The Supreme God of Martial Arts
Chapter 388 A Gathering Of Talents (Part Two)

Meanwhile, a man wearing a yellow shirt stood in front of the line atthe seventh prince's formation. He had an aristocratic bearing. His highspirits softened his dignified appearance. A peculiar and strong odorwafted through the air wherever he was, and even from a distance often meters, Austin could smell his distinctive scent.

An elegant lady in white silk at the sixth prince's formation held a harpwith a carved image of a dancing phoenix.

Unlike the other cultivators, she was not an imposing figure.

This lady was well-mannered. Though it was impossible to discern fromher appearance whether she was at a high cultivation base, fighterswho stood beside her dared not look her in the eye. At the fifth prince'sformation was a teenager, about sixteen or seventeen years old, withtender skin as white as pure jade that further enhanced his strikingfeatures. His hands, white and slim, were like exquisite works of art.Every prince had one or two outstanding young cultivators whoattracted attention because of their distinctive temperament.

“Without a doubt, there are several cultivators from the high cultivationbase who keep a low profile on purpose to avoid being the center ofattention.

It seems that Violet Orchid Empire is so rich in skills that even theOutstanding Talents Exchange Games has assembled so many differenttalents at high cultivation. That means several intense competitivegames are gonna show today, * Austin thought.

When he studied different cultivators in every prince's formation, Austinmore or less knew the cultivation base of each fighter.

The two who were most conspicuous among crowd were respectivelyMichael and Philip.

What set Michael apart from all other cultivators was his body's abilityto freeze anything even several meters away. Even the ground would befrozen when he utilized this skill. Anyone who stood beside him wouldneed to use all their vital energy to fight the bitter cold he emitted.With the precious sword on his back, Philip, wearing a black suit, lookedlike a judge responsible for sentencing a sinner. His overbearingmanner was a manifestation of his dismissive attitude towards his rivals.Though still young, the mighty sword aura signified that his cultivationbase was equivalent to that of a master.

The one fighter with the ability to resist Michael's exceptional freezingskill was Philip. With his sword aura, he could ward off chills releasedfrom Michael's body as it approached him.

Refusing to draw attention to themselves, Austin and Dewey stood atthe corner, apart from the crowd. Maria, who was not far from Austin,curiously peeked at him from time to time. It appeared as though hetriggered her memories.

There was still no sign of the Emperor. The royal throne remainedunoccupied. There were two men who sat to the left and right of theroyal seat. Both looked plain and showed no enthusiasm for the event.To the left of the throne sat an aged man. He possessed a mild spiritalong with a benevolent appearance. He wore a loose gownembroidered with a panorama of the sun, moon, mountains, and river.At peace, he took a sip of tea. Judging from his expression, It seemedeverything was under control. Though old, he looked holy andimmaculate, as if he beamed sacred rays.

To his right sat a middle-aged man, who was a stalwart and figure ofauthority.

Neither one revealed their cultivation base, but for those who saw thetwo men, they only felt admiration for them.

"Tin, the one seated to the left of the royal throne is Randy. We methim on the way," Dewey whispered.

He had seen Austin staring at the two curiously, so Dewey thought itbest to identify them

Recognition lit Austin's face. 'It is Randy!" he thought.

That seat, it dawned on him, was reserved for the prime minister.Though his demeanor was always calm, and his behavior was oftenunderstated, people paid obeisance to the prime minister with all theirheart as a sign of deep respect.

Smiling, Austin couldn't help but think, “Randy is worthy of the positionof prime minister!"

His distinctive temperament had impressed Austin, who couldn't helpbut admire Randy.

"The one seated on the right side is Lord Protector General. The two arevaluable assistants of the Emperor, and responsible for his Highness,"Dewey explained.

He looked at Austin who was deep in thought.

"One is a general, and the other a prime minister,” Austin murmured.The young warrior could not help but be awed. He thought, “Nowonder they look different from ordinary people. They're the pillars ofViolet Orchid Empire.’

Suddenly, there was a flurry of activity.

A high-pitched voice from inside announced, "The Emperor is arriving!"At that exact moment, a soft wind like a drizzle of rain kissed the entirepalace. As the royal building was enveloped by sunshine, it was morelike heaven, immaculate and holy.

The palace displayed unparalleled dignity and the magnificence of anempire.

Rays of sunlight burst through the clouds. The fragrance of flowerswafted through the air, and the sky was clear and blue.

A shadow of a giant dragon, loomed above the palace. It measuredmore than ten thousand meters in length.

Meanwhile, two lines of one hundred court ladies appeared on bothsides of the palace and started to play music.

The atmosphere in the whole palace turned jubilant.

The Emperor was the Supreme Ruler. Before he walked inside, therewere already signs of auspiciousness and fortune. Golden rays of light,glowing clouds, and colorful flowers were more than just decorationsfor a peaceful world.

The atmosphere became solemn as everyone turned to worship.Finally, the Emperor, accompanied by dozens of court ladies andeunuchs, showed up. He wore a golden robe embroidered with adragon design and a crown studded with gems.

In his magnificent clothes, the Emperor walked steadily. Footstepsechoed in the palace. Every movement around him displayed thehighest dignity for royalty.

He was the Emperor of the Violet Orchid Empire, and was calledEmperor Arthur.

"Long live the king!"

The chants echoed in the palace. Everyone bowed in homage to theEmperor.

"Dear courtiers, there is no need for formality! I give little value tooutward politeness,” he said.

He smiled while speaking. Like a merciful God, he appeared as thoughready to pardon anyone who made a mistake before him.

But not long after, the majesty that earlier impressed people slowlyebbed. His eyes twinkled with more dazzle than the stars, and soon, helooked as normal as everyone else, the look of authority gone, and nosign of vital energy in his body.