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Inside the royal palace of Fensville.
Gilmore said to Huston, “Your Majesty, I’ll be right back.”
With that, he vanished with the swiftness of a falcon in flight.
Huston, Amy, and Yacouba–everyone–hadn’t caught even a glimpse of how Gilmore disappeared.
Amazement was an understatement for what they felt, “He was incredibly fast!”
Then it clicked–they realized that Gilmore’s sudden disappearance meant he was off to confront the Ice Venerable Master.
At this moment, around dozens of miles away from Fensville, amidst a range of mountains.
The Ice Venerable Master, the eight Ice Kings, and tens of thousands of the ice army were suspended over the mountains, cornered with no way out, much like beasts ensnared in a trap.
“What should we do, venerable master?” the Ice Kings asked in a panic, as they saw the 30–mile radius enclosed by the formation.
For a moment, the Ice Venerable Master was at a loss for words.
Ever since the Ice Cone was destroyed by Gilmore, he had lost his trump card.
Relying solely on his own power, there was no way he could break through the light wall that encircled them and the dome above.
He even felt that this formation was more powerful than the Demon Formation.
What to do next?
The Ice Venerable Master didn’t have an answer.
Apart from struggling like a dying beast, he couldn’t think of any other way out.
After a long silence, the Ice Venerable Master looked up at the eight Ice Kings and said, “My Ice Kings, today we might be facing our doom.
“I never imagined that my plan for revenge would lead our Ice Clan to the brink of extinction.
“I’ve failed you all, failed our entire Ice Clan.”
Upon hearing the Ice Venerable Master’s words, the eight Ice Kings and all the warriors of the ice army were engulfed in a wave of sorrow.
They knew that even the Ice Venerable Master had no means to lead them out of this dire situation.
As the shadow of death loomed, and the extinction of the Ice Clan seemed imminent, they were understandably heartbroken.
The Ice Kings said to the Ice Venerable Master, “Venerable master, even if today is the day we perish, we harbor no regrets.
“To have lived and died alongside you is an honor that fills us with pride.”
These were the sentiments etched deep in their hearts. For ten millennia, they had been the trusted followers of the Ice
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It was he who had raised thein to the stature of the eight Ice Kings, bestowing upon them rank, power, and wealth.
And for that, they were prepared to face life and death with him.
The Ice Venerable Master was deeply moved.
In such a hopeless moment, to hear that the eight Ice Kings remained unwavering in their loyalty was touching.
He looked at them and said, “With your words, my noble Ice Kings, I can face death without regret.”
As his words faded, the tens of thousands of soldiers of the ice tribe’s army raised their arms and cried out with a passion that shook the heavens, “We will follow you to death, venerable master!”
“We pledge our lives to you, venerable master!”
“Long live the Venerable Master, long live the Ice Clan!”
The Ice Venerable Master nodded to them all, “Very well, today we shall face death together. And even in death, let us leave our foes reeling and rivers stained with their blood.”
The ice army’s warriors responded with a thunderous cheer, “The Ice Clan will prevail!”
A cold gleam flashed in the Ice Venerable Master’s eyes. If there was no escape, then he would ensure their enemies perished with them.
Just then, with a thunderous disruption in the air, a burst of light appeared less than 35 feet above where the Ice Venerable Master was floating.
He instantly shifted his gaze skyward to see the light that had emerged in the void, gradually dissipating.
And then, a figure emerged in the void.
It was a young man, suspended in mid–air, exuding an overwhelming
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The Ice Venerable Master and the eight Ice Kings instantly recognized him as Gilmore.
Gilmore looked at the Ice Venerable Master and said, “The vows you’ve taken are indeed tragic.
“But escaping today is not in the cards for you.
“Of course, it’s also impossible for you to take down the citizens and the emperor of the Golden Tower Empire with you.” The Ice Venerable Master didn’t want to hear this, but he had to admit to himself that Gilmore indeed possessed the power to make it so they could neither flee nor harm the emperor and his subjects of the Golden Tower Empire.
However, faced with a desperate situation, retreating was akin to embracing death.
Steeling himself, the Ice Venerable Master defied Gilmore, “Even if you are mighty, our Ice Clan will not sit idle awaiting death, nor will we dishonor ourselves by surrendering to the Golden Tower Empire.”
Gilmore offered a slight smile, “What do you propose then?”
Through gritted teeth, the Ice Venerable Master declared, “We will fight until our last breath!”
“No, you only have one path to life – surrender to me, and your Ice Clan will survive,” Gilmore countered.
“Impossible!” the Ice Venerable Master asserted resolutely.
The eight Ice Kings and all the warriors of the ice tribe also had an unyielding light in their eyes.
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Gilmore, addressing the Ice Venerable Master, proposed, “Alright, if you don’t want to surrender, that’s your choice. Then defeat me.
“If you defeat me, not only can you leave, but I also won’t stand in your way in any future conflicts with the Golden Tower Empire.”
A fierce light flickered in the Ice Venerable Master’s eyes, “Fine, even in death, I shall battle you.”
Knowing that the battle would likely end in defeat, the Ice Venerable Master, as the ten–millennia– old venerable master of the Ice Clan, would rather die than yield to Gilmore.
Whoosh!
The Ice Venerable Master’s figure shot up like lightning, soaring to the same heights in the sky as Gilmore. But at that moment, with a whooshing sound, eight figures rapidly appeared by the Ice Venerable Master’s side.
The eight figures were none other than the eight Ice Kings.
They looked at the Ice Venerable Master with resolve and said, “Venerable master, let us join you in this fight.”
However, the Ice Venerable Master furrowed his brow and replied, “Stand down. Though I may not be stronger than him, I have pledged a one–on–one battle and I intend to keep my word
“Otherwise, I’d lose face beyond redemption.”
The eight Ice Kings showed signs of urgency. At such a critical juncture, what value was there in a promise or saving face?
Wasn’t the most important thing to defeat the formidable enemy and escape from this perilous situation?
The Purple Robe Ice King pleaded with the Ice Venerable Master, “Vene
master, please let us fight alongside you.
“We vowed to share life and death together.”
The Ice Venerable Master was about to stop them when Gilmore’s voice rang out, “Ice Venerable Master, listen well, I don’t need your promise.
“Let the eight Ice Kings join you. The outcome will be the same for me, but this has nothing to do with keeping promises.
“Come at me together. Otherwise, you alone might not withstand my second move.”
Hearing this, the Ice Venerable Master was nearly fuming with rage. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
Gilmore was implying that he couldn’t even survive a second move against him.
This wasn’t just disrespect; it was utter contempt.
The Ice Venerable Master had lived for ten thousand years and never had he been so belittled.
So with a glint of icy resolve in his eyes, he turned to the eight Ice Kings, “My fellow Ice Kings, strike with me. We must defeat him.”
Failing to defeat Gilmore would be an unbearable blot on the Ice Venerable Master’s honor.
With a unified cry, the eight Ice Kings followed the Ice Venerable Master in an assault on Gilmore.
Together, their attack sent shockwaves through the air, unleashing a terrifying force that seemed to press down on heaven and earth itself!