"Syrus Yanagi of the royal guards greets the Northern King!"
"Tobey Lapras of the royal guards greets the Northern King!"
...
The 10,000 royal guards had already arrived in the afternoon. They hid in the Preston mountains and surrounded the entire River Village.
Tonight, all the martial artists from the various great entities were doomed!
The two commanders of the royal guards had arrived.
Syrus, the seven-time king, stood proudly in the sky in his golden dragon robe. He held a black spear in his hand, and his entire body was filled with cold killing intent.
Tobey, who was dressed in white, held an ancient book in his left hand and placed his right hand behind his waist.
These two were here!
