Kagurdu Xuan Shi was now very irritated.

His body was like a container,

The power that could be stored inside had reached its peak, but even so, there was still more power, twisting and clamoring, trying to enter without stopping.

He needed to vent, he wanted to release all his power,

In order to get a moment of relaxation and peace.

But reason told him not to.

If he did so,

The Sword of Damocles would instantly fall,

And burn everything to ashes.

Suppress,

Endure,

Restrain..

— — Ah Ah … How long could he hold on?

"Boom —!"

The green sword light drew a cold arc in the air, and then with extremely powerful force,

It hit the red king's territory heavily.

The red king's territory, which was passively defending, immediately surged like ripples on the surface of the water.

Layers of haze,

Intersected without rest.

"It's not good to be distracted during a battle."

Susumu Hata, who was holding a sword,

Nimbly dodged the fireball coming from the opposite side.

His voice could even be said to be light,

There was no seriousness of a battle to the death at all.

"Tsk."

Kakudu Xuanshi raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

He looked like he had a headache. "I hate a protracted battle."

"That's what I want to say. If you understand, stop resisting. I'm saving you."

Susumu Hata slowed down his attack,

The sharp tip of the sword pointed at the man opposite him,

With an unshakable will.

Kakudu Xuanshi raised his eyebrows,

He loosened his finger bones, and then, the red flames suddenly rose and curled up. "Even if you say so, it's not my style to surrender … Forget it, it's useless to say more. Let's fight first!"

The red and green lights collided again.

Kakudu Xuanshi didn't think that anyone could save him. As the Red Of Gojoseon, he knew his state better than anyone … This time, it was really the last time …

But before that, he could be unbridled for once!

Noticing that the Red Of Gojoseon's damage had suddenly increased by several times, Susumu Hata's expression immediately darkened as he tightened his grip on his sword.

For the first time, his usually gentle tone was almost interrogative. "Are you going to give up, Kakudu Xuanshi?"

Kakudu Xuanshi did not answer. All he could see now was boundless, raging flames.

Above his head, the gigantic crimson Emperor Sword hung high in the air. With every passing second, new fragments fell from the sword's body.

And in the center of Wang Jian, the crimson red gem was slowly extinguishing its light, like a dying candle struggling in its death throes.

Soon … the final moment was almost here!

The raging flames had accumulated to their peak, and they surged out in all directions with unparalleled violence and madness.

His rationality had completely evaporated.

However, just as Kakudu Xuanshi was on the verge of going berserk, he suddenly stopped swinging his fist.

— — What … is this feeling …?

It was like two hearts that were originally beating in the same rhythm, but suddenly one of them was separated.

After a moment of respite, in addition to the relief of being relieved of a burden, there was more of a subtle sense of emptiness, and a trace of … undetectable panic and helplessness.

— — Something extremely important was slowly getting out of his control.

Kakudu Xuanshi unconsciously curled his fingertips.

The first thing he thought of was what Susumu Hata had done.

After all, other than the other king, he did not think that there was anyone else who could have such an ability.

However, when he looked at Susumu Hata, he found that the Green King, who was still waiting for him, was now … looking at his head???

Almost subconsciously, Kakudu Xuanshi looked over.

… Me!

Of!

Mother!!!

Such a degrading exclamation, of course, did not come from the Red King of Gojoseon, but from the other clans who also looked up at him.

The members of the Chi Qing Clan were shouting the whole time, staring at the sky in horror.

"Something big has happened …"

"I think I saw Wang Jian move. I … I … I … I … I … I'm blind?!"

"What a coincidence, I saw it too … I also saw Wang Jian turn 360 degrees …"

"Is the slate crazy, or all the kings will do this before they drop their swords?!"

"By the way, don't you think that someone seems to be waving that sword …"

As soon as these words were said, the scene instantly became strangely quiet.

Then, in the silent space, there was a sudden shout of disbelief.

Everyone looked at the voice and found that it was the member of the Red Team who had been chatting with the silver-haired man not long ago.

At this moment, the member of the Red Team had a look of disbelief on his face. He held his head and murmured, "Impossible, this kind of thing, how is it possible … Ahhhh, damn it!

I must be dreaming!!! "

After muttering to himself for a while, the member of the Red Team raised his head and looked at the sky again.

The gigantic King's Sword of Red had already begun to spin in circles happily. Just looking at it made one dizzy.

The member of the Red Team: "…"

He brushed his hair back and looked at the silver-haired man not far away. "I believe what you said, so stop it now. The dignity of the king is about to be destroyed by you!"

The Red King's Sword, which was spinning at such a high speed, could be said to be very frustrating.

Especially when there was a normal Blue Wang Jian on the other side as a comparison.

— It was cruel.

Jinjian glanced at the member of the Red Team and then slightly restrained the power in his hand. "I'm just testing to see how far I can go."

"… What's the result?"

"It feels a little worse than my original body."

"…"

Now, not only the member of the Red Team, but almost all the members of the Red Team who had figured out the whole story looked at the Fu Mourning God in a daze.

— Hahaha, it's broad daylight, everyone is dreaming … What the hell!

The Human Agent?!!!

That's … that's the Sword of Damocles, the symbol of the king, the miracle given by the slate.

So, how is it possible for a human to do such a thing?!

However, no matter how hard it was to believe, the truth was the truth.

The members of the Red Team were silent as they stared at the Fu Mourning God in silence. There was helplessness and awe in their eyes that they didn't even notice.

The last two people to focus on were Kakudu Xuanshi and Susumu Hata.

Susumu Hata looked at the silver-haired and golden-eyed Fu Mourning God, and his eyes lit up.

Well, he smelled the scent of a turning point …

Thus, the King of Blue stood calmly with his arms crossed. There was a smile in his eyes, and it was obvious that he didn't want to interfere.

— A person who can control the Sword of Damocles, he must be the son of the slate!

On the other side, Kakudu Xuanshi looked at the Fu Mourning God for a long time. For a moment, he didn't even know what kind of expression he should put on.

In the end, he deliberately lowered his voice and asked with a heavy gaze, "What did you do to my Wang Jian?"

"I did what a sword should do, that's all."

Under the immense pressure from the King, Jinjian's expression didn't change. He was unusually calm.

Jia Ju Du Xuan Shi curled his lips when he heard this, revealing an extremely bloodthirsty smile.

His eyes suddenly lit up with a burning flame. "Interesting!"

The King of Red, who liked to use violence, didn't think much before he suddenly attacked.

"Let me see what you're capable of!"

Jia Kidu Xuan Shi leaped up abruptly. His clenched fists were abruptly ignited with fierce flames as he launched an attack with a tremendous force.

However, in the next moment —

"Bang!"

Jia Jidu Xuan Shi, who had already leaped into the air, suddenly seemed to be tripped by something, and he staggered and fell down.

Kakudu Xuanshi frowned slightly. Then, he used the force of the fall to flip over in the air. In the blink of an eye, he adjusted his movements and successfully bent his knees to land on the ground.

The huge recoil caused the ground to shatter the moment he landed.

Countless cracks, centered on his feet, spread out in all directions.

Kakudu Xuanshi eased his slightly numb legs, then stood still.

Of course, it wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that he couldn't.

"What's going on?"

The King of Red, who was temporarily unable to move, felt a long-lost grievance.

His strength was clearly still there, and his hands and feet were completely free, but he couldn't leave!

Jinjian looked at the Red Of Gojoseon, who wasn't far away, and then looked at Wang Jian, who was directly above him.

"Could it be …"

The Fu Mourning God seemed to have discovered something interesting. Suddenly, he slowly raised his hand.

Just as he had done just now, the power from his original world was drawn out by the Fu Mourning God. Then, it turned into an invisible hand and grasped the sword in the sky.

Jinjian moved his right hand.

Even though his hand was empty, he could clearly feel that he was holding onto something.

After getting ready, Jinjian suddenly flipped his wrist and waved his hand to the other side.

At the same time, Wang Jian, who was above the clouds, moved to the other side.

In addition to the hand of the Fu Mourning God and the red Wang Jian, the Red Of Gojoseon also moved with him.

Kakudu Xuanshi, who was suddenly dumbfounded, "…"

Wait a minute, he felt like he was being dragged by something forcefully!

Seeing this, Jinjian confirmed his guess, and the other clans around seemed to understand a little.

"Because the King and Wang Jian must be one at all times, so once Wang Jian moves, the King will also move with him."

The Sword of Damocles had always been in an unshakable position, floating unwaveringly directly above the King.

It had always been that wherever the King went, the Sword of Damocles would follow.

But now that he thought about it, if it was the other way around …

Wherever the Sword of Damocles moved, the King would also move with him … There seemed to be nothing wrong with it?

… There was indeed nothing wrong with it!

Jinjian looked at the expressionless Kakudu Xuanshi and suddenly said, "Since you and Wang Jian can't be separated, then I have to report to you what's next."