Chapter 1185 The Mythic Essence Stone in the Snow Dragon Pool


    Inside Snowy Inn, every warrior rose to their feet in unison.


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    These four legendary Warlords of Darkness had once stood at the pinnacle of martial arts in the world.


    No one dared approach them without a deep sense of reverence.


    Gabriel and Tiago, both ustomed to such disys of respect, walked through the room without so much as a nce at anyone, heading straight to thergest table in the center.


    “Where’s the owner? Bring the food and drink!”


    Aficker of irritation crossed


    Gabriel’s eyes. “Hmm..re


    Gabriel’s voice boomed, but there was no reply.


    is the owner?”


    The atmosphere in Snowy Inn instantly grew colder, heavy with an unmistakable sense of dread.


    Everyone in the room could feel the overwhelming pressure radiating from the warlord.


    Instinctively, they took a step back.


    ke hesitated briefly before quickly approaching the Four Warlords, bowing deeply.


    “Mr. Strd, it’s an honor. I am ke Lache, deputy leader of Dark Eagle.


    “I have long heard of your esteemed names, and to meet you here today is a rare and blessed asion.


    “Unfortunately, the owner, Doran, was just killed by Divine Drakebane.


    “I’ll go heat up the wine and bring out the beef for you all.”


    “Oh, Doran is dead? Well, it’s only to be expected.


    “Years ago, Baird spread rumors and orchestrated the massacre of the 35 members of Dragon Manor.


    “20 yearster, the descendants of Dragon yer seek revenge–it’s only natural!


    “Doran was one of the killers, his skill wascking, and it’s no surprise he was in by Divine Drakebane.”


    Gabriel’s eyes glinted coldly as he spoke.


    His own disciple, Prometheus, had been killed by Divine Drakebane just ten months ago.


    He hade to Snow Valley not only for the rare opportunity that arose once every 50 years.


    He also aimed to kill Divine Drakebane and reim his ce as a true warlord.


    If he failed to do so, his reputation, once untouchable in the World of Darkness, would be shattered.


    “Ha Doran’s dead?” Isabe chuckled softly “Gabriel isn’t it true that your disciple Prometheus met the


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    Gabriel’s expression darkened. He tightened his grip on his golden staff, mming it against the granite floor.


    The ground cracked instantly beneath the force.


    Isabe’s voice was icy. “Hmph! If I had met Divine Drakebane, I would’ve killed that bastard on the spot!


    “My eldest disciple, Bourne, died at his hands. I swear I will make Divine Drakebane pay with his life!”


    Jessiah shrugged. “Isabe, don’t speak so recklessly.


    “Divine Drakebane is the Young Lord Dragon’s son, raised to be a god of death by Shadow himself. He’s not your average warrior!”


    “So what?” Isabe snorted. “In the 50 years I’ve spent honing my skills on the ind, I have enough power to crush him with a single palm! Hmph!”


    With a sharp crack, the floor beneath Isabe’s feet caved in, creating a half–foot–deep pit.


    Tiago, already picking at the beef and wine ke had brought, spoke up. “Alright, let’s eat. We still have <i>a </i>journey ahead of us.”


    It was only then that Tiago noticed ke, Dermont, Steller, Haniel, and the others standing nearby.


    “You all heading to Snow Valley as well?”


    Dermont stepped forward. “Mr. Tiago, we’ve been ordered by our alliance leader, Shepherd, to go to Snow Valley and eliminate Divine Drakebane. This is the perfect opportunity to end him.”


    “You–a bunch of trash–think you can kill Divine Drakebane?” Gabriel sneered, his gaze sweeping disdainfully over Dermont and the others.


    “My eldest disciple, Prometheus, ranked first on the Dark List, and Paulson–none of them could stand against Divine Drakebane,” Gabriel said, his voice dripping with cold disdain.


    “And you pathetic fools? You’re just walking to your deaths. Go home before you end up like Doran!”


    Larrie Kurt, a red–haired man standing beside Dermont, snorted in defiance. “What’s your problem, old man? Calling us trash? You’re asking for trouble!”


    ke and Dermont flinched in shock.


    They never expected Larrie, of all people, to dare speak so disrespectfully to these legendary warlords.


    It was as if he had no fear whatsoever.


    The Four Warlords had once dominated the World of Darkness, striking terror into anyone who crossed their path. Even elite special forces from the most powerful nations had been like ants before them.


    Tiago simply shrugged and shook his head, unwilling to waste his energy on such an insignificant warrior.


    Gabriel, however, scowled, his voice icy. “You’re nothing but ants! Get out of my sight. I don’t want to waste my time killing trash like you!”


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    “Don’t talk about your glory days. Fifty years ago, sure, you were tough. But that was then. Now, with your brittle bones, you should’ve been forgotten by time!”


    With a loud crack, Gabriel mmed his golden staff into Larric’s head.


    In an instant, the massive man copsed into a heap of lifeless flesh.


    A heavy silence fell over Snowy Inn, the air thick with tension.


    Gabriel pointed at ke and the others. “Drag this garbage out of here!”


    Captain Dermont quickly ordered his men to remove Larric’s body.


    The inn returned to its previous stillness, as if nothing had happened.


    Isabe finally broke the silence. “Gabriel, 50 years ago, we missed the sight of a white dragon leaping from the Snow Dragon Pool. We can’t afford to miss it this time.


    “Our agreement was to kill Divine Drakebane and take the essence stone from the white dragon’s mouth.


    “We’ll fight for it afterward. The winner ims the dragon dagger and the essence stone.”


    Gabriel chuckled. “Of course! We’ll work together to take the essence stone and dragon dagger. Whoever is strongest gets what they deserve. This was agreed upon, and it won’t change.”


    A murderous glint shed in the eyes of all four warlords.


    Each one was calcting their next move, strategizing the best path forward.


    ke, curious, asked, “Mr. Strd, the ancient relic that’s rumored to exist–isn’t it just the dagger in Divine Drakebane’s hands?<b>” </b>


    Jessiah snorted. “That dagger in Divine Drakebane’s hand is nothing more than scrap metal without the essence stone from a mythic beast. It needs that to unlock its true power.


    “Even if the dragon dagger has absorbed the blood of martial arts masters, it can’t awaken its cosmic power without the essence stone!”


    ke and Haniel paused, their minds racing.


    They had assumed that the ancient relic was simply the dragon dagger in Divine Drakebane’s possession. They hadn’t realized it needed the essence stone from the Snow Dragon Pool to unlock its true potential.


    Dermont pressed further. “Mr. Strd, what exactly is the power of this ancient relic? Is it really as destructive as the legends say, capable of destroying the world?”


    Gabriel exchanged a knowing look with the other Warlords. “Heh, you children don’t need to worry about that. You’ll never even get close to the relic, so just stay out of our way!”


    The inn fell into an eerie silence, heavy with tension. No one dared to utter a word.