On hearing that last part, even the other Emperors glanced at Augustus with slightly surprised looks.

“Oi… we didn’t discuss that. You can’t just give out Supreme Decrees whenever you want,” Karax exclaimed in a low tone.

Julius added: “Karax is right… be wise, Augustus.”

The ruler of Rock Saelfine scoffed and ignored the words of the other emperors.

The crowd was taken away with astonishment and at a loss for words right now.

Silence had filled the entire arena after Lord Augustus’ proposal.

Tyr faced the ground, his expression shadowed.

All eyes were glued onto him right now without a single second of relief.

Anticipation in the crowd rose to the roof as Tyr stood there silently.

Finally, the young man began to slowly walk forward and up the steps to the stage.

The crowd gasped as they speculated what was about to happen.

“Wow… Emperor Augustus really is too cruel.”

“Oi! Don’t say that! He might hear you…”

“I think that brat deserves it! It’s a reality check…”

Tyr slowly made his way across the stage, even the other Emperors staring at his every movement intensely.

Julius exhaled, as though a bit tense.

‘This boy… why can’t I tell his intentions right now? It seems obvious what he is going to do… but he doesn’t know that he holds the power in this situation right now.’

Dhum furrowed his brows as he mused: ‘He holds the Dragon… to injure him would be for this continent to insult the entire world.’

Karax clenched his jaw.

‘Surely this fool won’t get too emotional and try to do something to this boy… it will not end good for Ainsveld.’

Syelthus squinted.

‘Stay calm… Augustus. I don’t know what you think you are doing… but it’s too risky,’ he said inwardly.

Tyr arrived a few feet away from Augustus’ feet.

The emperor was grinning widely while facing the young man before him.

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“Don’t you dare do it!” he yelled, capturing the crowd’s attention for a second.

At that moment, Tyr smiled under his breath, his face still facing the ground and shadowed.

With a chop to the back of the neck, Hanzo was knocked out by Thaddeus at that moment.

Everyone locked back onto Tyr, who arrived a mere foot away from Augustus.

Finally, he raised his head.

He stared at Augustus’ stupid smile with a serious look in his eyes, before suddenly smirking.

“You… can’t do shit to me, can you?” Tyr said out of nowhere, leaning down and getting mere inches in front of Augustus’ face.

“Don’t think I can’t read the room… I am the Dragon holder… you can’t fucking touch me, bug.”

Tyr grinned, his eyes widening as exhilaration surged through his veins.

The crowd was blown away by this sudden reaction, utterly puzzled by what they were seeing.

Noa and Malon smiled wholeheartedly as they saw this.

The other Emperors had shocked expressions as well, stunned for a moment by Tyr’s words.

Augustus’ smile instantly faded, his grip on his throne armrest tightening all of a sudden.

“Now…” Tyr stomped his foot forward.

“Lick my foot, or else I’m going to kill this damn Dragon you love so much.”

He grabbed Augustus by the hair.

Jaws dropped to the floor all across the arena, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets from shock.

All of the other Emperors seemed to raise their guards as they heard Tyr’s threat.

‘No…’ Julius mused.

‘Why did you provoke him? He can’t hold himself bac-‘ Before he could even finish his thought, a monstrous blast of killing intent exploded out of Augustus–crashing onto the arena like a tsunami.

A golden flame instantly combusted onto Tyr’s forehead.

He entered Full Golden Body as all fear instantly vanished from his mind.

He stared down at Augustus with a condescending look, as if he was a mere insect.

The crowd on the other hand was assaulted with a ruthless force.

Many passed out from the pressure, others forced onto their knees.

Stronger figures were still standing, but horrified by the emperor’s overwhelming aura.

“Peasant…” Augustus spoke in a deep and slow tone.

“Get your damn filthy hand off of my head.”

He suddenly stood up faster than Tyr could even fathom.

Tyr’s hand was propelled backward simply from the force of Augustus standing up.

However, in that millisecond of time, all four of the other Emperors appeared around Augustus and instantly seized him.

They all held onto his hands, shoulders, and back–completely immobilizing him.

Julius stared into Augustus’ eyes with an intense gaze of his own.

“Stop your foolishness at this instance.”

Augustus seemed to be far too furious to be rational right now.

His eyes were locked onto Tyr.

“That bastard dares to touch me… he will die.”

At that moment, Karax stepped forward and lifted Augustus by the collar.

“No… if you continue, you will die.” He said in a deathly serious tone, releasing his own bloodlust.

Powerful members of each empire stood back, prepared to jump in at any moment.

“What did you just say to me, you savage brute?” Augustus exclaimed, clearly highly offended.

Karax replied in a low tone.

“Do something… let’s see if you care about your life.

If you think you can truly beat me in combat, even with all of your Supreme Guardians in this arena fighting along with you, then try your best.”

For a few seconds, there was a silent standstill where the auras of the two Emperors clashed.

Thaddeus stared at Augustus and Karax with wide eyes.

‘Lord Augustus is in danger… but I will only lessen his chances of survival if I try anything… damn it… why did he go and piss off Karax Haou…’

In the end, Augustus closed his eyes–erasing his killing intent from the arena.

Karax immediately let go of the man’s collar, erasing his bloodlust all the same.

“Smart decision…” he exclaimed as Augustus sat back down.

Tyr was shocked on seeing this.

‘Is there such a difference between their power?

Just how powerful is the king of Zasea if even that bastard and Thaddeus combined can’t beat him!?’

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