"Saint Garling, it seems like you still need more practice."
Rosse casually glanced at the broken gateway of the Figarland family and dropped this remark before turning and leaving.
Since the other party wanted to play, let them play slowly.
In a situation where he had a clear strength advantage, there was no possibility of losing for him. No matter how it went, the end result would only be Saint Garling's defeat.
He didn't care if Saint Garling was the one who did it.
If it was him, it would be best for him to come apologize in person in the next few days.
If not, then the real culprit should come and apologize.
It was that simple.
He no longer needed to consider anyone else's thoughts when doing things.
Seeing Rosse leave, Gion also followed, carrying the still somewhat weak Moa.
As for the others, they were still immersed in shock and disbelief.
Earlier, during the World Conference, Rosse had already shown his absolute power when sitting in the main seat.
But that was supreme power in terms of authority, where every Celestial Dragon could command the kings of the allied nations. Their feeling hadn't been very deep yet, and they didn't fully understand what Rosse's position above the Five Elders meant.
But today, they understood.
Rosse stood above the Five Elders, and it was probably due to an absolutely overwhelming force that could not be resisted.
When Saint Garling drew his sword just now, they felt as if the world was about to collapse.
Even though it had nothing to do with them, they felt as though they were about to die.
Such a powerful Saint Garling couldn't even withstand a single blow from Rosse, and the entire Figarland family's gateway had turned into ruins.
From what they knew, the Figarland family was the second most powerful family among the Celestial Dragons at the moment.
But Rosse could trample over Figarland like this, which was enough to prove Rosse's high status and terrifying strength
Then, in the afternoon, another explosive piece of news spread
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[The Ethanbaron Family]
Saint Nusjuro set down his teacup, and his aged eyes squinted slightly.
"Heh! They've already been stepped on, and Saint Garling is still bringing people to apologize. He's like this," When he said this, Saint Nusjuro's tone was somewhat complex.
It wasn't the first time other Celestial Dragons had come knocking on their door.
But after being knocked on, turning around to apologize was something that hadn't happened in the last 800 years.
No matter how strong an individual's power, they couldn't match up to the combined strength of two top-tier powerhouses.
And given the foundation of the Celestial Dragon families, hiring two top-tier powerhouses or similar configurations to replace the rival Celestial Dragon wasn't something rare.
Even top-tier powerhouses were, in their eyes, just servants and subordinates.
"Saint Garling has backed down, but he's not the type to back down silently. Either Saint Rosse promised him something in private, or even Saint Garling doesn't dare to openly oppose Rosse."
Saint Mars spoke calmly. He had previously had a good relationship with Saint Saturn, but because of the changing situation, he had to stand with Saint Nusjuro now.
For the past 800 years, it wasn't that the Celestial Dragons hadn't seen one family dominate.
But these were just small skirmishes. As long as the one above was present, it was impossible for a true monopoly to emerge.
Rather than waiting to be purged by Rosse, it was better to stand on the neutral side early.
"Do you think it's possible that Saint Rosse's power has crossed that line?", Saint Nusjuro squinted his eyes slightly.
"Impossible!", Saint Mars firmly denied it, "It's been 800 years, and apart from Joy Boy from back then, only that one crossed that line. Either you kill a top general-level powerhouse, or you've crossed that line."
"General?", Saint Nusjuro snorted coldly, "The top powerhouses who died at Saint Rosse's hands are not comparable to those people."
"That's still impossible."
Saint Mars shook his head in denial, "You know, for the past 800 years, we've been studying it, and the conclusion is that only one person will emerge in each great era. Even the one on the throne is."
"Watch your words!", Saint Nusjuro glanced at Saint Mars.
"Don't forget, Saint Rosse's fruit once could create a legend."
"There are quite a few legendary fruits with potential, like the fruit of Rocks from back then, but in the end, he was still one step short. Without destiny, no one can reach that realm," Saint Mars sneered.
"Whether or not he has reached that realm has nothing to do with us, right?", Saint Nusjuro said meaningfully.
"What do you mean?", Saint Mars, being an old fox, quickly understood Saint Nusjuro's meaning. He squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the World Government building.
"Heh! For some things, just look at His attitude. If Saint Rosse also becomes Him, then let them fight it out themselves," Saint Nusjuro said lightly.
"That's a good idea, so you want me to go with you?", Saint Mars glanced at him.
"I don't want to kneel alone," Saint Nusjuro laughed.
"Heh! As if I want to kneel," Saint Mars glared at Saint Nusjuro in dissatisfaction, but he also knew that since the Nusjuro had spoken, there was no room for refusal.
Anyway, the one kneeling on the ground later wouldn't just be him.
As night fell, Saint Nusjuro and Saint Mars entered the World Government building and reached the innermost part of the structure.
As they walked to a magnificent set of doors.
Creeeak!
The doors slowly opened outward, revealing a floral scene inside.
Among the clusters of flowers, steps stretched upward in levels.
The weapons of the twenty kings from the past seemed to have been untouched by time, casually placed on each level of the steps.
At the very top of the steps, a throne stood tall.
This was the throne of the World Government's founding, once claimed to never have anyone sit on it.
But now, sitting on the throne was a slender, tall figure.
"What is it?", The high-pitched voice sounded as if it came from the heavens, landing in Saint Nusjuro and Saint Mars's ears.
The two knelt on the ground, first bowing heavily to the figure, before Saint Nusjuro prostrated himself and spoke, "Saint Rosse intends to stand above the Five Elders. We cannot stop him."
Upon hearing that it was about Rosse, the figure on high paused for a moment.
Though brief, it was enough for Saint Nusjuro and Saint Mars to sense.
Even though the figure hadn't spoken, they had a vague answer in their hearts and bowed their heads even lower.
"No need to worry."
Just four words, but they already revealed the figure's attitude.
In the past, when similar things had happened, this figure never displayed such an attitude.
Not only did they not care, but there was no intention of even summoning them. The implied message was clear.
'Saint Rosse... Has truly reached that point.'
'And even to the extent that this figure has to be cautious of him.'
'No, it seems this figure has been sitting too long on his cloud, and has long since lost the former vigor.'
Upon seeing an unexpected appearance, he instinctively chose to avoid it.
After leaving the floral space, Saint Nusjuro and Saint Mars exchanged glances, both seeing the other's thoughts.
This figure in the floral space couldn't be offended, but at the same time, the one from the Jaygarcia family couldn't be offended either.
Secretly showing goodwill, for now, just hold on.