Bang!
Everyone felt the ground under their feet shake.
Pryce was directly smashed into the ground, creating a huge pit. It was unknown if he was alive or dead.
The angel's heart was thrown out by the scattered power and fell into a pair of hands. The light dimmed quite a bit.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Joelson.
He actually shattered the protection of the holy light?!
His knight's strength was stronger than magic!
Was he a giant dragon in human skin?!
Even the saint-level powerhouses were stunned.
There were no words to describe the shock in their hearts at this moment.
Dewitt and the other saint-level disciples looked horrified. When they saw Pryce in the big pit, their faces twitched slightly.
It was too tragic.
They were suddenly glad that they were not strong enough to force out the side of the Joelson knight.
Thud.
With a soft sound, a miserable figure with a swollen face crawled out of the pit with great difficulty.
Pryce.
A magic item on his chest was emitting a faint white light and quickly healed his injuries.
Pryce stared at Joelson and asked while panting heavily, "You! Who are you?!"
Countless gazes were focused on Joelson, and only then everyone realized.
Until now, they did not even know Joelson's name.
Joelson hovered in mid-air, looking down at Pryce coldly.
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"Remember my name."
"Joelson Edward!"
The entire place fell into a strange silence.
He had crushed five saint-level disciples, including Dewitt, and destroyed the silver hand. He had simultaneously cultivated three types of magic and was also a ninth-tier knight.
Everyone looked at the handsome youth holding the sword in the sky, and they could no longer describe the shock in their hearts with words.
Joelson Edward.
After today, this name would definitely spread throughout the Imperial City and even the entire Inmotati Empire.
Stepping on the stepping stones of the silver hand and the many saint-level disciples, he rose like a comet, dazzling like the Sun.
Under everyone's gaze, a new legend rose.
Everyone seemed to see the glory of the violet blade replay itself. Franklin had also risen abruptly like this and then suppressed geniuses of the same age to lose all their glory. Only a few people could mention it with him.
The people of the Church of Light rushed up to help Pryce down.
Pryce looked miserable. More than ten healing spells were cast on him at the same time. Only then did his injuries slowly recover.
Most importantly, under the gazes of everyone in the king's city, Pryce's reputation as the silver hand was completely lost.
Pryce's face was burning. His handsome face was also extremely ugly due to his wounds. He no longer looked as handsome as the silver hand before.
His gaze was sinister as he stared at Joelson as if he wanted to swallow him alive.
"No wonder this guy can only submit to the authority of God. Not to mention talent, just this ungentlemanly performance is enough to disappoint people."
Many of the girls who originally admired Pryce turned to face Joelson with red faces and beating hearts.
Because Joelson was stronger than Pryce.
He was more powerful, more talented, and more handsome.
Joelson completely ignored Pryce's hateful gaze. A defeated opponent was not worth his attention.
He stepped on the void and walked down from the air step by step. Halfway through, he casually put away his longsword. Each of his movements showed the strength and tyranny of a knight. There was an indescribable charm to it.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})Joelson walked towards Isabelle.
Everyone's eyes lit up.
Yes, Joelson's appearance and attack were all because of the violet flower.
Was he going to confess to the princess with the posture of a victor?
Joelson walked to Isabelle and looked into her eyes.
The proud Isabelle could not help but feel a little shy at this moment. The violet flower opened its mouth and was about to say something.
However, Joelson looked down and gently took the dim angel's heart from her hand. Then, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.
As for the violet flower.
This was no joke. This was his goal from the very beginning.
An angel's heart that could be exchanged for a light-type dragon egg fragment.
"If you still want it, ask him for it."
Joelson looked at Pryce in the distance and said to Isabelle, "This is my spoils of war."
Isabelle was stunned.
Everyone was stunned.
They blinked, and a strange expression appeared on their faces.
So, all of Joelson's actions were for the sake of the heart of an angel?!
The violet flower, which was famous for its beauty on the continent, could not be compared to an angel's heart?!
As expected, the thoughts of geniuses were always confusing.
Below the stage, the female thief Elin was laughing so hard that she could not straighten her back.
Isabelle's face was filled with shame and anger, but Joelson didn't give her a chance to speak and turned around to leave.
In fact, Joelson was quite glad that Pryce had acted.
If he hadn't shamelessly taken back the angel's heart and used the secret technique of the Church of Light, he wouldn't have had the cheek to take the angel's heart away from Isabelle.
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After Pryce took it back, Joelson could take it away as a trophy.
Nicholas whispered a few words to the people around him, and a waiter quickly rushed up to stop Joelson.
"Honorable Sir Joelson, his Majesty wants to invite you to tonight's dinner."
There was a commotion.
Was the royal family going to offer an olive branch to Joelson so soon?
It was really enviable to be able to win the favor of Nicholas the Great.
Joelson looked up and happened to meet Nicholas' eyes.
The Emperor, who was a saint-level master himself, was obviously full of admiration for Joelson. He smiled and nodded at him.
However, Joelson quickly withdrew his gaze and shook his head. "Next time. I don't have time today."
The atmosphere in the audience was strangely silent.
I don't have time today.
Just like that, I casually dismissed the invitation from Nicholas the Great.
Not giving face to the princess and the emperor consecutively, Joelson was too arrogant.
Nicholas' expression was also a little awkward, but he helplessly waved his hand.
The group of saint-level powerhouses smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know which old monster taught this Joelson to be a genius. His character is even prouder than Franklin's."
Frederick and Elin followed behind Joelson and left in a hurry.
Joelson really did not have time. He needed some time to digest the understanding of this battle.
However, he would definitely meet Nicholas later. He still needed to borrow the magic teleportation formation from the royal family.
... On this day, tens of thousands of people left Imperial Square.
The news of the great battle in the Imperial Square spread like a whirlwind throughout the entire imperial city. The entire immortal city was in an uproar.
Countless people were discussing Joelson's name. They were even gradually discussing him together with the names of the violet blade and the Golden Lion.
The departure of the merchant caravans in the imperial city spread the news of the battle very quickly.
The name of Joelson Edward began to spread to the surrounding provinces.
At an astonishing speed.
