Chapter 835 - : The Four Kings gather (2/2)

The Dragon Saber was a terrifying weapon!

Curisa did not even dare to draw his sword to defend himself when he saw the power of Dragon Saber unleashed. He stared at it in despair with wide-open eyes. For a moment, time had stood still, and all was quiet. In Curisa’s mind, there was only one thought—it was over.

He closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the Dragon Saber to end his life. It was all he could do.

At that crucial moment, another blinding blade of energy sliced through the air. It was not inferior to Dragon Saber and intercepted the crimson-black blade.

BOOM!

A loud explosion shook heaven and earth. Both the blades of energy vanished instantly. The impact was tremendous and resulted in a blast that spread outward and extended over a vast area.

Curisa was the first to be knocked back, and a moment later, everyone else was sent flying. The energy roared like a beast and blew like a raging storm. Ghost stood some distance away and had the protection of the Phantom Dancer. Yet, she still felt the pressure of the energy pushing against her chest, and it was an uncomfortable feeling.

Only after five or six breaths did the energy finally dissipate.

Xiao Luo staggered back before he stabilized himself after taking two steps. Although he had yet to spot the person who had blocked his attack, he knew it was the King of Swords—one of the Four Kings of the Holy Land of the Light Clan.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Curisa fell onto the ground, coughing out blood. The energy in his body was in disarray, and he felt searing pain going through his entire body. He painfully lifted his head. A man with a haughty demeanor and god-like aura stood right before him.

At first, Curisa looked stunned, then with a grateful smile, he said, “King! Ah… you came in the nick of time!”

There was a sense of deep respect in the tone of his voice.

The man in a white robe with an arrogant aura was Ming!

“Not only is your King here. We are all here as well!”

A teasing voice floated from across the grounds. Three more figures advanced to his side, walking casually like they were taking a stroll in the courtyard. Behind them, they each were accompanied by a designated assistant.

“King of War, King of Blades, King of Thunder!”

Curisa opened his eyes in surprise, swallowing a bit of saliva. All four Kings had gathered together. Curisa knew better than anyone that the Four Kings from the Holy Land of the Light Clan did not see eye to eye with each other. After all, he was the designated assistant for the King of Swords. The Kings despised one another, and it was almost impossible to see them together. The appearance of all four Kings together was something that would probably occur once in a century.

The severely injured warriors from the Light Clan had mixed feelings when the four Kings appeared. They were elated at seeing their presence, but at the same time felt the sudden urge to cry, knowing what was to become of them. Still, they glared at Xiao Luo with hatred in their eyes and believed that with the Kings there, the brat would soon be killed for sure.

“So, this is the descendant of the Xiao clan from the Original World? He is indeed powerful. Who would have imagined he could easily defeat Curisa with such ease? If Ming had not arrived on time, I am afraid that attack would have taken his life.” One of the three, the sloppy-looking one with a beard and messy hair and a wine gourd hanging around his waist, stared at Xiao Luo as he spoke. He then turned to look at Curisa with a slight raise of his eyebrows, showing surprise in his eyes.

When Curisa heard that, he could feel his face burning, but felt compelled to acknowledge the king respectfully. “King of Blades is right. I am not as strong as he is. I am not his match at all!”