Divine-level Base

Airet roared, his face twisted with madness, "Hilea hasn’t reached the Legendary Level either! Why does she get to be the King of the Saint Arman Kingdom?!"

Becoming the King of the Saint Arman Kingdom was Airet’s lifelong dream. Once he held the title, he could use the kingdom’s resources to advance to the Legendary Level.

Every year, the Saint Arman Kingdom purchased a number of Demons for the Royal Family to slay. In addition, the kingdom had a territory specifically for breeding Demons.

As the King of the Saint Arman Kingdom, he could exercise his privileges and freely slay those Demons to increase his own power.

"Silence! This is my command! Airet, do you dare disobey my command?"

A cold glint flashed in Hunter I’s eyes. He bellowed, and an incomparably terrifying pressure instantly filled the grand hall, crushing down on Airet until he could barely breathe.

A flash of resentment crossed Airet’s eyes, but he lowered his head respectfully. "I wouldn’t dare!"

Hunter I was the founder of the Saint Arman Kingdom, a Top Level powerhouse who had clawed his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Countless experts had died at his hands. If necessary, he wouldn’t hesitate to strike down his own son.

"Does anyone else object?"

Hunter I’s icy gaze swept across the hall as he spoke slowly.

The five Legendary Professional Skill Users remained silent. This was not something they wanted to get involved in. No matter who became King of the Saint Arman Kingdom, they and their families would have to be treated with favor. After all, the kingdom still needed them for its protection.

The other Great Nobles of the Saint Arman Kingdom also remained silent, not daring to defy Hunter I’s command.

Although the Saint Arman Kingdom was a feudal state, Hunter I was incredibly domineering—an absolute dictator. Any noble who had defied his commands was already dead, their lands seized by him directly.

’King? I’m the new King of the Saint Arman Kingdom?’

A spark of excitement lit up in Hilea’s eyes. Though she had dreamed of becoming the new King of the Saint Arman Kingdom, the reality of this day still thrilled her beyond measure.

"I object!!"

An incomparably terrifying Sword Qi erupted without warning, slicing the guards before the Platinum Palace’s gates to pieces. Blood and gore splattered across the floor of the grand hall.

A young man strode into the grand hall. He was tall, with blue hair and an ordinary face marked by a long scar, but he carried an exceptionally imposing presence. He wore blue Legendary Battle Armor and held a Legendary Greatsword.

From outside the palace, the sounds of battle suddenly erupted. Countless Warriors in the robes of the Serpent of Fear Church poured in from all directions, clashing violently with the Imperial Palace Warriors.

"Yimas! It’s you! You’re not dead?"

The Fifth Princess, Eva—a voluptuous, stunningly beautiful woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and an enchanting gaze—stared at the young man in the blue Legendary Battle Armor. A flash of terror crossed her eyes as she shrieked.

"Your Highness, I am not dead. Much to your disappointment."

A venomous glint flashed in Yimas’s eyes. His gaze landed on Hunter I as he sneered, "Hunter I, the kingdom you stole from my father should be returned to me now!"

Seated upon his throne, Hunter I looked down imperiously at Yimas and said icily, "You’re a remnant of the Greenstein Kingdom? Since you were lucky enough to escape with your life, wouldn’t it have been better to just cower in some dark corner and live out your pathetic existence? Why be so foolish as to come here to die?"

A cold glint flashed in Yimas’s eyes as he shouted, "I came today to take back what is mine! And to repay you twofold for everything you’ve done to me over the years! Hunter, get down here! Let me slay you!"

Hunter’s gaze turned, cold and indifferent, to land on Duke Boka of the five great families.

"Your Majesty, allow me to slay him for you!"

Duke Boka drew a greatsword, and his entire presence shifted. His body was seemingly wreathed in flames as he took a single step, appearing before Yimas as if he had teleported. He slashed down, unleashing a terrifying Flame Sword Qi at Yimas.

Duke Boka’s Profession was Heroic Sword Hero, and he was a master of Fiery Flame Swordsmanship. His strike was infused with terrifying Fiery Flame Magic Power; the resulting blast of Sword Qi could cleave a ten-meter-tall Frost Giant in two.

"Fiery Flame Swordsmanship? That’s not how it’s used. Allow me to teach you what Fiery Flame Swordsmanship truly is!"

An icy glint flashed in Yimas’s eyes. He gave a cold smirk as his body was suddenly engulfed in terrifying flames. A Fire Dragon coiled around his Legendary Greatsword as he slashed down.

BOOM!

A terrifying Fire Dragon erupted, swallowing both Duke Boka and his Sword Qi.

Amidst agonized screams, Duke Boka was incinerated into ash, leaving only a Long Sword to clatter to the ground.

"A Divine Technique! He’s a Professional Skill User who possesses a Divine Technique!"

"A Divine Technique! He’s a Sword Saint with a Divine Technique!"

"..."

Seeing this, the faces of the other four Legendary Level Professional Skill Users changed drastically, and a solemn look appeared in their eyes.

Although a Professional Skill User with a Divine Technique was, in theory, still a Legendary Level Professional Skill User, their combat strength was comparable to that of a Demigod, far surpassing their ordinary counterparts.

Of everyone present, only Hunter I possessed the Ability to fight Yimas.

Yimas glanced at the four remaining Dukes and said icily, "You four, don’t provoke me. Otherwise, the only fate awaiting you is death. Just stay quietly on the sidelines. After I kill Hunter, you can continue to be Dukes and defend the kingdom for me!"

The four Dukes’ hearts went cold, and they all fell silent.

"A Divine Technique! Is that the source of your confidence in challenging me? I killed your father back then, and I can just as easily kill you today!"

A vicious glint flashed in Hunter I’s eyes. He drew the Legendary-level greatsword, the Frost Sword, from his side. His Magic Power surged as he slashed down.

The temperature inside the Platinum Palace instantly plummeted to below zero. Snowflakes filled the air as a white Frost Sword Qi shot directly toward Yimas.

"The Ice God Sword Technique! Hailed as the world’s strongest Swordsmanship! Then I’ll use my Fiery Flame Divine Sword Technique to shatter your technique!"

A savage glint flashed in Yimas’s eyes. With a furious roar, he summoned three Fire Dragons. He slashed his sword, and the three dragons merged into a single, terrifying Flame Sword Qi that slammed into the Frost Sword Qi.

A massive cloud of steam billowed as ice and fire collided violently. The two immense powers clashed relentlessly, canceling each other out until nothing remained.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Within the thick steam, Hunter I and Yimas, the two wielders of Divine Techniques, were locked in a frantic battle. Terrifying Sword Qi clashed continuously, unleashing waves of energy with each impact.