“Julius,” Tyr abruptly exclaimed. The four pillars, and five emperors stared back at him with slight hostility.

“Give me time to decide… whether I will surrender or not.” Tyr wanted to delay as much as possible in hopes of the other factions around the world arriving.

‘If they come here, I will have a better chance at escaping alive…’ This was his main train of thought.

Julius frowned, “Unfortunately, that privilege of yours has already been lost. You have no choice… you will die here today, Tyr.”

Tyr clenched his jaw on hearing this.

“Tsk…” One of the younger pillars stepped forward. His face was serious as he raised his hand, “Rain Stampede,” he said under his breath.

After a mere second, thousands of water droplets formed in the air before the man.

They conjoined together to form a large bull while not making full contact. The bull snarled before dragging its feet across the ground and rampaging toward Tyr.

It was fast, almost too fast for Tyr to react. He immediately understood the power behind this attack.

These clearly weren’t just normal rain droplets, but droplets infused with high amounts of Aura that would most likely explode and release lethal shockwaves of force on contact.

The crowd held their breath as the bull neared mere feet away from Tyr.

Tyr reacted as fast as he could, but the bull seemed to only accelerate in speed as it traveled.

It came a foot away from the young man when he muttered, “Flame Breath…” under his breath, having already activated the Dragon Soul Mend.

A blast of blazing inferno exploded out from his mouth, rushing forward and clashing with the bull.

The water droplets, as expected, exploded on contact and sent powerful shockwaves throughout the area.

The wind made Tyr slide back slightly, but he was unharmed.

The raging dragon fire tore through the bull, rushing toward the stage with the emperors and pillars.

With raised eyes of surprise, everyone quickly evacuated the stage.

The fire continued, reaching the other side of the arena before slamming into a wall and obliterating through it before finally calming down.

The emperors who had moved to the side looked at the impact of the fire, and then back at Tyr with slightly bewildered expressions.

“You… can use the flame of the dragon?” Karax said, seemingly puzzled with surprise.

‘A disastrous ability… even with our power, stopping Dragon Fire is not something in our capability… thankfully its speed is still uncultivated. However, if this young man were to become stronger, and master this flame, he would grow far too powerful to control,’ he thought to himself, raising his guard.

“We cannot afford to underestimate this boy,” Karax said, suddenly stepping forward.

“I will have to–” He was abruptly interrupted.

“NO!” Augustus’ voice, seething with rage, echoed from behind.

“If any emperor is going to butcher that brat, let it be me.” He glided forward.

Tyr stood back, preparing himself for the incoming attack of a damn emperor.

‘Tsk… how long will these factions take!?’ Ares remained quiet.

‘Master!’ Rudra instead spoke up, ‘Let me out… I will sacrifice my life so that you can escape.’

Tyr smirked slightly on hearing this.

‘I’m glad you are willing to do that… but unfortunately, your life will only be lost for no reason if I do that.’

Augustus unleashed his bloodlust onto Tyr.

Of course, Tyr felt no fear. However, despite not feeling fear, he still felt how powerful those waves of spiritual energy were.

‘He’s no joke…’ Tyr thought to himself.

Augustus disappeared out of nowhere, causing Tyr to dart his head around.

‘Above? Below?’ he questioned as he looked around.

“Die…” A stone-cold voice sounded from seemingly out of nowhere.

Tyr’s eyes expanded at that moment.

‘Fuck… I will have to use Disappear to get away. But… I don’t know if I can think clearly of transporting to another place on Subworld if I don’t have enough time. I need to have peace of mind to carefully envision where I want to go, or else I get teleported to another plane–‘

Tyr felt Augustus’ presence suddenly appear behind him, his eyes opening with shock.

Time seemed to slow down as he slowly turned his head past his shoulder, seeing a glimpse of Augustus’ face behind him.

The emperor’s hand was raised, thrusting toward Tyr’s back at an unfathomably quick speed.

‘Too… fast.’ These were Tyr’s last thoughts before Augustus’ hand made contact with his body.

BOOOM

Tyr was suddenly propelled across the arena like a fly swatted out of the air.

His entire body went limp for a second from the immense pressure and pain traversing through his body.

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‘But I’m… not that injured?’ he questioned as he slammed into a wall and landed on the floor, his nose bleeding slightly.

He quickly looked back to see what had happened, and that was when his jaw gaped wide open in shock.

Augustus’ hand had been stopped mid-attack, clutching by the grasp of an unknown figure.

Augustus was frozen in place, his hand shaking in struggle yet unmoving.

He looked at the tall man who was holding his hand with a confused and furious look.

‘Who is this!? Trying to move my hand feels like attempting to get it out from under a mountain!’

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The man who had appeared had a calm expression.

They had long blue hair and dull blue eyes.

Their attire was a mix of blue and white, and they looked to be no older than 35 in terms of age.

“You see…” Their deep voice echoed through the arena as the other emperors and powerful figures looked with a sense of awe and confusion.

The crowd was far more perplexed, not understanding what was going on whatsoever.

“I wanted to see if Tyr truly had a dragon within his possession. I came here as soon as I heard of this event, and had been patiently waiting for him to showcase any hint of a dragon related to him.”

The man paused, arising even more confusion within the minds of all onlookers.

“After seeing that brilliant flame, I cannot deny that it is anything short of a dragon.”

The man smiled largely as a powerful blast of spiritual energy exploded out from his being.

It was not only a high amount, but it was thick and convulsing with power.

It overwhelmed Augustus’ killing intent instantly, wiping it out as if it was nothing in comparison.

Each and every member of the crowd who was not at least an Expert Rank immediately passed out.

The others were crushed onto the floor from the strength, like ten mountains had piled onto their shoulders.

The pillars and other representatives from the empires fell to their knees, as the emperors nearly folded under the pressure as well.

Julius’ eyes were wide open in shock.

‘What is this power? It is incomprehensible. Right now, as I stand, I feel like even the slightest twitch will lead to my certain death.’

Karax Haou was no less bewildered.

‘A monster… a monster has come.’

“I am Lord Huevas Kane, Vice-Grandmaster of the Ten High Peak Faction within the northern continent of Eldraemar. Rulers of this land, heed my words carefully… resign immediately, or face the consequences of impending war.”

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