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"The Blade Wielding Demon? Or the Normand?"

The young Dragon princes asked simultaneously, their voices overlapping as they looked at Ethen with deep confusion.

From what their military intelligence had gathered, the assassination of the Blood Serpent God was a complex, two-pronged master plan.

One angle came from an unknown human possessing strange air abilities who had seamlessly sneaked into the Blood Serpent Clan's heavily fortified territory.

That infiltrator had successfully mapped out the area and obtained the exact spatial coordinates of the Blood Serpent God.

The other angle involved a terrifying human warrior who had directly led the high-ranking Angel Ni'an to that exact location.

That second figure had initiated the catastrophic summoning of the World Tree, rooting it directly into the beast's domain.

Both of these shadowy individuals had played absolutely critical roles in the ultimate death of the Godbeast.

But the royal Dragon princes had never once expected those two separate, legendary profiles to be connected to the exact same person.

They certainly hadn't expected that person to be the relaxed, smiling young man sitting casually in front of them right now.

"Blade Wielding Demon," Ao Lykos quickly clarified with a forced, hollow laugh that didn't reach his eyes.

His primary mission was to placate Ethen long enough for a high-ranking elder of the clan to officially act against him.

He couldn't directly cause trouble for the human Envoy or do anything to anger him in a public setting like this.

The political situation across the border was already delicate enough without adding a bar brawl to the mix.

Ethen was a formally recognized Envoy, carrying the diplomatic immunity of the entire human Bastion on his shoulders.

More importantly, he was a designated Messenger of Karth.

Any obvious, public attack against him would immediately create devastating consequences that the Ao Clan couldn't simply ignore.

"Ahh, my past reputation is somewhat haunting. I was young and highly enthusiastic back then."

Ethen smiled coyly, casually picking up a jeweled cup of wine from the table belonging to one of the nearby princes.

He gulped the rich liquid down without a single care in the world, his Adam's apple bobbing smoothly.

The surrounding princes watched his every movement carefully, their muscles tense under their expensive silk robes.

When Ethen and the Angel Ni'an went around slaughtering their way through the Demi God region, they hadn't just attacked and killed people.

They hadn't just severely crippled the military infrastructure of the beast clans and disrupted their supply lines.

They had also violently broken into and robbed several ancient, heavily guarded clan treasuries completely clean.

And while the arrogant dragons cared about almost nothing when it came to the lives of their lessers and foot soldiers.

There was one specific thing they cared about more than almost anything else in the entire world.

Their belongings.

Their hoarded treasures.

Their massive, accumulated wealth.

Even if Ethen were to ruthlessly wipe out an entire subordinate clan, some of the older dragons could easily accept it as just a tragic part of war.

But openly taking the priceless treasures they had spent thousands of years violently accumulating?

That was something entirely different, a direct insult to their inherent draconic pride and their bloodline hoarding instincts.

The painful memory alone was more than enough to make several of the seated princes' expressions stiffen with quiet rage.

"I brought with me a few modest gifts for you, my friends. I hope you don't mind?"

Noticing the incredibly heavy, murderous atmosphere filling the private room, Ethen smiled warmly and waved at his men standing by the door.

The human guards immediately moved forward, carrying a large, velvet-covered tray illuminated by a soft, golden glow.

Several high-grade treasures rested upon it, completely exposed to the open air.

Their polished surfaces glimmered brightly beneath the ambient lights of the clubhouse, immediately attracting every eye in the room.

The intense, inherent greed of the Dragon princes instantly flared to life, completely overriding their previous hostility.

"These treasures are a simple seed of friendship. Even though our races hate each other on the battlefield, that shouldn't mean we can't see eye to eye here."

Ethen added smoothly, reaching his hand deliberately toward the glowing tray.

"After all, we are the new, progressive generation. We don't have to carry the exact same grudges as the old bones."

He pulled out a beautifully crafted, curved dagger from its ornate leather sheath.

The weapon immediately released a faint, incredibly sharp spiritual pressure that caused the air around it to hum loudly.

"This is for you, friend."

Ethen handed it directly to the Chi Clan member with a polite, respectful nod.

The stunned prince accepted the weapon incredibly carefully, his vertical pupils dilated to their absolute maximum limit.

There was absolutely nothing a true dragon loved more than acquiring a new, powerful treasure for their personal hoard.

The suffocating, murderous tension in the private room eased almost immediately, evaporating like water on a hot stone.

The young dragons leaned forward eagerly to examine the rest of the gifts, their previous hostility gradually being replaced by deep curiosity.

For the moment, absolutely everyone at the table was more than willing to pretend they were simply old friends having a casual drink.

….

"Haha, my friend, we really are just opposite sides of the exact same coin! Why must there be endless war between us?"

Chi Gong Yan laughed loudly, clear traces of heavy drunkenness visible in his glowing eyes as he and the other princes exited the building.

"We have so many beautiful women and so much endless money to spend. Why not just relax and enjoy life?"

The cool evening breeze of the Nether Realm washed over them as they stood outside the prestigious restaurant.

The evening had actually gone far better than any of the nobles had initially expected when they first saw the human.

Ethen had really given them a massive run for their money when it came to holding his booze and distributing priceless treasures.

Naturally, underneath all the fake smiles and shared wine, they were all still bitter, blood-sworn enemies.

Nothing about the incredibly violent, deeply hostile relationship between humanity and the Dragon God Clan had actually changed tonight.

But they could easily pretend to get along with him if they wanted to reap the immediate benefits.

At least for tonight, while his pockets were deep and his drinks were freely poured.

"I believe so…"

Ethen agreed softly, taking a final sip of wine from a flask, his dark eyes drifting toward the heavy shadow of his carriage parked not too far away.

There was something moving subtly in that absolute darkness that quickly caught his sharp attention.

He didn't look at the shifting shadow for long, immediately breaking his gaze so he wouldn't alert anyone else to his heightened awareness.

"Friend, I hope you'll graciously allow me to host you in my private Jiao Manor house at Talea Street tomorrow afternoon."

Jiao Shen smiled widely as he stepped forward and handed a heavy, gold-plated medallion directly to Ethen.

"We're thinking of going out hunting in the outer ridges, so we're throwing a traditional exhibition party beforehand."

What wealthy nobles did for entertainment in their spare time was entirely different from what ordinary people considered fun.

An exhibition party was simply a lavish, highly competitive gathering where nobles showed off their previous hunting achievements.

They would display the rare beasts they had killed and the special treasures they had hoarded before embarking on a new hunt.

It was partly meant for casual entertainment.

Partly meant for intense, unspoken political competition among the different clan branches.

And partly a culturally accepted way for the younger generation to publicly display exactly what wealth they had accumulated.

Since they had all personally witnessed Ethen's massive capacity to be generous tonight, they could only conclude one thing.

He absolutely wouldn't embarrass them or show up empty-handed if he attended their gathering that day.

"It would be my absolute pleasure."

Ethen smiled warmly, slipping the gold medallion into his robes and bidding them a polite farewell.

He turned and walked calmly alongside the silent Ao siblings, approaching his heavily armored carriage.

The heavy wooden door closed shut behind him, sealing him off from the bustling streets of Reverse Scale City.

The exact moment the carriage began moving, the atmosphere shifted, and Ethen's expression slowly, drastically changed.

The relaxed, friendly smile completely disappeared from his face, replaced by a mask of cold, calculating indifference.

After safely leaving the immediate area of the restaurant, Zion, the head of the Dragon Knights who was waiting inside, moved.

He reached into his armor and handed Ethen a thick set of heavily encrypted military documents.

Ethen accepted the warm papers without uttering a single word, his eyes scanning the first page immediately.

From the very moment he had boldly stepped foot into this hostile city, he had known the Ao Clan was plotting against him.

There was absolutely no way they would suddenly forgive and forget the massive humiliation that had happened between them.

However, until now, he didn't know exactly how deep their vengeful plot ran.

More importantly, he didn't know exactly what incredibly petty or violent method they were planning to use to kill him.

His dark eyes moved rapidly across the decoded text on the documents.

One page.

Then another.

Ethen's facial expression gradually became colder and colder as he digested the sheer magnitude of the information.

"Hm."

He lowered the stack of documents slightly, leaning his head back against the velvet seat of the carriage.

"This is going completely overboard, no?"

Ethen couldn't help but let out a long, heavy sigh that filled the quiet cabin.

These arrogant fucks weren't planning a simple, deniable assassination in a dark alleyway.

They weren't planning to permanently cripple his cultivation base using a rare poison slipped into his food.

They weren't even planning to brutally destroy his powerful summons to weaken his combat potential.

They wanted to completely erase him from existence in the most outlandish, overwhelmingly dramatic way possible.

And to properly execute that devastating effect, they had officially notified Duke Ao of his exact, unprotected presence in the city.

They wanted the God Almighty himself to personally descend from his throne and slay a mere Demi God.

Ethen stared blankly at the stamped documents for several long seconds, processing the sheer absurdity of the threat.

The Ao Clan leadership had clearly decided that there was absolutely no reason to take any unnecessary risks with him.

If the Almighty Duke Ao desperately wanted this human boy dead, why bother sending anyone else who might fail the mission?

"Hmph."

Ethen's lips slowly curled into a dark, incredibly dangerous smile that didn't reach his cold eyes.

"If that's the absolute maximum scale of the game you all want to play, then I'll happily play you to death."

A thick, suffocating deathly aura slowly emerged from his physical body, filling the small space.

The ambient atmosphere inside the moving carriage immediately became freezing cold, as if winter had suddenly arrived.

The elite Dragon Knights sitting across from him remained completely silent, their hands resting cautiously on their weapons.

They thoroughly understood exactly what that terrifying, unhinged expression meant for the immediate future.

Ethen wasn't remotely afraid of facing down a God Almighty for a second time.

If anything, he looked genuinely excited by the prospect of breaking their flawless, overwhelming trap.

The Ao Clan had foolishly decided to rapidly escalate the rules of the game to the absolute highest level possible.

And Ethen had absolutely no intention of backing down from the board.