Chapter 150: Holy Sun Battle Qi! Time to Show My Hand!

Flame Griffin Breathing Method!

Tain!

Yes!

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No, more accurately, it is Tain's S+ Grade ancient bloodline!

That power which transcends ordinary elements and energy, more primordial, more ancient!

Although Tain is not here, a trace of the bloodline aura that resonated from it when Roko first treated Tain remains within Roko's body.

That is it!

It is this!

Found it!

Amidst the endless darkness and pain, Roko seemed to see a glimmer of dawn.

Without hesitation, he mobilized that dark red aura, hidden in the deepest part of his bloodline, so faint it was almost negligible.

Then, he resolutely cast it into that energy furnace which was on the verge of exploding.

That trace of dark red aura was so faint.

It was just like a tiny pebble thrown into a surging sea.

Yet, it was this tiny pebble.

The moment it fell into the furnace, it erupted with a domineering, peerless pressure, as if a monarch had descended upon the world!

Hum!

The entire secret chamber trembled because of it.

Those three forces, originally incomparably violent and clashing with one another.

The moment they touched this aura, they were like mice encountering their king.

Instantly, they became incomparably docile, shivering with fear.

The chaos stopped.

The violence subsided.

A brand new, unprecedented balance.

At this moment, was miraculously achieved!

Golden flames, milky white Holy Light, multicolored elements.

With that trace of dark red bloodline aura as the absolute core.

They began to rotate slowly along an arcane and perfect trajectory, merging into an aura more powerful, more pure, and more terrifying than any of the forces before.

It began to be slowly born within Roko's body.

His meridians, which were already shattered, began to repair and reshape themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye under the nourishment of this new power.

Moreover, they became tougher and wider than before!

His body was undergoing a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering transformation.

A metamorphosis from death to rebirth had begun!

Time lost its meaning in the secret chamber.

He did not know how much time had passed; perhaps a day, perhaps three days.

When Roko opened his eyes again.

Two beams of tangible golden light shot out from his pupils, leaving two bottomless small holes in the hard stone wall.

"Hoo..."

He exhaled a long breath of stale air.

This stale air actually carried a faint golden and multicolored halo, drifting several meters into the air before slowly dissipating.

He slowly raised his right hand and opened his palm.

With a thought.

A ball of golden flame ignited out of thin air in his palm.

But this flame was fundamentally different from before.

Its outer flame was pure gold, scorching and domineering, filled with an aura of destruction.

But in the inner core of the flame, a milky white halo pulsed, filled with the power of holiness and rebirth.

And at the boundary between the two colors, one could faintly see traces of multicolored light constantly appearing and vanishing.

Destruction and rebirth, violence and order—two diametrically opposed attributes were perfectly fused together at this moment.

Forming an unprecedented, higher-level energy form.

"Is this... Holy Sun Battle Qi?"

Roko muttered to himself.

He could feel that the power within his body had undergone a qualitative leap.

If the previous Flame Battle Qi was a rough iron ingot.

Then now, this brand new "Holy Sun Battle Qi" was a piece of tempered steel, forged a hundred times over and indestructible!

Neither its quality nor its power could be mentioned in the same breath.

He stood up, feeling the power surging like the sea within his body.

Bronze Rank peak!

The limit!

He had already touched that solid barrier leading to a higher realm.

The threshold of the Silver stage!

Just one final step away, and he would be able to truly step into that brand-new realm.

"Still not enough."

A flash of regret crossed Roko's eyes.

He had originally thought that with the help of this heaven-sent opportunity, he could break through to the Silver stage in one go.

But looking at it now, it was still a little short.

Short of a breakthrough point, or rather, short of—pressure.

However, he was not discouraged.

Although he was still at the Bronze Peak in terms of cultivation realm.

But when it came to true combat power, he had absolute confidence that he could crush any opponent at the Silver Initial Stage!

Even if that deacon from the Poison Scorpion Society appeared before him again.

He was certain he could behead him within ten moves!

This was the confidence that "Holy Sun Battle Qi" brought him.

"Time to go out."

Roko clenched his fists, feeling the power that was practically overflowing.

Viscount Enade, Poison Scorpion Society—

It is time to settle our accounts properly.

He straightened his robes and pushed open the heavy stone door.

The long-lost sunlight spilled onto him, making him squint his eyes comfortably.

"Master!"

Fula, who was guarding outside the door, immediately greeted him with joy upon seeing Roko emerge.

Behind her, Martina also walked over quickly, a trace of unconcealable concern on her face.

"Are—are you alright?" Martina's voice carried a hint of trembling.

She could feel that the Master before her was completely different from before he went into seclusion.

That feeling was like facing an unfathomable volcano.

Although calm on the outside, it contained terrifying energy inside capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

"I'm fine."

Roko smiled and reached out to ruffle Fula's hair.

"And, better than ever before."

He turned his head to look at Martina.

"How long have I been in seclusion?"

"Reporting to Master, five full days."

"Five days? The timing is just right."

Roko nodded.

"How are the things I asked you to prepare?"

"Twelve thousand specially crafted crossbow bolts have all been forged and stored in the armory," Martina replied immediately. "In addition, following the ideas you provided, the dwarf craftsmen worked through the night to produce one hundred heavy bed crossbows capable of rapid fire; their range and power are both thirty percent stronger than the previous magic-breaking crossbows."

"Very good."

A flash of approval crossed Roko's eyes.

Martina would never let him down.

"Then, what movements are there from Viscount Enade's side?"

"Very restless."

Martina's expression turned serious in an instant.

"On the second day of your seclusion, news came from the Dwarf Mountains."

"Viscount Enade publicly accused you of colluding with the dwarves and betraying humanity, and even forged letters of private transactions between you and the Fire Beard Tribe, spreading them everywhere."

"He also contacted all the nobles in the New Wind Province who have not yet joined our alliance to form a so-called 'Anti-Rebellion Alliance,' claiming that for the glory of the Kingdom, he will eradicate you, this 'traitor to humanity'."

"How ridiculous."

A cold arc curled at the corner of Roko's mouth.

He certainly plays the game of shifting the blame quite well.

"How are those fellows in the alliance reacting?"

"The people are panicked."

Martina spoke the truth.

"After all, the charge of colluding with alien races is too great."

"Although Earl Adrian's prestige is keeping them in check, no one has dared to jump out publicly yet."

"But in private, quite a few are already wavering."

"Especially those small nobles who just joined and have unstable foundations."

"Very good."

A cold light flashed in Roko's eyes.

It is the perfect opportunity to use this to clear out all those fence-sitters once and for all.

He needs an alliance that is absolutely loyal and absolutely obedient to orders.

Not a loose organization where everyone has their own ulterior motives and might stab him in the back at any time.

"Pass on my order!"

Roko's voice was not loud, but it was filled with an indisputable majesty.

"Convene an emergency meeting of the Xin Feng Alliance immediately!"

"Every noble who has joined the alliance, without exception, must arrive at Vanguard Valley before sunset today!"

"Tell them, those who are late will be considered to have automatically withdrawn from the alliance!"

"And the consequences of withdrawing from the alliance..."

Roko paused, then said word by word.

"Is to share the same crime as Viscount Enade!"

Martina's heart gave a violent jolt.

She knew that the Master was going to completely show his hand!

"Yes! I will go handle it immediately!"

She did not dare to show the slightest bit of negligence and immediately turned to leave.

The entire Vanguard Valley began to operate rapidly because of Roko's order.

Team after team of messengers, riding fast horses, galloped off in all directions.

A meeting that would determine the future landscape of the entire New Wind Province was about to be held.

Yet at this moment, Roko had come to the backyard of the Lingzhu Fu.

A creature whose entire body of fur looked like burning flames, with a small, single horn growing on its forehead, was lazily lying on the grass basking in the sun.

It was Tain.

Seeing Roko, Tain immediately stood up excitedly.

It trotted over on its short legs, affectionately rubbing its head against Roko's trouser leg.

Roko smiled and picked it up.

He could feel that the power within Tain was much purer than before.

The consumption of that companion crystal seemed to have been a different kind of tempering for it.

"Little guy, are you ready to have a big fight?"

Roko scratched its chin.

"Meep!"

Tain let out a milky, high-pitched cry, as if responding to him.

Roko smiled.

He held Tain and turned to walk toward the meeting hall.

It was time to let those wavering fellows see what true power was.

And also to let that self-righteous Viscount Enade have a taste of what despair was.

The setting sun dipped low, dyeing the Lingzhu Fu of Vanguard Valley in a layer of golden afterglow.

The spacious meeting hall was packed with people at this moment.

Dozens of nobles from all over the New Wind Province were gathered together.

They sat upright one by one, but the expressions on their faces were all different.

Some wore worried looks, clearly full of concern for the current situation.

Some had flickering eyes, not knowing what they were calculating.

Others had faces full of schadenfreude, seemingly very happy to see Roko suffer misfortune.

Earl Adrian's son, Mike, was also sitting in the crowd.

He looked at the nobles around him, each with their own hidden agendas, and his heart was filled with disdain.

A group of shortsighted fellows.

They had no idea what kind of existence they were facing.

Just then, the side door of the hall was slowly pushed open.

Roko, holding Tain and accompanied by Martina and Fula, walked in unhurriedly.

As soon as he appeared, the entire hall instantly went quiet.

Everyone's gaze was focused on him in unison.

Roko ignored those complex gazes; he walked straight to the lord's throne at the very head of the hall and sat down slowly.

Then, he placed Tain, who was in his arms, on the armrest beside him.

He scanned the people below and spoke calmly.

"Is everyone here?"

His voice was very calm, revealing no emotion.

Martina stepped forward, holding a list in her hand.

"Reporting to Master, there are thirty-seven members in the alliance in total, and thirty-six have arrived."

"Viscount Kyle claims to be ill and has not come."

"Oh?"

Roko's eyebrows lifted slightly.

"Ill?"

"What a coincidence."

His gaze landed on a chubby middle-aged noble in the crowd.

"Baron Bart, I remember your territory and Viscount Kyle's territory are adjacent, right?"

Baron Bart, who had been named, visibly shuddered.

He hurriedly stood up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Y—yes, Master Roko."

"Then do you know what illness he has?" Roko continued to ask.

"Th—this, I—I am not quite sure," Baron Bart stammered.

"Is that so?"

A playful smile curled at the corners of Roko's mouth.

"Then do you know that just last night, Viscount Kyle's envoy secretly visited Viscount Enade's castle?"

Boom!

This sentence was like a bomb, detonating with a roar in the quiet hall.

The complexions of all the nobles turned pale in an instant.

Baron Bart was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed onto the floor.

"I—I don't know! Master Roko, I really don't know anything!" he shouted in terror.

Roko sneered and ignored him further.

He turned his head to look at Martina.

"Since he is sick, then let him never recover."

"Send a squad of Storm Knights over."

"I do not want to see the existence of the Kyle Territory on the map of New Wind Province when dawn breaks tomorrow."

"As for Viscount Kyle's family—"

"Execute all the males."

"Demote the women to slaves and reward them to the soldiers who performed meritorious service in suppressing this rebellion."

Cold!

Ruthless!

Roko's words were like sharp ice blades, stabbing fiercely into the hearts of every noble present; they were all pale and trembling.

They could never have imagined that Roko would be so decisive and so vicious!

Just because of missing one meeting, a clan was to be wiped out!

How overbearing this was!

How cruel!

"Roko!"

Finally, someone could not hold back.

An elderly-looking baron stood up tremblingly.

"You—how could you do this!"

"Even if Viscount Kyle really did defect to Enade, his crime does not warrant death, let alone implicating his family!"

"

"This is an atrocity! This is the behavior of a butcher!"

"What difference is there between you and that Enade!"

The old baron's words resonated with many people.

Although they feared Roko's military might, deep down, they still possessed the pride of nobles and their so-called bottom line.