Chapter 223: Chapter 200: Drastic Change, a Qualitative Leap

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「Celestial Race Royal City.」

The Celestial Race King Mu Ying’s face was ashen.

The first to descend was a sword that fell from the sky. It plunged into the Celestial Race Royal City. A figure appeared with it, seated calmly on the hilt.

The Beastman Sword Saint!

"ROAR!"

The Beast Race army cheered and fell to their knees in unison.

"Ancestor, the Celestial Race and the Dark Night Elf Clan conspired to deceive us! We ask that you uphold justice for us!" the Beast Race Prince also knelt. The Beastman Sword Saint had stood for nearly a century without dying; he was a true blade.

The second to arrive was one of the Winged People.

He possessed a pair of golden wings, and his eyes shone with a golden light. His mere presence exuded an immense, oppressive aura.

The members of the Winged Race fell to their knees.

"Ancestor, the Prince was killed by the Celestial Race!"

"As the Prince’s guards, you failed to protect him. You all deserve to die!" the Winged Person said, his tone glacial.

"We can die, but please, Ancestor, you must avenge the Prince and find the murderer!"

"Six Wings! I’m here! Are you not coming out?!" The Winged Person ignored the kneeling Winged Race Warriors and let out a long, piercing cry.

The cry rang out.

The guards on the walls of the Celestial Race Royal City all covered their ears as blood trickled from their mouths and noses.

"Insolent! If it weren’t out of respect for the Beastman Sword Saint, do you think a bird like you is worthy of making me appear?" A light shone from the top of the white tower.

A sacred hymn began to sound.

It was as if countless Angels were chanting.

The cry from the Winged Person was instantly suppressed. Then, a phantom image appeared above the white tower—the figure of a Celestial God.

Soon, the image solidified.

A middle-aged man stood floating in mid-air.

And behind him, astonishingly, were six wings as white as snow—a Six-winged Angel of the Celestial Race. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Ancestor!"

The members of the Celestial Race bowed in salute.

Even the Celestial Race King, Mu Ying, knelt on one knee.

"Six Wings, you killed my clan’s Prince. What is your explanation for this?" The Winged Person’s face turned cold, but he showed no intention of attacking immediately.

"There are still old friends on the way. Bird Wings, it won’t hurt to wait a moment, will it?" The Six-winged Angel did not approach the Royal City’s walls, but simply stood quietly above the white tower.

"Hmph!" The Winged Person snorted lightly.

The Beastman Sword Saint, however, remained silent, sitting peacefully on the city wall.

Soon, a third figure arrived.

Then a fourth, a fifth...

In the end, thirteen had come.

Thirteen of the Strongest stood above the Celestial Race Royal City, their presence extraordinary.

"Heh heh, I didn’t expect so many old friends to visit at once. My Celestial Race is truly overjoyed. Since you’ve come as guests, please, join me in the white tower for a cup of wine. As for other matters, we can leave them to the younger generation to handle." The Six-winged Angel spoke again. At the same time, a beam of white light shot out from the top of the tower.

"VMMMM!"

A floating bridge of light materialized in the sky.

It stretched all the way to the gates of the Celestial Race’s city.

"Drink? Six Wings, you’ve got some nerve. The Winged Race lost a Prince, and you think you can dismiss us with a cup of cheap wine?!" the Winged Person spoke again, showing no intention of stepping onto the bridge.

The other Strongest remained equally unmoved.

All thirteen of the Strongest stared at the Six-winged Angel above the white tower.

"It seems you haven’t come as guests, then?" The Six-winged Angel chuckled.

"Mu Liu... it’s rare for old folks like us to gather. If you truly wish to invite us for a drink, you ought to show some sincerity," the Beastman Holy Sword chuckled as well.

"Sincerity?" Mu Liu’s gaze turned slightly cold. The phantom image behind him appeared once more, but this time, it radiated a brilliant golden light.

Like a true Celestial God, it emanated an unparalleled majesty.

"This matter must be resolved. Come out on your own!"

"BOOM!"

Two figures shot out from the Sixth Prince’s palace.

One was the Sixth Prince, but he was currently bathed in blood. The one carrying him was Huo Gu, Commander of the Great Angel Army.

The two figures landed on the city wall.

Huo Gu knelt on one knee.

"Is this enough?" Mu Liu asked again.

"Mu Liu’s style hasn’t changed a bit in decades!" The Winged Person gritted his teeth. He looked like he wanted to say more but ultimately remained silent, merely turning his head to the side, his expression grim and cold.

"I’ve said it. All who come are guests. And since you are guests, please, enter the white tower for a cup of wine. If you don’t... then in a couple of days, I, Mu Liu, will visit your territories for a drink. How about it? Everyone... will you grant me this honor?" As he finished, Mu Liu gestured again toward the floating bridge of light.

"Hahaha, you old undying bastard, you sure talk a lot. Since it’s come to this... I’ll do you the favor and have a drink!" the Beastman Sword Saint suddenly laughed. He then strode onto the floating bridge.

The other figures exchanged glances and, one by one, also stepped onto the bridge.

No one spoke another word.

Even the Winged Person eventually gritted his teeth, stepped onto the floating bridge, and walked into the white tower.

As for the Sixth Prince Mueller on the city wall, his face was pale.

"Ancestor! Father! I really didn’t do anything, I swear! I didn’t try to steal the bride! I was framed! They framed me!"

"Shut up!" The Celestial Race King Mu Ying raised his hand and slapped him across the face. Then, his gaze shifted to the Elf Queen. "Queen Una, since this matter originated with my Celestial Race, it should be concluded by my Celestial Race. The Seventh Princess is a witness, so she will remain as a guest of the Celestial Race for the time being. What are your thoughts?"

"Very well." Elf Queen Una nodded.

"The Princes of the other races may enter the city to rest. My Celestial Race has always been a sincere host. As for the rest of you... make camp outside the city walls," the Celestial Race King Mu Ying announced.