Chapter 825 (1/2)

Chapter 825: Rebuilding the Imperial CapitalTranslator: Yukidaruma Translations Editor: Yukidaruma Translations

However, no matter how much the First Prince’s countenance changed, no one noticed these changes.

To everyone, the First Prince was no longer of any relevance. The Krieg royal family had almost been completely wiped out. Alexander had already died, so who would still care about the Krieg royal family?

Moreover, everyone could now tell that it was a done deal for Fang Xingjian to control the Empire in the future and become the dictator in the background.

After all, with the super strong powers that Fang Xingjian displayed earlier… Even if all the experts present were to join forces, they would not be a match for just one of Fang Xingjian’s hands.

In fact, even if the Imperial Capital had not been destroyed and the many experts in the Empire were still alive, even if the Krieg royal family was still around, and even if the Abyss Lord and King Alexander were still alive… it would be impossible for them to be a match for Fang Xingjian, let alone this small group of people.

To everyone, their martial prowess was no longer in the same dimension as Fang Xingjian’s.

Right now, the Fang Xingjian in everyone’s eyes was already invincible. Just his means in killing the evil god’s clone and annihilating the two Guardian Kings were already extremely brilliant and completely unfathomable.

Therefore, no matter how grim the First Prince’s countenance was and no matter how much he cursed, no one paid him any heed. Everyone surrounded Fang Xingjian like the stars hovering around the moon.

However, Fang Xingjian appeared very indifferent. He swept his gaze around everyone present and said, “Since that’s the case, then I shan’t decline. I’ll take on the position of Imperial Preceptor for now.”

Although everyone was slightly stunned for a moment as they had not expected him to be so direct, no one objected.

Everyone’s expression was still for a moment before they quickly nodded, appearing to be very happy. There was no sign of the depression they had felt earlier toward seeing the Imperial Capital destroyed.

The white-haired and old Knight Association’s Chief said happily, “With Master Fang keeping watch over the Empire, the Empire will be rid of any worries from now on.”

Beast God seemed to be overjoyed as he shouted, “It’s really the great fortune of all the people in the world to have Master Fang supporting the Prince!”

Charlie also stood up and bootlicked, “Alexander is tyrannical, colluding with external parties to bring havoc to the world. Now that the Imperial Preceptor has set everything right from the state of disorder, we’re willing to render our service to the Imperial Preceptor even if it’s at the risk of our lives.”

At the sight of this scene, the fury in the First Prince’s heart kept on rising. His face flushed red in fury, and he kept on cursing inwardly, ‘Rebels and traitors! A bunch of rebels and traitors! To think that our Krieg royal family has kept for you for so many years. To think that we ended up keeping a bunch of ingrates.’

Green veins popped up on his head, his eyes kept on twitching, and hints of blood-red appeared in his eyes. The First Prince had clearly reached the limit of his tolerance, and he had a strong urge to draw his sword to kill Fang Xingjian.

Yet he still held it in. It was because he knew that in his current state, he no longer had any bargaining chips to negotiate with Fang Xingjian. Right now, his strength was not worth a mention in Fang Xingjian’s eyes, and his life or death could be decided with just a single thought from Fang Xingjian. So, if the First Prince wished to keep his life, he could only bear with it.

However, just as everyone appeared to be rejoicing, Charlot suddenly stood out and said, “Teacher, I don’t wish to be the King.”

Charlot really did not wish to be the King. He was sluggish by nature and enjoyed having fun. Compared to managing the country and governing the world, he would rather travel around the world, enjoying wine and having fun.

Moreover, in this world, only the strong had the right to speak. This was especially when Demigods kept on appearing after the world’s metamorphosis. Even Divine level experts could not remain aloof. Charlot was a mere Knight apprentice, so even if he became the King, he would only be a puppet.

Compared to being a puppet in the palace, he would rather be an ordinary student in the Great Western Region, holding his destiny in his own hands.