The Lord's Empire

Chapter 1710: Our Outlander Race

Seeing Zhao Fu go up, everyone felt quite startled and confused. What was someone from the Death Race doing, going up? This was the King of Kings Sword, the holy item of the Outlander Race – it was not something that an outsider could touch. No matter how powerful he was, it would be useless. Could it be that he did not know what the King of Kings Sword was, so he was stupidly going up to try? It seemed that he really did not know.

Someone good-naturedly warned him, “Holy Son, that is our Outlander Race’s holy item. It is called the King of Kings Sword and people from other races will not be able to touch it, or they will be attacked.”

Hearing this, Zhao Fu calmly nodded and continued walking forwards.

This caused countless people to feel even more confused. Now that someone had warned him, why was he still going up? Was it that he did not believe that person’s words? Or did he think that he was powerful enough to pull out the King of Kings Sword?

Some people wanted to see Zhao Fu make a fool of himself and be blasted back before he even got to the King of Kings Sword.

After all, he had brought this on himself. He thought that he could pull out the King of Kings Sword with his strength despite being warned; he could only blame himself if he was humiliated.

Everyone waited to see Zhao Fu be made a fool of because they did not believe that someone from the Death Race could pull out the King of Kings Sword.

The ten top geniuses and other hidden geniuses all looked at Zhao Fu. They knew how terrifying Zhao Fu’s power was – he was much stronger than the Sun Elf. If he was from the Outlander Race, it would be quite likely for him to pull out the King of Kings Sword, but he was not from the Outlander Race.

They naturally did not believe that Zhao Fu would be able to pull out the sword. They had all tried and knew how terrifying the King of Kings Sword was, and someone like Zhao Fu from the Death Race would definitely be blasted back by the King of Kings Sword.

Hu Baimei lightly harrumphed and said to Zhao Fu, “That’s our Outlander Race’s King of Kings Sword; someone from the Death Race like you doesn’t have the right to go and try to pull it out. Why are you still going up? Do you think we’re lying to you?”

Medusa also said, “This is the Outlander Race’s supreme holy item, and someone from the Death Race like you will not only not be able to pull it out but will also be in immense danger. An outsider trying to pull out the Outlander Race’s supreme holy item is incredibly dangerous.”

The Lion person also said with a serious expression, “Holy Son, what they’re saying is true. As a Holy Son of the Death Race, you’ll be violently rejected by the King of Kings Sword. When that time comes, even your life might be in danger.”

Hearing these words, Zhao Fu lightly laughed and said, “I understand, but I still want to try and see if I can pull out the sword.”

Hearing that Zhao Fu was determined to kill himself, everyone decided to wait to see him humiliate himself. Such a terrifying person being so determined to humiliate themselves was quite rare, and it made everyone feel secretly pleased.

Thinking about that, many people grinned and waited for Zhao Fu to try to pull out the King of Kings Sword.

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Hearing Zhao Fu’s words, the Sun Elf said coldly, “Don’t overestimate yourself. Yes, you are powerful, but that’s the holy item of the Outlander Race. There’s no need for you to try, you’re not even qualified to touch the sword. How can you pull it out?

“Also, as a Holy Son of the Death Race, if the King of Kings Sword reacts violently and wants to kill you, no one will be able to save you. I don’t want to see you die here before falling at my hands.”

The young man with blood-red hair looked at Zhao Fu and felt quite curious about him. He did not know where Zhao Fu was from, and he also had a Divine Bloodline. He had never heard of this person before.

However, he did not believe that Zhao Fu could possibly pull out the King of Kings Sword. Even he, a Holy Son of the Outlander Race, could not pull it out, so how could Zhao Fu, a Holy Son of the Death Race, do so?

Everyone on the viewing platforms felt incredibly depressed. They had thought that the prophecy would be fulfilled today and that the second King of Kings would appear. However, what made them despair was that an Emperor Star was not enough, nor was a Divine Bloodline. Just what kind of person could pull out the sword?

Now, everyone looked at Zhao Fu going up in disbelief, and some people even started to mock him.

“Nothing could make me believe that a Death Race person like him can pull out the King of Kings Sword. Wait for him to get wrecked by the King of Kings Sword.”

“Hahaha, a Death Race person going up to pull out the King of Kings Sword, what a joke.”

“I feel that that person is seeking death. However, a Death Race Holy Son dying is good for us and incredibly bad for the Death Race.”

“That’s right! After all, he’s from the Death Race. He’s so terrifying and might be a scourge to our Outlander Race in the future. Perhaps the King of Kings Sword is also thinking this and will kill him.”

“Let’s wait for that person to make a fool of himself. He’s way too arrogant!”

It was not just the people on the viewing platform who felt this way; even some of the factions that were now supporting Zhao Fu felt that Zhao Fu was being too rash and overconfident. He did not listen to any warnings and had put himself in great danger.

Their favorability towards Zhao Fu somewhat decreased, and they felt that although his bloodline and power were incredible, he was too immature and needed to go through more trials.

Outlander Ten College’s teachers also watched in disbelief as Zhao Fu, someone from the Death Race, went up to pull out the King of Kings Sword.

The Bear person elder frowned and said, “He’s being a bit too arrogant. That’s our Outlander Race’s King of Kings Sword. It’s no big deal for Outlander geniuses to go up and try but a Death Race Holy Son like him really might be killed.

“The King of Kings Sword is our Outlander Race’s holy item and will definitely stand on our side. If an outsider tries to go up and try, they will be blasted back. However, if a Holy Son of the Death Race goes up, the King of Kings Sword might kill this menace.”

The Gnome elder nodded and said, “So many people tried to warn him but he still wants to try; he’s not putting the King of Kings Sword in his eyes at all. Perhaps he’s been spoiled in the Holy Empire for too long and doesn’t know that there are things in the world that even Holy Empires don’t have.”

The serious-looking middle-aged man felt quite worried as he said, “He has such a terrifying identity, and if he dies in the secret realm, his faction will definitely want an explanation. This is not good for our college.”

The elegant-looking beauty lightly laughed, “I feel that he won’t die so easily; there’s no need to worry. He’s a Holy Son and has a massive amount of Fate protecting him; he won’t die just like that.”