Above The Sky
Chapter 897 - 897 64 Bowing to Me 6600_3

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The Jiamu Sect has already swallowed up Zhenzhou and Tiechen Tribe.

If it weren’t for my constant secret communications with The Empire to avoid our tribe from suffering any loss and maintain our full strength, we too would have been obliterated like those two foolish tribes.”

This is indeed the truth.

Recently, with a Third Energy Level Chieftain, the Jiamu Sect has been rapidly expanding.

Tiechen Tribe and Zhenzhou Tribe are just the famous ones among the tribes it has devoured; many smaller tribes quietly disappeared, becoming part of it.

Due to Kode and the power of Fiery Flame Land, there wasn’t much reaction within the Independent Villagers Alliance in a short time; after all, a Third Energy Level indeed should have a corresponding ‘sphere of influence’.

This is something everyone tacitly agreed upon and were prepared for.

Jiamu Sect, no matter how big its appetite, could at most swallow up the Midra Autonomous Region.

They surely couldn’t go to other regions to forcibly claim territories, right?

But the Ronggang tribe couldn’t leave, and their future was indeed worrisome.

Realization dawned on them when their own chieftain pointed out this fact, and only then did the warriors, who had been blinded by tribal nationalism, calm down and somewhat comprehend their chieftain’s actions.

Yet, they remained silent, unsure of what to do.

Olay, seeing their reaction, knew that hurrying them would not do; although he didn’t care about the support rate, if he couldn’t make his people understand him, then the Ronggang tribe would be unable to keep up even if a new era was to arrive.

Just when he planned to strike while the iron was hot and reinforce his impression.

Suddenly, on the horizon, a bright and unmistakable meteor arc lit up.

Olay looked up, observing the direction of the red-silver flow of light; his expression was initially puzzled, but he quickly assumed an enlightened expression and laughed.

“Look!”

He raised his hand, casually pointing to the sky: “Kode is gone, Ironwing Dragon is absent, Avod’s Man Cliff is right before our front lines — at this point, the first Third Energy Level arriving on the battlefield is not the reinforcements from Fiery Flame Land, but the scion of the King of the Mountain!”

“From the beginning, we were the discarded children of Fiery Flame Land and Jiamu Sect; if they see us as worthless, why should we be responsible for them?”

The shock was not limited to the Ronggang tribe.

The entire Rebel Highlanders corps was panicked by the arrival of the unfamiliar dragon apparition.

Yes, basically none of them had seen the true face of the King of the Mountain’s child, but the majority of the chiefs knew that the King of the Mountain had a weak-bodied scion; though rarely seen, his aura was no different from the King of the Mountain’s.

And now, an Iron-forged True Dragon adorned in steel had descended onto the battlefield, not the Ironwing Dragon nor Kode, adding another Third Energy Level to the enemy.

This fact alone was enough to crush everyone’s morale.

Even some astute individuals were speculating that the disappearance of the Ironwing Dragon and Chief Kode might be related to this scion of the King of the Mountain…

“Could it be that Chief Kode and the Ironwing Dragon have been delayed and defeated by the King of the Mountain’s child?!”

A commander of the Rebel Highlanders exclaimed in alarm.

—Correct.

But not entirely.

If Ian knew what these highlanders were wildly guessing, he’d definitely agree loudly, even sparing their lives to continue spreading such rumors.

Yes, didn’t Sio kill all these people on his own?

What does it have to do with Ian?

At most, he just assisted from the sidelines, contributed a bit with potions and weapons!

But now, riding atop Sio, he arrived high above the battlefield, using Origin Quality to vibrate the air, issuing a proclamation as loud as thunder.

[I am Ian Silverpeak, Lord of Dawnshimmer Domain, Emissary of the Dragon God—Chief Kode Jiamu is dead, and his head is in my hand!]

[Rebellious Mountain Tribes, if you do not wish to suffer the swift punishment of the lightning, surrender immediately, cease your meaningless resistance, and avoid annihilation!]

Along with this declaration, the clouds in the sky also erupted with bursts of thunder, lightning streaks crisscrossing the heavens, even striking the earth, responding to the words of the Emissary of the Dragon God.

Of course, it was actually the Lightning Potion.

However, the rain clouds were already accumulating a lot of thunder, and Ian was merely redirecting it.

Hearing the declaration while looking up at the dragon’s shadow above, and seeing the artillery fire around them and their suddenly malfunctioning firearms in their hands, many highlander soldiers momentarily dazed before subconsciously stopping their attacks.

And at that moment, a figure descended vertically from the sky.

Without any impact-resistant posture or additional precautions, the figure dropped with the most standard upright stance from over a thousand meters in the air, crashing down in the middle of the battlefield, kicking up a huge splash of water and mud.

In an instant, whether it was nervousness or perplexity, fear or delight, both sides of the battle focused their attention on this spot.

And the young White Folk emerged from the mist of rain.

Waist-long white hair, pale blue pupils, a white cape with blue patterns fluttering in the wind amidst the rain and mud, yet remaining untouched by any filth.

Like a God walking in the Human Realm.

Stunned by his appearance, power, and stance, the entire battlefield fell silent for a moment, but soon, all the keen-eyed individuals saw what the young man was firmly clutching in his hand.

In his hand, he held aloft the head of Kode Jiamu, his eyes barely open.

“Cease fighting.

Or die.”

Ian stood upon the earth, looking around at all present, seemingly oblivious to being targeted by hundreds of firearms and several Alchemical Cannons, as if those tense highlander warriors were not aiming at him:

“The choice is in your own hands.”