Lord Of Leveling Up 2: The Last Dragon User-Chapter 49: Race To Appeal

Nighttime.

The sky looked exceptionally bright.

The entire Capital City was quiet; this was a warm and peaceful quietness.

Royal Palace.

"Adam, before your father left, he asked me to support you to the throne. A country cannot be without a King for a single day, so how about you ascend to the throne tomorrow?" Maxwell’s expression looked calm, but his heart was a bit tight. He was filled with gratitude whenever it came to issues about Arthur.

If it wasn’t for Arthur, perhaps he would’ve already died under Lord Van Dross’s palm strike.

Arthur was a truly righteous person.

He still personally led his troops even though he knew it would lead to his own death. Maxwell had nothing but sincere admiration towards him.

Except...

Maxwell couldn’t personally block him from going out there or save him from his death. This caused him to feel regret and a sense of blaming himself for the inadequacy.

Adam was hesitant.

The Crown Prince had died, and there was still a Second Prince left, while he was all the way down to the ninth place. There will surely be many people unconvinced if he were to ascend the throne. Some uncles from both the paternal and maternal side might even step out to oppose it, so wouldn’t this be ruining the Evans Kingdom’s customs?

Maxwell naturally understood Adam’s worries, so he said, "Don’t worry, no one will oppose you. If someone really dares to oppose you, then... heh heh..."

Maxwell’s gaze swept past.

All the civil and military officials lowered their heads in silence.

The Royal Palace Guards outside the audience hall shook the sky with their synchronised roar: "Paying respect to Your Majesty!"

Adam was able to demonstrate his abilities during the battle, so all the palace guards were filled with admiration towards him. Not to mention Maxwell, the 30,000 palace guards will be the first to not let anyone off who dares to oppose.

Maxwell said with a faint smile, "Don’t refuse it; this is not the time for you to show hesitation. Show the characteristics of a true man – take decisive action when faced with choices. Don’t worry because there will always be me by your side."

Adam was feeling grateful and couldn’t help but comment: "Maxwell... in fact, this country’s King should be you..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Maxwell directly interrupted and said, "The Evans lineage is the main line, while I’m at most an in-law. Ninth brother, you cannot utter such words in the future. Moreover, you should know that I’m not a person restrained by titles or materialistic things."

Becoming a King?

It wasn’t a bad choice.

The royal harem will have 3000 beauties, and all the beautiful women in the country will become his.

This was the dream of all straight men.

Maybe back then Maxwell might have agreed to it, but now there wasn’t a bit of attractiveness to it. What he now pursued was the power that could reach the apex, a power that could shake everything! He wanted the power that his brothers and women around him would never be threatened or injured!

The Evans Kingdom was too small!

Adam was clear about this. He was willing to let Maxwell become the King if Maxwell really wanted it, except he understood this was an impossible matter. He could only smile faintly and say, "Maxwell, thank you. I am representing the Evans Kingdom in sincerely thanking you."

"Are you not treating me as a brother by saying such words?"

Maxwell started smiling because he understood Adam had accepted the position.

Adam started smiling as well and said, "I will ascend to the throne tomorrow. I will prove to everyone with my own strength. I know what needs to be done."

"Now that’s more like it."

"As for those so-called allied Sects and those forces that are trying to rob the Evans Kingdom’s territories, I will give them a fair warning tomorrow. If they don’t restore everything to its original look, I will have them all pay their price in blood." Maxwell started getting angry when he thought about those guys trying to pillage a burning house.

He was truly hoping those forces hadn’t retreated yet.

If that was the case...

He could slaughter them all without any apprehension!

But...

When those forces found out that Maxwell had instantly killed Devil Monarch Skysoul, they were scared to the point of pissing and shitting their pants. Not only did they return everything they took, but they even announced that they were troops here for support and left a bunch of treasures as compensation.

They also announced they would pay their respects a few days later with some profound treasures.

As for those experts who were hiding in the void space...

It was even more tragic for them.

The moment Devil Monarch Skysoul died, their faces looked like they had been slapped into an inhuman look. They had no intention of staying where they were and directly ran off to hide in barren places where no one would find them.

They were extremely afraid!

They were afraid of that little golden sword of Maxwell’s that possessed the power to kill an expert at the level of Devil Monarch Skysoul.

Fear rose in their hearts and created a mental barrier. Most likely, they can forget about improving their cultivation for the rest of their lives.

As for the Outer Heavenly Palace...

Gereth’s expression was incomparably gloomy. In just a short month, Maxwell’s cultivation had gone from the level 4 King rank to the level 9 Ancestor rank. This kind of speed was staggering, causing his heart to feel like it was sinking. "Ten years; saint rank. Damn dog thing, I refuse to believe you will reach it!"

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Cold Sea Sect.

Lord Van Dross had a pale-looking face as he strode back and forth.

Suddenly...

Baldur Senior’s figure appeared with several Great Elders in tow. He coldly stared at Lord Van Dross, harrumphed, "Lord Van Dross, your courage is really great. The Evans Kingdom and the Cold Sea Cloud Sect have been allies for over a thousand years, yet you dared to sow discord between us. If it wasn’t because I trusted you, I wouldn’t have sent our Battle Hall disciples down the mountain. Now you should be the party responsible for this mess."

Lord Van Dross’s expression changed while trying to explain himself.

Baldur Senior instantly rushed to the front of Lord Van Dross and said softly, "The Heavenly Sword has appeared in this world again, so we cannot afford to offend the Evans Kingdom. Their kingdom’s overall strength is bound to increase by at least double, and you need to bear this responsibility. I can only sacrifice you. I will use your head to guarantee the safety of our Sect, and you will be considered to have accomplished great merit for us."

As his voice faded...

Lord Van Dross’s expression drastically changed while wishing to escape.

But he was instantly killed by Baldur Senior’s palm strike. Baldur Senior then said in a serious voice, "Cut off his head and deliver it to the Capital City. Send forth 30,000 Healing Pills and 6000 grade 9 upgrade weapons. Also, send out 2000 copies of spirit-type martial techniques. You must do a good job of this, or else you can just bring your head back to see me!"

Baldur Senior was worried!

He was really worried that Maxwell would bring that little golden sword with him and kill their way to the Cold Sea Sect.

No one will be capable of blocking him, and by that time, the Cold Sea Sect will forever disappear from this world.

Baldur Senior was saying internally to himself, "How the hell did we end up offending this malignant star? I just hope that Van Dross’s head will be able to calm his rage."

It wasn’t just the Cold Sea Sect.

Southern Mountain Sect, Ardent Sun Sect, Plume City, and various big and small forces were scared out of their minds.

Those Saint rank experts had already disappeared off to who knows where. They understood that they weren’t qualified to be Maxwell’s opponent.

They took the initiative in offering treasures.

They took the initiative in giving up large parcels of territory.

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Hall of Souls.

The Dark Cage was opened.

Gwendolyn’s expression was ice cold. She didn’t look at anyone present, including her mother.

Her current gaze was like a thousand-year-old glacier.

Her cold expression was ten thousand times colder than Tammy’s, as if she wanted to freeze everything over in this world.

The King of Soul was hesitant to speak.

Gwendolyn walked away with a cold, faint sneer. That cold smile of hers contained an endless amount of disdain and ridicule. She then coldly said, "You all have missed the opportunity and will pay an extremely heavy price for it."

The faces of the people present were all burning, stinging hot!

Very uncomfortable!

After saying that, Gwendolyn didn’t even look back as she left.

Tammy quickly followed up and gave Gwendolyn a thumbs-up. "Miss, you are too awesome."

Gwendolyn burst out into a fit of giggling. Tears continuously streamed down her face as she looked off into the distance and said, "Big brother, Gwendolyn really misses you."

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Royal palace, in a certain courtyard.

Maxwell sneezed several times in a row and mumbled: "Who’s thinking of me right now?"

Immediately after...

He looked over at all the beauties in the main hall and said with excitement: "We can now all roll around in a big bed!"