Decanus looked at the silent crowd, a cold smirk playing on his lips.
“Does Allardland have anyone who could fight?
Send someone capable out. Are you lot looking down on me that you sent some Tom, Dick, and Harry to deal with me? Where’s your king? Send someone with some power out here.”
His words were like poisonous needles, injecting pain into every subject of Allardland.
Allardland had existed for thousands of years and boasted a population of millions, but it was then being trampled underfoot by a mere teenager, with no one daring to utter a word in protest.
“Why have the celestials, who are beyond arrogant and view all beings as mere ants, now come to show off in the insignificant Ethereal Realm? Doesn’t this mean that the celestials have fallen and could only resort to flaunting their might in some low-plane realms?”
A voice slowly echoed from the surrounding rubble. Following a series of sounds of crumbling debris, a man in tattered clothes and looking no better than a beggar rose to his feet.
The man was clad from head to toe in patched clothes. His hair was a disheveled and dry mess, laden with copious amounts of dust and obscured most of his face.
With a slightly curved wooden stick in hand, he used it to support himself as he walked out of the rubble.
Everyone’s gaze shifted to the beggar who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
No one recognized him. However, Jared stared at him intently.
From the beggar’s words, he knows about the existence of celestials. Yet, he doesn’t appear to be an Ethereal Realm cultivator. Perhaps he’s a celestial realm cultivator who was trapped here in by the Heaven and Earth Array during the Celestial Battle!
“Grand protector?” Nate promptly cried out, suddenly looked surprised just then.
Upon hearing the word grand protector, everyone from Allardland was taken aback. Then, they all knelt in reverence before the beggar.
Jared was somewhat startled. He quickly asked, “Why are you all kneeling, Your Highness?”
“You may not be aware of this, Mr. Chance, but this grand protector is the savior of Allardland. Even now, we have Grand Protector Hall here, built to commemorate him. Back during the Celestial Battle, Allardland suffered a devastating blow. Fortunately, a celestial lord intervened, preserving a part of the country’s foundation that we managed to develop Allardland to its current state today. Therefore, Allardland established a monastery, where we venerated the grand protector who saved us every day. Unexpectedly, the person standing before us now is him in person,” Cedric explained.
At that moment, Jared could also tell for sure that the beggar before them was indeed from the celestial realm.
However, the beggar didn’t pay any attention to the citizens of Allardland kneeling before him. Instead, his eyes were fixed intently on Jared.
Noticing that, Jared felt a bit unnerved, for he had no idea why the man was staring at him.
“D*mn, I could hardly recognize this old fart when he looks so much like a beggar now,” Vermilion Demon Lord cursed just then.
“You know this man, Mr. Vermilion?” Jared asked.
“Of course. His name is Leonidas, but everyone refers to him as Master Leonidas. I’ve met him a couple of times,” Vermilion Demon Lord replied.
“So, you’re friends with him, Mr. Vermilion?” Jared was overjoyed.
If that’s the case, I can leverage his connection with Leonidas to go up against Demon Seal Alliance!
“Friends?” Vermilion Demon Lord snorted coldly. “Is he worthy of being my friend? He’s but a piece of trash.”
Taken aback, Jared was instantly rendered speechless.
“Leonidas, I never thought you’d be in Allardland as well.”
At just that moment, Inmensas recognized the beggar before him. He quickly stepped forward and greeted the man.
Upon hearing his voice, Leonidas finally shifted his gaze away from Jared.
“Inmensas, you’re surprisingly still alive. And you couldn’t return to the celestial realm either. That’s great,” he remarked with a slight smile after laying eyes on Inmensas.
“Cut it out. You’d better take down this little brat in front of us. Otherwise, neither of us would be able to survive,” Inmensas asserted, pointing at Decanus instead of engaging in idle chatter with the man.
