Because of the Wang Jian hanging in the sky,

The location of the King of Red was immediately exposed.

It was probably not far from the political headquarters,

On another island.

There was no connecting road in the middle, nor was there any means of transportation that could be borrowed.

But for Jinjian, this did not cause him any trouble at all.

Jinjian stood at the edge of the man-made island. He confirmed the approximate location, and after a moment of accumulation,

He suddenly leaped high into the air and soared into the air.

The corner of Fu Mourning God's clothes fluttered in the wind,

It fluttered.

His long silver hair was like a flash of starlight firefly,

After a moment of surprise,

Suddenly, he disappeared without a trace.

Throughout the entire process, except for the occasional landing on the surface of the sea,

He used the water to borrow power,

He could no longer capture his afterimage. It was so faint and fast that it was like an illusion.

And as he approached his destination,

The scarlet Emperor Sword, which was originally a bit blurry, finally became clearer and clearer.

"The state of that sword,

Is very bad. "

Fu Mourning God muttered in a low voice,

In that pair of golden eyes, a huge sword was reflected —

Not long ago, when he looked at it from afar, he could still imagine its wonderful workmanship,

It was magnificent and imposing.

But now that he saw it up close,

He could clearly feel that,

This King's Sword was already in a very bad situation.

Other than the basic skeleton of the sword, its body was full of dense cracks, and there were even scattered debris floating around.

Even the central gem, which was supposed to be shining, seemed to be in poor contact. The red light was intermittent, and it was getting dimmer and dimmer.

At this time, Jinjian could already confirm that the so-called fallen sword was really going to happen.

After another leap to the top of the trajectory, Jinjian had successfully reached the top of the island.

He looked down in midair, then picked a convenient place to observe, and quietly landed.

Jinjian chose a small hillside. The field of vision here was very wide, enough for him to take in the scenery around him.

For example, the red-haired man standing below Wang Jian not far away.

With this man as the center, the atmosphere in that area could be said to be fiery and extremely "lively".

He saw a red-haired man with a broken Wang Jian on his head, confronting a man in a blue uniform.

Not far behind the two of them, there were two groups of people who clearly stood on different sides. They were obviously the followers of both sides.

Or, in more technical terms, these people were the clans of the royal family.

At this moment, the identities of the two people standing in front of the crowd and confronting each other seemed to be very clear.

The King of Red, Kakudu Xuanshi.

The King of Blue, Susumu Hata.

One symbolized violence and hot-bloodedness, while the other symbolized order and restraint.

It was only natural that these two kings, who kept each other in check and balance, would clash at this final moment.

The Azure King and the Red Of Gojoseon hadn't started fighting yet. Both sides seemed to still be negotiating.

But it was obvious that they couldn't come to an agreement in the end.

This was because a few seconds later, a brand new King's Sword flashing with a green light appeared in the sky, facing off against the red sword from before.

The two swords, one green and one red, flickered with a dangerous brilliance because of the soaring power of their respective kings.

They opened their own king's territory and collided fiercely.

Arcs of electricity flowed through the intersection, like dragons and snakes tearing at each other.

The two kings fought in full swing, and the battle was intense.

Jinjian quietly admired for a while, then found the right time to jump down from the hillside.

He didn't directly jump into the battle circle.

After all, in his opinion, a good enough battle should be respected, and interrupting the other party midway was quite rude.

Therefore, Jinjian chose the back of the two kings as his landing point, which was where the clans were.

The king's opponent was only the king.

When a battle broke out between the kings, even the clans that followed them couldn't interfere in the slightest.

Therefore, when Jinjian jumped down, what he saw was both clans stomping their feet anxiously, but there was nothing they could do.

"Damn it, the Red Of Gojoseon's strength is on the verge of self-destruction!

If this goes on, if this goes on … "

The eyes of the people in the Green Group were bloodshot, afraid that their king would be implicated.

On the other side, the people in the Red Group had already widened their eyes and roared angrily. Obviously, they were very unhappy with the words of their sworn enemy. "The Red Of Gojoseon won't self-destruct. Do you want to be beaten up?!"

However, even though the Red Group said so, they tried their best to look disdainful, but —

Their tightly clenched hands and their suddenly raised and trembling voices still exposed the panic and uneasiness in their hearts that they could not suppress.

After all, Wang Jian could reflect the state of the kings the most truthfully.

And now, that tattered red sword all showed that Kakudu Xuanshi was really on the verge of reaching his limit.

Facing such a situation, the people in the Green Group didn't say anything for the first time.

They just looked at each other deeply, and then silently looked away.

And this time, as soon as their eyes drifted, something happened — —

"… You, who are you?!"

The member of the Green Group who first noticed the abnormality suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him in disbelief. "How did you get here … No, no, when did you get here?!"

Unknowingly, a man with silver hair and golden eyes appeared here.

At this moment, the man was with the Red and Green Group, looking up at the two swords that were fiercely colliding in the sky.

His appearance was simply too calm, as if he wasn't an unknown uninvited guest at all, but the original owner of this place.

As the members of the Green Group exclaimed in surprise, more and more people noticed this place.

The Red and Green Group looked at each other in surprise, and then they knew that both sides didn't know this guy.

In short, the other party was not from the king's clan.

"… Hey."

After a second of strange silence, a member of the Green Group stepped out and said, "Although I don't know how you got here, as you can see, it's very dangerous here now. Unrelated people should leave quickly."

Unlike the Red Group, which was more inclined towards the underworld, the Green Group's full name was "Tokyo Law Bureau's Household Registration Department Fourth Room". On the surface, it was an external agency that belonged to the government, but in reality, it was a security agency that dealt with outsiders (espers).

This suspicious guy who suddenly appeared, if it was any other time, they would probably catch him for tea, but at this juncture, these things were obviously no longer important.

So almost without hesitation, the members of the Green Group pulled a long face and told this guy who seemed to be watching the show to hurry up and escape. Don't stay here and do stupid things.

Otherwise, if he was affected, it wouldn't be as simple as a serious injury.

They didn't know if it was because their words had some effect, but the man who had been silently looking up suddenly turned his head, and thus, the face that was originally half-hidden in the light was completely revealed.

The Red and Green Clan: "…"

Although they knew that the opportunity was not right, this person, why did he look … so …

The impact of facing the other person's appearance made everyone's brain crash for a moment, and they didn't know how to describe it.

Their mouths opened and closed a few times, but in the end, they couldn't make a sound. All of the exclamations exploded in their hearts.

But fortunately, it was only a momentary loss of control.

With far greater self-control than ordinary people, everyone quickly recovered from their dazed thoughts. After regaining their senses, they once again turned their attention to the two kings who were still fighting to the death.

"They are very powerful."

Suddenly, a cold and pleasant voice sounded in their ears. The closest member of the Red Group glanced over and found that it was the strange man who spoke.

Although it was strange that the other party didn't leave, good-looking people were not easy to hate. Besides …

"Isn't that obvious?"

Because it was a compliment to their king, the members of the Red Group did not hide the fanaticism and pride on their faces. They grinned with pride and said, "That's our king!"

The eyes of the members of the Red Group lit up. It was as if there was a burning flame inside, shining with absolute loyalty and faith.

When the rest of the clan members saw this, it was as if they were infected by this high emotion. For a moment, their blood was boiling, and their hearts were surging. The previous depression and panic from before were swept away.

However, in the face of this unusually excited clan, the silver-haired man with golden eyes only glanced at them, then said lightly —

"I'm not talking about the people, but the swords."

The members of the Red Group were stunned when they heard this. They slowly thought about the other party's words, and then they reacted — —

They are very powerful.

I'm not talking about the people, but the swords.

So, the one who was really praised was not the king, but Wang Jian?!

"How, how can there be such a thing."

Probably because they felt that it was too strange, the members of the Red Group couldn't help but refute: "Wang Jian is the king's thing. Saying that Wang Jian is powerful is saying that the king is powerful."

The Sword of Damocles was born with the birth of the king, and disappeared with the death of the king.

Every sword was unique and was the symbol of the power of the king.

Since ancient times, this was something that everyone firmly believed without a doubt.

Therefore, no one would ever separate the king and Wang Jian.

In everyone's eyes, the two had always been one.

Probably because they felt that their words were absolutely persuasive, the members of the Red Group looked at the man in a competitive manner, but they only heard the other party chuckle.

"For the king, the Sword of Damocles is just a symbol. They have never been used, right?"

During this period of observation, Jinjian had already discovered that the king had always been using the power given by the slate, such as the powerful physical body and the flame of the Red Of Gojoseon.

However, as a gift from the slate, Wang Jian, which was originally not to be ignored, was only regarded as a symbol, a physical indicator to observe the state of the king. Other than that, there was no other use.

The members of the Red Group thought for a moment and expressed that they didn't understand, so they directly asked: "Then according to what you mean, what is considered to be using it?"

"Do you still need to say it?"