flew out of the spatial rift on flying swords, charging straight toward the execution platform.
"Fourth Elder, are you alright?"
"We are here to save you!"
The Nether Earth Ghost King’s expression changed, and he shouted sternly. "Quickly, stop them!"
Instantly, the elite disciples under Alistair and Malakai, as well as the guards behind Amos and Calvin, all moved out in unison, charging toward the base of the execution platform and engaging in fierce fight with the Hale family disciples.
However, the main figures, Alistair, Malakai, Amos, Calvin, the Nether Earth Ghost King, and Knox, remained seated without moving an inch.
Their eyes stared unblinkingly at the sky.
After all the Hale family disciples had charged out, Alex unhurriedly walked out of the rift last. Stepping on a black auspicious cloud, he stood with arms crossed, looking down at the crowd below as a cold sneer hooked at the corners of his mouth.
"Heh, everyone is truly all here."
"Since everyone is gathered, we can slowly settle our accounts, one by one."
"Correct, we do need to properly settle accounts!" Alistair’s figure flashed, and he instantly charged into mid-air, he summoned a thirty-foot giant sword into his grasp, its edge gleaming with chilling cold light.
"Alex, without your three Saint Artifacts, do you think you can still sit securely on the throne as the strongest in the world?"
"Today, I will chop you into fine pieces and wake you up!"
Alistair roared loudly, gripping the giant sword, he slashed down with his full strength, carrying the crushing momentum of a thunderbolt.
The instant the sword touched Alex, it triggered a violent explosion, kicking up thick, dense smoke.
"Got him!" Alistair’s face revealed a fanatical expression, his hands trembling with excitement, but the next second, the smile instantly froze on his face.
A tyrannical force clamped down on his sword’s edge, rendering him completely unable to move.
Through the dense smoke, Alistair focused his gaze, he saw that Alex had not moved a single inch from his original spot.
Using only his index and middle fingers, he had easily clamped the blade’s edge, effortlessly parrying his full-force strike!
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