The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Meanwhile, a man wearing a yellow shirt stood in front of the line at the seventh prince's formation. He had an aristocratic bearing. His high spirits softened his dignified appearance. A peculiar and strong odor wafted through the air wherever he was, and even from a distance of ten meters, Austin could smell his distinctive scent.

An elegant lady in white silk at the sixth prince's formation held a harp with a carved image of a dancing phoenix.

Unlike the other cultivators, she was not an imposing figure.

This lady was well-mannered. Though it was impossible to discern from her appearance whether she was at a high cultivation base, fighters who stood beside her dared not look her in the eye. At the fifth prince's formation was a teenager, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with tender skin as white as pure jade that further enhanced his striking features. His hands, white and slim, were like exquisite works of art.

Every prince had one or two outstanding young cultivators who attracted attention because of their distinctive temperament.

'Without a doubt, there are several cultivators from the high cultivation base who keep a low profile on purpose to avoid being the center of attention.

It seems that Violet Orchid Empire is so rich in skills that even the Outstanding Talents Exchange Games has assembled so many different talents at high cultivation. That means several intense competitive games are gonna show today, ' Austin thought.

When he studied different cultivators in every prince's formation, Austin more or less knew the cultivation base of each fighter.

The two who were most conspicuous among crowd were respectively Michael and Philip.

What set Michael apart from all other cultivators was his body's ability to freeze anything even several meters away. Even the ground would be frozen when he utilized this skill. Anyone who stood beside him would need to use all their vital energy to fight the bitter cold he emitted.

With the precious sword on his back, Philip, wearing a black suit, looked like a judge responsible for sentencing a sinner. His overbearing manner was a manifestation of his dismissive attitude towards his rivals. Though still young, the mighty sword aura signified that his cultivation base was equivalent to that of a master.

The one fighter with the ability to resist Michael's exceptional freezing skill was Philip. With his sword aura, he could ward off chills released from Michael's body as it approached him.

Refusing to draw attention to themselves, Austin and Dewey stood at the corner, apart from the crowd. Maria, who was not far from Austin, curiously peeked at him from tto time. It appeared as though he triggered her memories.

There was still no sign of the Emperor. The royal throne remained unoccupied. There were two men who sat to the left and right of the royal seat. Both looked plain and showed no enthusiasm for the event.

To the left of the throne sat an aged man. He possessed a mild spirit along with a benevolent appearance. He wore a loose gown embroidered with a panorama of the sun, moon, mountains, and river. At peace, he took a sip of tea. Judging from his expression, It seemed everything was under control. Though old, he looked holy and immaculate, as if he beamed sacred rays.

To his right sat a middle-aged man, who was a stalwart and figure of authority.

Neither one revealed their cultivation base, but for those who saw the two men, they only felt admiration for them.

"Tin, the one seated to the left of the royal throne is Randy. We met him on the way," Dewey whispered.

He had seen Austin staring at the two curiously, so Dewey thought it best to identify them.

Recognition lit Austin's face. 'It is Randy!" he thought.

That seat, it dawned on him, was reserved for the prminister.

Though his demeanor was always calm, and his behavior was often understated, people paid obeisance to the prminister with all their heart as a sign of deep respect.

Smiling, Austin couldn't help but think, 'Randy is worthy of the position of prminister!" His distinctive temperament had impressed Austin, who couldn't help but admire Randy.

"The one seated on the right side is Lord Protector General. The two are valuable assistants of the Emperor, and responsible for his Highness," Dewey explained.

He looked at Austin who was deep in thought.

"One is a general, and the other a prminister," Austin murmured.

The young warrior could not help but be awed. He thought, 'No wonder they look different from ordinary people.

They're the pillars of Violet Orchid Empire." Suddenly, there was a flurry of activity.

A high-pitched voice from inside announced, "The Emperor is arriving!" At that exact moment, a soft wind like a drizzle of rain kissed the entire palace. As the royal building was enveloped by sunshine, it was more like heaven, immaculate and holy.

The palace displayed unparalleled dignity and the magnificence of an empire.

Rays of sunlight burst through the clouds. The fragrance of flowers wafted through the air, and the sky was clear and blue.

A shadow of a giant dragon, loomed above the palace. It measured more than ten thousand meters in length.

Meanwhile, two lines of one hundred court ladies appeared on both sides of the palace and started to play music.

The atmosphere in the whole palace turned jubilant.

The Emperor was the SuprRuler. Before he walked inside, there were already signs of auspiciousness and fortune. Golden rays of light, glowing clouds, and colorful flowers were more than just decorations for a peaceful world.

The atmosphere becsolemn as everyone turned to worship.

Finally, the Emperor, accompanied by dozens of court ladies and eunuchs, showed up. He wore a golden robe embroidered with a dragon design and a crown studded with gems.

In his magnificent clothes, the Emperor walked steadily. Footsteps echoed in the palace. Every movement around him displayed the highest dignity for royalty.

He was the Emperor of the Violet Orchid Empire, and was called Emperor Arthur.

"Long live the king!" The chants echoed in the palace. Everyone bowed in homage to the Emperor.

"Dear courtiers, there is no need for formality! | give little value to outward politeness," he said.

He smiled while speaking. Like a merciful God, he appeared as though ready to pardon anyone who made a mistake before him.

But not long after, the majesty that earlier impressed people slowly ebbed. His eyes twinkled with more dazzle than the stars, and soon, he looked as normal as everyone else, the look of authority gone, and no sign of vital energy in his body.