Chapter 2717: Hero’s Invitation

The moment the bone tile broke. There was no anomaly.

Everything was as before.

Calm and tranquil.

No other sign.

But suddenly, a gust of wind struck!

The wind blew past Julius Reed’s body.

Then disappeared.

As if it had never appeared.

"Is that it?"

Julius Reed was somewhat puzzled. Could it be that before dying, the southern-sky people just wanted to blow a cold wind on him?

There was nothing unusual around him.

Unlike what the North Palace King did before dying, spreading the message out.

When the bone tile broke, it only summoned a gust of wind.

Besides that.

Nothing else.

Julius Reed smiled helplessly.

He hadn’t hoped for much; he was only curious about what this thing was for.

That made the southern-sky people lack the courage to break it their entire life.

Now it seemed, it might really just be a joke.

Julius Reed calmed his body, feeling his meridians chaotic!

Very painful!

As if he had fallen seriously ill!

He sighed, turned around, and left.

This was the Southeastern Territory.

Southeastern Territory was Nelson’s domain.

Since he was here and such a thing had happened, he might as well pay a visit to Nelson.

Have a good chat.

He carried his sword and vanished before Dirk Ridge’s building.

But what he didn’t know was.

The awakened ones all over the world had already exploded with excitement!

...

Bam!

A hotel.

Someone suddenly slammed a hand down, shattering the table made of tempered glass!

The surroundings of the hotel were silent.

Because that table could not possibly be broken by human strength.

It was a Martial Artist!

Upon seeing a Martial Artist, everyone quickly left, afraid to bring trouble upon themselves.

"Do not be rash."

Someone caught their companion’s hand, advising: "Why are you always so quick-tempered?"

"How can I withstand this? First, there was Silvio Reed, who killed the North Palace King!"

The person who shattered the table snorted coldly, with a killing aura all over, said: "And now, someone dares to issue a hero invitation! What do they take us for? Swine or trash?"

"Indeed!" Opposite him, a slim man picked up a wine glass, swirled the wine in it, and sneered: "The North Palace King’s death has already slapped the faces of people like us! In whose hands did he die? A modern man!"

"Look!"

This person drank the wine in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and said: "Everyone, take a look outside! Is there any Spiritual Power? Not at all! There’s nothing! This world is utterly worthless!"

Crack!

The glass was smashed to pieces.

Broken just like the table.

A few people sat on chairs, continuing their chat.

"To be killed by a person of today is simply a great humiliation! I can’t understand it, the North Palace King’s ability was strong! How could he die? And before dying, send out such a message, isn’t it clearly mocking us?"

He became more and more agitated.

"The North Palace King himself died, but dared to mock us as cowards before dying! Just who is this Silvio Reed fellow?"

"Silvio Reed! Find this person and kill him! Now, who knows how many people have been scared out of their wits by the North Palace King!"

Many Martial Artists who were not as strong as the North Palace King started giving up on the crown when they heard he had been killed.

Though it was only a few.

Such news indeed shook the military’s spirit.

Causing Martial Artists who had slumbered for hundreds of thousands of years to feel unsettled and surprised.

This is a barren world!

Spiritual Power is barren!

There’s nothing!

It’s impossible to cultivate martial arts!

"Alright, let’s not talk about Silvio Reed killing the North Palace King or how the North Palace King mocked us; let’s talk about how long this hero invitation has been around? What? How long?"

"Ever since I fell asleep, it’s been a full 300,000 years, seven generations of Nine Provinces Kings, and no one dared to issue a hero invitation! What does this mean now?"

"This punk Silvio Reed killed the North Palace King and directly issued a hero invitation!"

"Are they not treating us as people at all!"

The person slapped his face, gritting his teeth: "Intolerable!"

"Haha, in my opinion, it’s quite amusing."

The one who kept advising everyone had remained very calm from beginning to end.

"Back in the day, the hero invitation existed because the Nine Provinces King represented supreme power! And the greater your skills, the greater your authority."

"When a Nine Provinces King issued a hero invitation, they sincerely invited the world’s strongmen, intending to defeat them one by one!"

"If successful, all lands would unite under one ruler, and the Nine Provinces King would be the one king! The king whose word was law!"

"But later, when equally powerful people arose, they couldn’t handle two or more people of equal power consecutively. Thus, another kind of king emerged."

"The Sovereign of the World!"

"At this time, the Nine Provinces King represented nobility, supreme power! They were elected spokespersons, representatives, but in reality, there wasn’t much actual power."

"However, with the support of these families, the Nine Provinces King was still the Nine Provinces King! They still had a say in everything."

"Decades ago, Seven Gem Slope issued a hero invitation, ending the record of many past Nine Provinces Kings not issuing one."

"I still remember the historical records stating, those men were beaten by Seven Gem Slope until they were looking everywhere for their teeth! Haha, a bunch of men, what a big disgrace."

"So later, when Seven Gem Slope went on a rampage for thousands of years, only then did people start plotting to overthrow her."

"That year, although the plan succeeded, it came at a great cost, and since then, almost no one dared to issue a hero invitation, especially after one of the Nine Provinces Kings after Seven Gem Slope issued one and was defeated, committing suicide on the spot, nobody issued one again."

"Now someone issues this, isn’t it asking to be the target of everyone?"

He finished speaking, laughing heartily: "Watching the tigers fight from the mountain, isn’t it a joy?"

"Our thinking differs; in my view, this is a slap to our face! If we can’t even kill such a person, what are we competing for the crown for! Just crawl into a hole and wait to die!"

"Hmph!"

Someone lifted a knife, leaving in anger. "That damned Silvio Reed, I must kill him!"

"Count me in! Even though when it comes time to compete for the crown, there will be bloodshed among us, but until the end, we are a group!"

"Exactly! A mere modern person dares to challenge us! Is this a hero invitation or a slap on our faces!"

In the end, the most rational person also said helplessly: "Alright, this punk killed the North Palace King; he’s indeed inflated. But where did he get the hero invitation?"

After this question was asked.

Silence fell around them.

The hero invitation, gone for hundreds of thousands of years.

Modern people simply don’t have it!

It’s impossible to make one either!

Moreover, the hero invitation can only be possessed by someone sitting on equal terms with an emperor.

In other words, if someone of an emperor’s level, but not a Nine Provinces King, wanted to vie for the Nine Provinces King’s position, then they could issue a hero invitation.

This is the only legal possibility for ascending to power.

"The North Palace King’s?"

Someone asked curiously.

"The North Palace King’s hero invitation was already broken, right on his coronation day."

The rational person responded.

Silence prevailed around them.

Where did this hero invitation come from?