Demon Hunter and His Cabin

"Ares...is dead?"

Someone couldn't help but speak up, and at that moment, Ulmanis, seated upon the high platform, suddenly stood, his sharp gaze enveloping Kenneth.

"There's something wrong with his sword."

Another voice echoed, "It should be related to that man." As he spoke, his gaze had already shifted to Roger.

"All of this is within the rules." Ulmanis concluded the matter definitively.

"I..."

Kenneth's mouth opened wide, then he glanced at Roger, somewhat at a loss.

He loathed everything Ares had said, yet seeing his own father die by his hand, his feelings were a mix of complexity.

"He is not dead." Roger spoke.

And at that moment, Ares's headless body sprang up, his entire form flowing like liquid, quickly forming a new head.

"What kind of weapon is that? Perfect strategy!!"

Ares was furious.

"I will not be careless again next time!"

The circles around his body expanded, radiating brilliant silver light, yet at this moment, a solemn voice enveloped the whole scene.

"Stop, it is over."

The speaker was Ulmanis.

"What we want is just a qualification, not to weaken the true combat strength of the Silver Dragon Clan, and the battle just now has already shown many issues."

"It is not over yet!"

Ares abruptly lifted his head, the power in his body exploding, seemingly intending to assault the shadow on the dome above.

"What do you want to do?"

"Challenge me?"

Ulmanis's voice suddenly calmed down.

"If it were after you became a Dragon Envoy, I might consider it sparring between companions, but now, can I assume you are..."

"Courting death!"

There was no oppressive power, but that overwhelming aura pressed down on everything.

"You are the king, you must bear the consequences for your actions."

Seeing that Ares seemed to calm down, the majestic figure's tone slightly softened, yet at this moment, a shadow seated next to him suddenly interrupted.

"I must correct you, he is no longer the king."

"What did you say?!" Ares was furious to the point of almost bursting.

"I know you all are targeting me, like many years ago, dismissing all my efforts without reason."

"Now you have no reason, yet you still don't want me to have that identity!" Ares sneered.

"I am not dead yet, and the battle is not over!"

"I will kill him with my own hands!" Saying this, he clenched his fist, ready to attack.

"Stop, Ares."

The dozing elder in the purple robe suddenly spoke.

"You indeed lost, the Dragon Envoy is right, our selection and competition are to strengthen the Silver Dragon Clan, not to let the strong deplete themselves."

"For whatever reason, Kenneth has already proven his qualification and strength; he will grow, and you have opportunities to strive elsewhere."

"Isn't this worth being happy about?"

"Your son challenged you, as a father you might feel a bit lost, but more importantly, you should be happy."

"Happy?"

Ares seemed to have thought of something, a cold smile appearing on his face.

"What you said makes sense, but the premise is...he must be my son!"

Ares's words were astonishing, and as soon as he finished speaking, all the strong figures present were struck dumb.

"What are you saying?!" Freya's voice came from not far away.

"Ares, you are doubting me, doubting my loyalty!"

A low hum.

At this moment, an invisible light wall rose from the ground, isolating the sound here from the outside of the temple.

"Shut up!"

The old man was suddenly furious, then slowly stood, solemnly saluting the six figures in the void.

"Respected Dragon Envoys, I am sorry, we..."

"Do you think I've gone mad?"

Ares sneered.

He admitted that he was indeed careless in the previous battle, and if the fight continued, no matter what means Kenneth had, he would not have given the opponent any chance.

But it was quite clear that the six figures on the high seats did not want him to win. They did not want him to become one of the Twelve Dragon Envoys.

On this issue, the attitude of these people was crucial, even affecting some of the veteran strong figures within the race.

As the Dragon King, Ares had significant influence, but the Silver Dragon Clan's legacy was ancient; even he could only influence, not control.

So in such drastic circumstances, he had to do something, or he would lose his throne and never have the chance to achieve his ambitions.

"Why can't it be said, or is it that someone knows something?"

Ares's cold gaze swept across, but at this time no one dared to meet his eyes.

"Kenneth is outstanding, you can step down now." The old man continued.

"As his father, you should feel proud, Patrick is also excellent; since you can't become a king, maybe you can choose to cultivate him to become the heir to the throne."

"Emil is your brother, I remember you always had a good relationship, now that he is dead, nurturing his son also counts as fulfilling some of his wishes."

"Of course." At this point, the old man's tone shifted.

"Determining the heir to the throne is the right of the Dragon Saint, I am merely suggesting." His gaze inadvertently swept over Kenneth and several figures in the sky.

"He is not my son."

Ares sneered.

"His father is the one you praise as the great Dragon Saint Emil, my dear brother!!"

"How ridiculous, before the wedding was even held, I had already prematurely become the so-called father."