As soon as the man appeared, the crowd either knelt or bowed in unison once again.

“Greetings to the Dravon War King!”

The man was none other than Wyot Dalibor, the Dravon War King who ranked sixth among the Jademora Empire’s Thirteen Warriors.

Wyot raised his hand in response to their greetings, casting Zared a sideways glance.

Adair hurriedly said, “Dravon War King…”

Wyot waved his hand dismissively.

“The Mortal Emperor once said that all beings in our realm are equal. The people of the Jademora Empire have always treated the Mortal Emperor’s Daoisms and teachings as our lifelong mission. We don’t instigate fights. At the same time, we don’t avoid them either.”

Wyot gestured to Zared.

“We welcome everyone to our arena for battles.”

Zared slapped his thigh and pointed to Wyot. “Mhm! That’s what a real hero from the Jademora Empire should be like. You’re generous and flexible, unlike some who betray their previous master after gaining power and influence for themselves.”

Zare