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The Ice Venerable Master indeed possessed a remarkable spiritual weapon.

It was a significant reason he could emerge from the Storm’s Eye after ten thousand years.

Of course, he would never resort to using this spiritual weapon unless it was a matter of life and death.

Having reached a decision with the eight Ice Kings, the Ice Venerable Master stepped out of his cavernous retreat. With a command, he led tens of thousands of his ice clan’s warriors toward Fensville.

In the Fensville of the Golden Tower Empire.

In the cloudless sky, the sun was shining brightly.

Inside the city, it was business as usual with bustling streets, the hustle and bustle of crowds, and a lively atmosphere.

Unbeknownst to everyone, a calamity had already entered the borders of the Golden Tower Empire and was about to descend upon Fensville.

Street vendors hawked their wares loudly and enthusiastically.

In the taverns, young nobles clinked their cups merrily.

In the theatre, beautiful courtesans plucked their musical instruments with delicate grace.

And on a bridge, a lady of high birth, unmatched in elegance, watched a pair of ducks frolicking in the water below, her maid holding an umbrella over her. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Everything was as picturesque and natural as could be.

But just then, the sky, which had been clear moments ago, suddenly darkened.

This odd shift made everyone–the shouting vendors, the merry young nobles, the courtesan, the lady on the bridge–look up in surprise.

Then, they saw dark clouds rolling in the sky at some point.

The sky filled with a sudden oppressiveness, as if storm clouds were pressing directly upon Fensville.

“Eh, what’s with the weather? It was clear as far as the eye could see, and now it’s suddenly covered in clouds?” a vendor grumbled, his brow furrowed as he gazed at the overcast sky above.

“Folks, looks like we’re in for a downpour, huh?” slurred a slightly drunken young noble in the tavern, his gaze listless as he stared into the sky.

The courtesan in the theatre, her fingers dancing across the strings, felt a wave of melancholy wash over her as she watched the sky grow dark. The weather seemed as foul as the hand fate had dealt her.

And on the bridge, the maid holding the umbrella saw the clouds gathering thick and fast, and couldn’t help but urge her young lady, “Miss, let’s hurry back! It’s going to start raining any minute now!”

Similarly, within the palace of Fensville, the imperial guards stood in formidable rows, their blades a forest of steel, ready

for battle.

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In front of a grand hall in the palace, surrounded by tens of thousands of these imperial guards, stood Huston, Amy, Yacouba, Gilmore, Lilian, Claire, and Christine.

Their gazes were all fixed upon the tumultuous dark clouds overhead.

A chilling aura of malice pressed down on them.

They all sensed the oppressive killing intent.

They knew the Ice Clan army was approaching.

Above them, indeed, the Ice Clan army was arriving, riding the clouds, silently drawing near above Fensville.

“Mr. Reed, the Ice Clan army is upon us!” Yacouba’s eyes sparked as he turned to Gilmore.

Huston and Amy also looked to Gilmore.

In their eyes, the only one who could stand against the Ice Venerable Master and his army was Gilmore.

Gilmore was their only beacon of hope.

Gilmore’s face was the epitome of calm.

He observed the roiling clouds above and the dense ranks of the Ice Clan army without a hint of anxiety.

“There’s no need for worry, Your Majesty, Your Highness, General,” he assured.

“I have laid the Demon Formation throughout the entire Fensville, and there’s also the Cosmic Star Formation protecting the palace. If the Ice Venerable Master can break through these two formations, then it will be time for me to act.”

Huston, Amy and Yacouba, upon hearing Gilmore’s words, felt a profound sense of relief.

Meanwhile, the citizens of Fensville had become painfully aware of the sprawling army above them in the darkened sky, with their swords ready and their aura menacing.

Panic spread among the people of Fensville.

“Oh no, there’s an army in the sky!”

“Where did this

army

come from?”

“No matter where this army has come from, it must be here to attack Fensville!”

Soon, the townsfolk scattered, disappearing into their homes to hide.

The streets of Fensville emptied in the blink of an eye, leaving only the patrolling soldiers visible on the city walls.

Above the dark clouds, the Ice Venerable Master gazed down at Fensville with a glint of cold light in his eyes. He then turned to the eight Ice Kings and commanded, “Lead five thousand of our elite troops and test the city’s defenses.”

The eight Ice Kings bowed and responded, “As you wish, venerable master.”

With that, they led the elite force of five thousand downward toward Fensville.

Shouts and the clash of weapons filled the air, a cacophony against the once peaceful sky.

The Ice Venerable Master had sent them to probe the city’s defenses, wanting to know if the Fensvale was protected by

formations.

If formations were indeed inplace, the loss incurred by this elite force would be much smaller compared to a full–scale assault.

The eight Ice Kings, shrouded in a blizzard of their own making led the charge of five thousand elite warriors towards the city below.

But as they neared Fensville, just several feet from the city’s airspace, a thunderous boom echoed through the air, and the atmosphere quivered.

Suddenly, a dazzling barrier appeared above Fensville.

The attacking Ice Kings and their elite troops immediately felt the overwhelming power of a formidable formation.

The Purple Robe Ice King issued the order almost instantly, “Retreat!”

Just several feet from the protective formation around Fensville the eight Ice Kings and their elite troops swiftly halted their advance and turned to flee into the sky.

Somewhat disheveled, the eight Ice Kings returned to the Ice Venerable Master’s side.

The Purple Robe Ice King reported to the Ice Venerable Master, Venerable Master, as you can see, Fensville is also shielded by a formation.”

The Ice Venerable Master nodded, his eyes gleaming with a sharpness like that of a blade’s edge.

Indeed, he could see that Fensville was protected by a formation, one that was not unfamiliar to him.

It was identical to those he had encountered in Unicorn and other cities.

From his.previous experiences, the Ice Venerable Master knew that with his power, it was impossible to break through this formation.

He instructed the eight Ice Kings, “Stay here while I move forward to speak.

“If they refuse to surrender, I will use the spiritual weapon to break the formation, and then you will lead the army to strike.” “Yes, Venerable Master,” the eight Ice Kings responded in unison.

After giving his orders, the Ice Venerable Master flew down, stopping a few feet away from the formation’s radiant barrier. The power emanating from the formation was immense, and even he, an ascension level beginner, did not dare to get too close.

After all, his previous attempts to breach the formation had brought him no advantage.

His gaze then settled on the imperial palace.

It didn’t take long for him to spot the Emperor Bruce of the Golden Tower Empire, clad in a dragon robe and wearing a crown, standing before a palace.

Addressing the Emperor, he proclaimed, “Hear me, Emperor of the Golden Tower Empire, I am the Ice Venerable Master.

“Ten millenniums ago, your ancestor, the Golden Emperor, took advantage of my ascension and the tribulation that came with it, launching a surprise attack with his martialists.

“He sealed me in the Storm’s Eye for ten thousand years. Today, I have miraculously survived and freed myself from the Storm’s Eye. I am here to exact vengeance upon the Golden Tower Empire.

“Surrender peacefully, and I may spare your life. Otherwise, I vow to lay waste to your nation and leave none alive.”

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As the Ice Venerable Master spoke, he imbued his voice with the thunder from the heavens, resounding throughout the entire F