It had been three days sihe war ended. As soon as Aiden made an appearahe O’Brien Empire had no choice but to take a step back.

  This had been the biggest loss their empire had ever suffered sis formation, a, despite Lanke – one of the War God’s genuine disciples – taking a, they could do nothing to ge the oute.

  Not only had Aiden casually defeated the peak saint, as he was clearly a mortal, there was nothing stopping him from taking part in the main war and helping the Rohault Army sughtering every single soldier on the opposing side.

  And although that was what many of the lower-ranking soldiers on the side of the Rohault empire hoped would happen, the higher-ups all uood Aiden’s decision whe them leave.

  Had they really sughtered such a rge ti of the O’Brien’s army, with several of them being vital to the defence of the empire, there was no way the O’Brien would let things slide so easily.

  The battlefield would iably end up being a battleground for saint-level experts, and although the Rohault Empire had more than their fair share of saints, it definitely couldn’t pare to the saints of the O’Brien Empire, and that obviously didn’t include the intervention of the War God himself!

  In the end, Aiden even promised that the Rohault Empire wouldn’t advance past this point, allowing the O’Brien Empire to retain possession of Redwin Towe the fact that they could very easily quer it and force those present to turn tail and run without a single pint.

  Unfortunately, this was the furthest the Rohault Empire could afford to push their long-standing enemy back without toug their bottom line.

  Lanke had just returo his residen the War God mountaintop when he bumped into one of his martial brothers.

  “Lanke, what happeo you?” The man asked, uo hide his surprise when he saw his junior brother’s dishevelled appearance.

  He khat this junior brother of his had been tasked with providing support to the O’Brien’s main army in case the Rohault Empire was breaking the unwritten rule aly allowing saints to partake itles. Still, even if they were, as far as he was ed, it still should’ve been a fairly straightforward assig.

  After all, though Lanke wasn’t the stro amongst the War God’s disciples, he was still a fairly powerful peak saint-level warrior. There weren’t many on the Yun tihat could stand against him.

  “Were the suspis true? Were the Rohault Empire really allowing saints to battle pretending to be mortals?”

  “ly,” Laterly replied as he turo face his seventh brother. “But I did run into an old friend of yours…”

  Lanke’s seventh brother listened with rapt attention, ae being a saint that had over 1000 years of life experienot even he could hide his shock when he heard the description of Ad his prowess.

  Though he wasn’t the stro on the ti, purely in terms of talent, he could be sidered among the very best the ti has ever produced, a, if what Lanke was saying was the truth, the differen taleween him and this Ace boy was like the differeween heaven ah. They couldn’t even be mentioned in the same sentence.

  He didn’t say anything to interrupt his junior brother’s summary of events, but his eyes narrowed as he thought about the implications of a child so talented being on the side of their enemies but when he heard who it was who singlehandedly ehe war, a cold and bloodthirsty smile suffused his lips.

  “It looks like my old rival hasn’t wasted these st few hundred years since I saw him st after all,” Byrius O’Brien said coldly, not at all surprised by his junior brother’s loss at the hands of his old rival. “Tell the current emperor not to pursue things with the Rohault Empire until I e down.”

  “You io take a personally, seventh brother?” Lanke asked in surprise.

  It had to be uood that although Byrius was the War God’s seventh disciple, he was sed only to their eldest brother. And it was also on knowledge among the disciples that, even including their eldest disciple, he was regarded as the most talented.

  He rarely ever left War God’s mountain as he was more focused on training to bee a deity thaing involved in worldly affairs.

  Even if the Emperor, one of his desdants, was assassihe ces of him leaving his residence were slim to best, but Aiden was a different story.

  Since he was a child, he’d only ever suffered a loss to one man and that man recisely Aiden.

  After losing to him once as a youth, he didn’t see him again until some time after he broke through to bee a saint several hundred years ago. At that point, Aiden was just a warrior at the early stages of the ninth rank.

  He quite rightly believed that he’d be able to easily defeat his former rival. Unfortunately, he was destio be disappointed.

  It was during that fight that the legend of Aiden began!

  Although the fight ultimately ended in a draw, it didn’t make it any less shog. Especially as although he had only just broken through, Byrius was a genius known for defeating experts at higher ranks than him.

  Byrius’ desire to defeat Aiden and wash away his past shame could be uood. Still, he refused to allow his frustrations to cloud his better judgement.

  From the apparent ease with which Aiden dispatched La was clear that he wasn’t much weaker than himself, if at all. If he wao be sure of his win against his old rival, he had to break through to the same level as his eldest martial brother, the prime saint level.

  Fortunately, he had felt that he was near. That was the reason he had left seclusion in the first pce. But now that he knew how much stronger Aiden had bee in this time, he knew he couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

  “I do!” Byrius replied matter-of-factly before turning away and heading back to his abode.

  Lanke felt a hint of excitement well up inside of him. Even though he’d heard of the prowess of this seventh martial brother of his, he’d never gotten the ce to witness it in person.

  A part of him couldn’t help but feel sorry for Aiden, as he khat with their history, this battle wasn’t likely to end until only one man was left standing. Still, as soon as he remembered the embarrassi he suffered at Aiden’s hands, any pity he had once been feeling all but disappeared.

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  At the same time, ba the Rohault Empire, the former Duke turned Elder Kaymin was giving his report to Emperor Jordon of the final battle, but unlike what one would expect, he didn’t seem that ied in how the O’Brien Empire would react.

  Although the O’Brien Empire were, without a doubt, the stronger of the two sides, they couldn’t afford to start an all-out war against their Rohault Empire.

  For starters, uhe War God himself desded, the O’Brien Empire couldn’t defeat his Empire without paying a steep pri blood.

  Fetting himself and the multitude of other saints of the Rohault Empire, the number of saints from the O’Brien Empire who could actually fight his brother to a standstill could be ted on one hand.

  But even though Emperor Jordon had unwavering faith in his brother’s abilities, he wasn’t delusional, he khat the War God’s eldest disciple was still superior to Aiden, but he still wasn’t worried.

  The truth was that although individually, Aiden was the stro expert in the Rohault Empire, his wife had a divireasure she’d gotten from her family, which allowed her to fight on par with Prime Saints despite only being a warrior and mage of the middle stages of the saint realm.

  If an all-out war begaweewo empires, the Rohault Empire would eventually be defeated, but not before making their bitter rivals suffer unimaginable losses. The sort of losses that would make them vulnerable to the other major forces on the ti.

  Although at the end of the day, it wouldn’t matter as the War God’s presensured their survival, it would take god knows how long to recover back to their current strength.

  The only thing they truly had to worry about was the War God, but with the ant created by the ruler of the forest of darkness, y was allowed to act against noies without just cause. So uhey directly provoked O’Brien, the War God couldn’t intervene directly.

  The thing that really caught the Emperor’s attention in the report was Ace’s performance.

  “You really got yourself one hell of a disciple!” Jordon sighed as he turo the man at the back of the throne room, casually sipping from his gourd, which was making the whole room stink of alcohol.

  “You mean that brat’s got himself one hell of a master!” Aiden saking ane gulp of his booze, causing his brother to roll his eyes helplessly.

  “He had to be capable of at least this much if he wants to be worthy of my little Mira!” The pregnant Empress Sharanthia stated.

  “Ooh, so you don’t have a problem with Ad Amira being together?” Aiden asked his sister-in-w teasingly. “I was sure you, of all people, would be against it.”

  “Their retionship isn’t something I intervene in,” Sharanthia sighed.

  “You know something about the bond those two have?” Aiden asked, his i piquing all of a sudden.

  Aiden’s question stirred something in the pregnant Empress.

  “Other than Aiden, the rest of you may leave!” Sharanthia anded indifferently.

  Although teically it was Jordon who was the ruler of the Empire, all the elders were aware that it was his wife who stood at the top of the peg order, so when she spoke, both elders Kaymin and Ejiro took their leave.

  “Ooh, and don’t worry about your arm, brat,” Aiden voiced just as Elder Kaymin was halfway out the door. “When my wife returns, I’ll ask her to heal your stump!”

  “Thank you!” Kaymin respectfully replied, doing his best to hide his excitement, not minding the offeure of Aiden’s words.

  He had just broken through to the saint realm, and he’d already lost an arm.

  Although Saints were powerful immortal experts, they were incapable of rec lost limbs. The only ones capable of such a feat were deities, and as the ces of him reag such a stage was virtually ent, he couldn’t help but feel deeply saddened by the loss of his arm, but now…

  Even though he didn’t know much about Aiden’s wife, he, like all the her-ups of their Empire, trusted Aiden implicitly. If he said his wife was capable of healing his arm, then she was!

  After Kaymin and Ejiro left, Aiden eagerly turned his attention back to his sister-in-w. “So, what do you know about those brats?”

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