Demon Hunter and His Cabin

"Of course, I know this tradition, because it means... if I prove more suitable than you, then according to tradition, when I become the candidate for Dragon Envoy, you will automatically lose your title as Dragon King!"

"We need a new king!"

Kenneth voiced his true thoughts.

"Good, very good!"

"Let strength speak for everything!" Ares' eyes surged with terrifying killing intent as he decided to use the most brutal methods to kill this challenger.

"No, don't!"

Freya cried out, shielding Kenneth, but in the next second, a powerful force swept her away from a distance.

"Look at your son!"

Ares, no longer willing to hide his emotions, looked at Freya with eyes full of malice.

"Then let it begin."

A grand voice echoed, a phantom above the temple slowly descended, and immediately the entire structure of the temple transformed.

The phantom merged with the throne below, and at the center, it turned into a massive arena.

"I witness!" Six voices echoed simultaneously.

Ares concealed the anger on his face.

"I know where your confidence comes from."

"Is it that Dragon Armor?"

"Do you think with that you can oppose me?"

Ares clenched his fist, "You probably don't know, but in the selection of the Dragon Saint, no candidate can wear the Dragon Armor left by the ancestors of the Silver Dragon Clan."

"So your plans will probably fall through."

"Moreover, even if you really could wear that Dragon Armor into the arena, you wouldn't stand a chance."

"Many years ago, he was already no match for me."

"Now that he's gone, do you think you can defeat me with just a suit of armor he left behind?"

Kenneth remained silent.

"I never intended to defeat you, my father."

"Silence, I have no son like you." Ares angrily revealed the secret buried deep within his heart.

"You're wrong, you've always been wrong."

"Before a greater tragedy unfolds, I must stop you, because you only believe in your own strength."

"Let's end this, I hope for a quick conclusion." Ares snorted coldly, then shifted his gaze to Roger.

"Did you kill him?"

Roger shook his head, "It was himself."

"Heh, I will remember your face, Roger. After handling family matters, you're next."

Faced with Ares' threat, Roger simply smiled.

"You don't stand a chance."

After speaking, he handed the sword on his back to Kenneth.

"Go, defeat him."

Kenneth, emulating Roger, placed the longsword on his back, and stepped forward, slowly entering the temple.

At the moment he steps into the temple, a light flashes, and the silver armor automatically materializes.

"Ancestral gifts cannot be a symbol of one's strength."

The speaker was an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a purple robe, his gaze lowered, as if on the verge of sleep.

"Let him come in, without that thing he wouldn't last even one round." Ares spoke.

"Tradition is tradition, rules cannot be broken." The elder spoke again.

Kenneth sighed, his fingers tracing every pattern on the armor, as if that person were still by his side.

This was the only memory left by him.

And now...

Boom!

The silver halo exploded, the armor on Kenneth shattered piece by piece, then transformed into points of light, swirling around his body once before fully being absorbed by him.

In that moment, he completely merged with Emil's essence.

Bang!

The next moment, he shot out like a cannonball towards that distant figure.

"Come on!"

Ares stretched out his hand, the luxurious garment on his body shattered, leaving him almost naked, barely covering certain key areas.

His entire body shone with a silvery-white luster, and the crown on his head seemed to be connected to his bone.

"From now on, I am not your father; I am the king of the Silver Dragon Clan, and you will pay for your greed!"

Rumble!

The earth trembled as the two figures collided.

A simple collision cracked the ground, creating a fissure tens of meters long, and the area where the two passed was like being hit by a meteor.

No so-called techniques, it was purely the most primal body collision.

Both of them seemed to be venting.

Compared to battling from a distance, pure hand-to-hand combat can better ignite one's primal ferocity.

The entire temple was obviously made of special materials, capable of withstanding attacks from Fifth Tier Transcendents, and what's more, as the two moved, the parts they had damaged earlier were visibly restoring at an incredible pace.

"Truly astonishing, your talent surpasses Patrick by more than a little. If Emil lived a bit longer, once you fully grow, you truly have the qualifications to replace me."

"By then, the entire Silver Dragon Clan will be in your pocket."

The Silver Dragon Clan is renowned for their formidable physical defense, with high resistance to various attack forms besides Soul Shock.

The Quint-element forms a ring.

A ring represents the defense of five similar powers, and beyond that, the defense also enhances their attack power.

With this uniqueness, the Silver Dragon Clan doesn't need to consider other laws, methodically maximizing their defense rate is sufficient to dominate across the Plane.

They might not be the strongest, but their overall strength ranks among the top in the various races, suitable for dealing with complex and diverse situations.

And this is their fundamental reason for survival, even the Dragon Court reserves a seat for them.

Other races might produce a top-tier powerful individual every few generations or nearly a millennium, but in the Silver Dragon Clan, powerful individuals emerge frequently.

"Is that all?"

A silver halo appeared, and Ares displayed the combat strength of one ring, but compared to Kenneth, he was obviously more composed.

"Is it that Emil has weakened, or are you simply incapable?"

A cold voice abruptly appeared in Kenneth's mind, a Secret Law of the Silver Dragon Clan, unattainable even by the high-ranking Dragon Envoys.

"Do you know why you were ambushed by Heinris?"

Ares suddenly spoke.

"Was it you?" Kenneth's face changed dramatically, his mind disturbed, his actions immediately showed flaws.

"Don't be distracted in battle!" Ares seized the opportunity, stepped forward, his hand bones swelling, a fierce wind swept towards Kenneth's ear.

Buzz!

The world spun and Kenneth fell backward.

"How could I do such a thing?"

"After all, he is my beloved brother, and you... are my son!"

His gaze was gentle, but Ares's eyes flashed with ferocity.

The next moment, the silver rings on his body surface expanded again, and then a new ring appeared out of thin air!

"Such strong power!"

Ulmanis spoke.

"Stronger than Emil."

"Close to three rings," someone emphasized.

"It's a pity, Ares's son is too impatient, given a little more time, he might truly defeat Ares."

Everyone remained silent, seemingly agreeing with Ulmanis's words.

At the critical moment, Kenneth struggled to muster all his strength.

But facing overwhelming superiority, his defenses crumbled at the first touch.

"No!"

Freya's heart-wrenching scream echoed from outside the arena, but at this crucial moment, Roger simply folded his arms and silently closed his eyes.

"Hmm?"

At the dome, Ulmanis's body trembled, he suddenly sat upright, his sharp gaze seemingly tore through the void.

"Go down and join your filthy father!"

Ares's killing intent surged.

But just then, with a soft whirring sound, the Longsword behind Kenneth flew on its own, a vague figure peeled away from him.

The Longsword unsheathed.

Swish!

Mysterious patterns appeared on the blade.

The rest gradually dimmed, leaving only one blazing with light.

A sense of foreboding arose, Ares tried to evade only to find this power too immense to resist.

"Three..."

Puff!

The sharp blade pierced into his forehead, power erupted, and Ares's head shattered with a roar.

At this moment, Kenneth barely regained his balance from retreating, stabilized his stance, raised his hand to grasp the Longsword falling from the sky, twisted his wrist, and sheathed the sword!

Thud!

Ares's body fell to the ground.

A profound silence.