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It wasn’t about cowardice, it wasn’t about fear of death either... It was more about fear of letting something happen to the most important person in his life just because of a decision he made while letting himself be carried away by the moment.

Xie Feng looked at the Ring of the God of Destruction, which was still floating just inches away from the Throne, twinkling; as if urging him to sit down quickly.

He said, "I’m sorry. But I really can’t afford to risk my life here. If something happens to me, Xie Yao will be alone and by the time news of my death comes out, those little bastards hiding in the shadows will do things to her that... I don’t even want to imagine," Xie Feng scratched the back of his head and talked to the item as if he were talking to a person.

However, those words somehow caught the attention of the Light Saint Dragon. The middle-aged man frowned and wondered with whom the young man in front of him was talking.

The Ring of the God of Destruction still floated slightly above the throne and glowed slightly. Even when Xie Feng’s words came out of his mouth, the Ring did not change its behavior.

Xie Feng smiled bitterly. He did not know what he was doing talking with an item. Perhaps because he was a little embarrassed, Xie Feng did not try to get the Ring back; instead, he turned around and was about to leave. But a terrifying aura enveloped his body, causing his steps to stop involuntarily. He could clearly feel that there was a strong aura that had locked his body in place and was slowly scanning around in his body. Xie Feng stayed still, not making a sound as he stared at the old man, almost as if he felt nothing.

Because the Ring of the God of Destruction was covered by Xie Feng’s body, the Light Saint Dragon had not yet seen it.

As he was curious and worried that something was happening without him noticing, the Light Saint Dragon slowly surrounded the throne. If it were anything else, the Light Saint Dragon would not be so alert of a clearly weak human; but beings of light attribute were kind by nature and for that reason, he warned Xie Feng previously. Also, he could not let something bad happen in this place no matter what.

Carefully, the Light Saint Dragon circled and approached the throne slightly until he could finally see what was in front of Xie Feng. At first, he frowned as he looked at the object that was covered by a slight golden light and floated on the throne. But the expression of the Light Saint Dragon soon began to change; confusion, surprise, disbelief, terror, joy, etc.

After a few seconds, the strong aura disappeared as if it had never appeared in first place. The Light Saint Dragon came a little closer and Xie Feng saw that in reality, the face of the man in front of him was so normal that people would forget it after just one look.

"It seems that living in solitude for so long has weakened my spiritual sense. I didn’t realize it before but you actually have Chaos Energy within your soul... You, what’s your name?" asked the Light Saint Dragon. His gaze was clear and without evil intent as he looked directly at Xie Feng.

Chaos Energy!? Xie Feng’s heart shook as if a thousand ton hammer had struck it mercilessly. He could not believe that the middle-aged man in front of him actually implied that he could feel something inside him, something he had not even told Xie Yao!

Xie Feng couldn’t help but step forward, ignoring that his act would put his life at risk, and hurriedly asked, "Do you know anything about the Art of the Calamity Emperor!?"

When the words ’Art of the Calamity Emperor’ came out of his mouth, Xie Feng saw clearly how the pupils of the Light Saint Dragon shrank fiercely. The Light Saint Dragon was silent for a few seconds. With a deep sigh, he finally talked in a low voice: "Then I was right, you... *sigh*... "The Light Saint Dragon looked at Xie Feng again, now recomposed: "Child, what is your name?"

"Shiva," Xie Feng told the old man his name in the game.

"Shiva?" The Light Saint Dragon murmured the name under his breath as if he were a little surprised. "So, who told you to come here?"

"Destiny," said Xie Feng.

In fact, wasn’t it destiny that guided him to this place? If it weren’t for him getting over 300 points of fame in the Beginner’s Village at the beginning of the game, he could not have accepted King Hu Yi’s mission; without King Hu Yi’s mission, Xie Feng would have no reason to go deep into monster territory that the current one could not challenge and the Ring of the God of Destruction would not have reacted to the Holy Shrine.

Apparently, Xie Feng’s response was pleasing to him, as the Light Saint Dragon smiled slightly and the tense expression on his face disappeared: "I see... Destiny led you to this place"

"I’m sorry, but I don’t know anything about the Art of the Calamity Emperor," the middle-aged man shook his head and said without hesitation.

Xie Feng’s shoulders fell and a look of deception shone in his eyes. He remembered nothing about himself from the time he was ten years old, not even his own name. The only thing that was engraved in his head were five words: Art of the Calamity Emperor, as well as a strange technique to circulate a strange energy inside his body. He expected to finally get some answers, but it seemed that destiny was just playing with him.

"But..." the Light Saint Dragon’s voice made Xie Feng raise his face again and look at him with expectation.

"But... If you sit on the throne behind you, you might get answers... Although I can’t promise anything else, except that if it’s you, then you will definitely survive."

With an imperturbable look that did not allow one to see through, one of the most powerful existences of all this world looked at Xie Feng with calm and said: "Normally I would not allow such blasphemy... But, your wandering eyes tell me that you are a person who does not know why you came here and is still trying to find answers... Besides, since the Destiny led you here, I will give you the opportunity to decide. It is your choice"

As he finished speaking, the middle-aged man got out of the way and backed away. He closed his eyes and did not talk again.

Seeing this, Xie Feng lowered his head and looked at his feet as if in a stupor. Although he was a decisive man who never wavered, no matter what; Xie Feng was still only twenty years old.

Even old people in their fifties or sixties have doubts when making decisions, so was it wrong for Xie Feng to have the right to hesitate? No, he had that right. To hesitate, to worry, to be afraid; it was the nature of human beings.

After several minutes of silence, as if he had made a decision, Xie Feng raised his face again and looked at the Light Saint Dragon. Without saying a word, Xie Feng bowed for the first time in his life to another person.

Xie Feng didn’t know how the Light Saint Dragon felt when he bowed in respect, but this was the closest he had ever come to kneeling in front of anyone that Xie Feng could remember. It was the greatest respect and gratitude he could pay. A person as proud as Xie Feng is willing to bow? If Xie Yao knew, she would be speechless.

What reasons would the Light Saint Dragon have to hurt Xie Feng? Why would he go to so much trouble, when he could kill Xie Feng with one breath? What’s more... Xie Feng looked at the Ring of the God of Destruction, which still seemed to be waiting for him in silence.

Why would the ring that accompanied him from the first moment that Xie Feng began his travel in this world hurt him? After thinking and asking all these questions, Xie Feng came up with a very simple answer:

Nothing.

With a now calm and indifferent look, Xie Feng walked again towards the throne. Without hesitation and without delay, he turned and sat quietly while resting his arms at the sides.

*Swoosh!*

The Ring of the God of Destruction flew directly back to Xie Feng’s right hand and started to glow brightly. The golden glow was so intense that Xie Feng’s figure was soon completely covered.

The middle-aged man who was standing silently in the far corner of the hall looked at the scene as if fascinated. Xie Feng’s appearance looked like that of a true Legendary God... In addition...

"*Sigh*... So it was really like that," the Light Saint Dragon whispered underneath.

Xie Feng’s mask had abandoned his face, revealing his appearance.

[Ding!... Your class: Emperor of the Wind has been forcibly removed!]

[Ding!... New class forced!]

[Ding!... Class name: God’s Fall!]

A series of system announcements began to echo in Xie Feng’s mind.