A Man Like None Other

Decanus looked at the silent crowd, a cold smirk playing on his lips.

“Does Allardland have anyone who could fight?

Send someone capable out. Are you lot looking down on me that you sent some Tom, Dick, and Harry to deal with me? Where’s your king? Send someone with some power out here.”

His words were like poisonous needles, injecting pain into every subject of Allardland.

Allardland had existed for thousands of years and boasted a population of millions, but it was then being trampled underfoot by a mere teenager, with no one daring to utter a word in protest.

“Why have the celestials, who are beyond arrogant and view all beings as mere ants, now come to show off in the insignificant Ethereal Realm? Doesn’t this mean that the celestials have fallen and could only resort to flaunting their might in some low-plane realms?”

A voice slowly echoed from the surrounding rubble. Following a series of sounds of crumbling debris, a man in tattered clothes and looking no better than a beggar rose to his feet.

The man was clad from head to toe in patched clothes. His hair was a disheveled and dry mess, laden with copious amounts of dust and obscured most of his face.

hand, he used it to support

the beggar who

recognized him. However, Jared stared at him

be an Ethereal Realm cultivator. Perhaps he’s a celestial realm cultivator who was trapped

protector?” Nate promptly cried out, suddenly looked surprised just

taken

quickly asked, “Why are you all kneeling,

suffered a devastating blow. Fortunately, a celestial lord intervened, preserving a part of the country’s foundation that we managed to develop Allardland to its current state today. Therefore, Allardland established a monastery, where we venerated

also tell for sure that the beggar

to the citizens of Allardland kneeling before him. Instead, his eyes were

a bit unnerved, for he had

so

know this man, Mr.

but everyone refers to him as Master Leonidas. I’ve met him a couple of times,”