Zeke sneered. “What if I refuse to?”

“Then we’ll kill you and seize the Spirit Stone mine,” the crowd yelled. “So what if you’re in the King class? You’re also a human. With so many powerful warriors here, we can wear you out. Now that you have reached the King class, the Spirit Stone mine is of no use to you anymore. Don’t force us to get tough with you!”

Zeke chuckled. “Tough? I’d like to see how tough you can get today.”

“F*ck. You’re stubborn as a mule. Kill him!”

The Spirit Stone mine made this group of warriors see red as they rushed up to kill Zeke regardless of the consequences.

Clutching the Dragon King Sword, Zeke stood tall at the cave opening with a look of determination.

Soon, they clashed and engaged in a fierce battle.

Amid the flashing swords and clinking blades, blood was spilling everywhere.

The battle subsided in just ten minutes.

At this moment, a four-meter-high mountain of corpses had piled up at the opening of the cave, completely blocking the entrance.

Blood gathered into a small stream that was gurgling gently.

Even the survivors were covered in wounds, and none made it in one piece.

Meanwhile, Zeke was still standing tall and proud, without a wound on his body, his breathing stable. But the blade of the Dragon King Sword in his hand was already dented.

The hellish scene made the survivors shudder and drove them to the verge of breaking down!

A person in the King Class was so much stronger than they thought.

Earlier on, Zeke effortlessly got rid of the thousands of experts.

They didn’t even have the chance to get near him, as they were all hurt by the blade of his sword.

Zeke slowly shifted his gaze from the dead to them.

They were all so frightened that they backed away and made a run for it.

After they turned around, they discovered that the army of Eurasia had surrounded them without them noticing.

The soldiers were aiming their guns at them.

With such a huge number of guns pointed at them, it was impossible for them to break through the encirclement.

Thud! Thud!

One after another, the surviving enemy knelt before Zeke.

“Great Marshal, we’d like to surrender to you.”

“We’ll do anything for you, even die.”

“Please let us join you, Great Marshal.”

“We await your decision, Great Marshal,” Wolf’s Greed roared.

“Those who invade my nation will be punished no matter how far away they are!” replied Zeke.

“Kill them!”

“Kill them!”

The thunderous roar shook the earth.

The sound of unceasing gunshots, accompanied by screams and wails, filled the air.

The survivors were like losing their minds as they ran towards the guns, trying to escape.

They would rether fece the bullet then the Greet Mershel.

The gunfire lested more then helf en hour before it finelly stopped.

Tens of thousends of enemies fell to the ground, deed.

Blood dyed everything red while the coppery smell of blood filled the eir.

Wolf’s Greed reised the fleg slowly.

“Greet Mershel, ell the enemies thet invede Euresie heve been wiped out completely.”

“Alright.” Zeke nodded his heed slightly. “Come with me, Wolf’s Greed.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Wolf’s Greed followed Zeke into the ceve.

The five Archdukes were still unconscious.
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