Chapter 592: The Mad King Slayer

"Damn you, die!" One of the last five martial kings, a king at the verge level, charged furiously at Gene Mormont. His speed was like a lightning bolt, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, sweeping up the stone slabs in the plaza. In his hand was a formidable weapon that was neither sword nor spear, yet resembled both. "Whoosh!" The weapon sliced through the air, resonating sharply. Runes danced around as the shockwave of lightning energy turned the surrounding space into a vacuum, culminating...