I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

When Prince George saw the half of the sword hilt embedded in the golden mountain, the smile in his eyes finally faded.

He naturally recognized the Holy Sword, but what made his vision go black was the Holy Mountain beneath the other's feet.

"Is the holy mountain really that small?"

He naturally didn't know that the Holy Mountain itself wasn't very big to begin with. His gaze shifted from the Holy Mountain to Ji Tian's face, and he suddenly sighed softly.

"You should have stayed in the Elven Royal Court longer; my intelligence indicates that the trip would have taken at least a month."

"I speedrunned it."

"It seems I really did have a lapse in judgment."

Prince George straightened the gold crown on his head, the gems inlaid on it shimmering in the sunlight.

"The church investigated the artillery case for months, and at most they only caught a few mid-level members, while you found my ship in just a few days. The Holy Sword can evade all prophecy and divination... I should have thought of that."

He slowly straightened his body, his silhouette, which had been elongated by the golden crown, straightened again, his posture composed.

"Now that the church has sent you to investigate this matter, I can't let you leave: what a tragic story it is that a hero fought alone against pirates for the safety of the sea, ultimately dying from exhaustion!"

Before he finished speaking, Ji Tian made his move.

The sacred mountain suddenly contracted beneath his feet, and Ji Tian took the half of the sacred sword into his hand. His entire figure shot off like an arrow, breaking through the bow deck and heading straight for Prince George's face.

Prince George raised his right hand and pushed his palm toward Ji Tian, ​​and invisible ripples spread out from his palm.

The most basic ability of the Golden Crown is mental pressure!

This power is extremely effective against humans, but when Ji Tian collided with that ripple, the halo of the Holy Mountain lit up at the sword guard, and the ripple dispersed to both sides like waves crashing against a reef.

"It's useless? Was it purified by the holy mountain?"

Ji Tian's sword had already been handed to Prince George.

But as his sword touched the other's chest, Prince George vanished instantly.

The sword tip pierced through a golden afterimage, smashing into the wooden wall of the ship's bow, blasting open a hole several feet square, and shattered wood fragments scattered across the sea like scraps of paper blown by the wind.

Prince George appeared atop the mast of the adjacent ship, still composed, but the look in his eyes was no longer as relaxed as before.

"Your sword is indeed fast, but that alone is not enough."

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers at Ji Tian.

The dominance of the Golden Crown was then activated.

A black wall of water surged up from the seabed, and three colossal beasts, each tens of feet long, emerged from the water. Their bodies were covered in dark blue scales, and their whiskers were like whips. They swept directly toward Ji Tian.

On the sea, the cannons on dozens of pirate ships simultaneously turned their muzzles, bursting out a series of orange-red flashes, and solid bullets and magically wrapped shells rained down like raindrops.

Ji Tian did not pause.

He made an almost illogical change of direction in mid-air, using the momentum from the holy sword to flip sideways over the first sea monster's tentacle, and then slapped the surface of the tentacle with his right hand, using the force to spring upwards.

The shells flew past from below, exploding into dense columns of water on the sea beneath his feet.

The second sea monster opened its massive jaws and lunged forward. Ji Tian charged towards the abyss-like maw, and just before he was about to be swallowed, he stretched out his left hand. The palm-sized sacred mountain in his palm suddenly expanded to several feet in size.

The sea monster's massive jaws were forcibly ripped open, spraying out dark red blood mist and emitting mournful cries.

Ji Tian emerged from the blood mist without even blinking.

The third sea monster tried to coil its body around him to trap him, but Ji Tian stepped on the seam of its thickest scale, and the power exploded from his foot, directly shoving that section of its torso below the surface of the sea.

Water splashed everywhere, and the sea surface churned as if boiling.

George stood in the void, his lips moving, his chanting accelerating.

His magic condensed around him at a visible speed, and the moisture in the air began to crystallize, rise, and condense into visible chains of runes.

He needs enough time to chant the forbidden incantation.

His gaze swept across the sea, where the pirates under his command were frantically adjusting their cannons, but reloading would take time after that salvo.

The sea monsters have been scattered and will need at least ten breaths to regroup.

But Ji Tian won't give him ten breaths.

Ji Tian leaped out from above the sea monster's remains, his robes stained with dark red blood, his movements showing no sign of slowing down.

He didn't look at the pirates reloading their cannons, ignored the sea monsters churning and struggling on the surface, or even turn his head to listen to the screams of the sailors as the pirate ship beneath him sank.

To catch the thief, first catch the king; his target was only Prince George himself.

George's spell was almost complete; the runic chains around him converged, coiled, and condensed into a dark golden pillar of lightning.

He saw the white-clad figure grab the hilt of the holy sword on the ship and throw the sword, along with the palm-sized holy mountain, into the sky.

The holy sword transformed into a golden stream of light, shooting straight into the sky.

What? Are you trying to injure me by throwing the holy sword?

Do you think you're an elven archer?

Just as he was thinking this, he saw Ji Tian leap out and rush towards the place he instinctively wanted to avoid, just like a cannonball.

What? You want to punch me? How utterly ridiculous!

Ji Tian's right fist had already been thrown out.

The air in front of his fist was compressed into a visible shockwave, and the water on the sea surface was pressed into an arc-shaped groove by the air pressure, as if it had been cut open by an invisible giant blade.

George almost choked on his last chant.

His judgment was faster than his consciousness.

The golden halo exploded just before Ji Tian's fist touched his face, and George's figure disappeared from his original spot, reappearing on the sea not far away.

He was panting heavily, his face as pale as paper.

The energy consumed by the crown's teleportation came from the gems on the crown, which terrified him quite a bit.

He could clearly feel that if that fist landed on his face, the force field connection between his skull and crown would break at the point of contact, and then his head would explode like a crushed oyster.

Now that he's wearing the crown, he has the physique of a legendary mage, theoretically capable of withstanding even basic forbidden spells, yet his opponent only used one punch.

George looked up at the sky.

The holy sword continued to rise, its golden streak tracing a graceful arc across the sky before beginning to fall.

With the sword tip pointing downwards, the small sacred mountain on the blade was expanding at a visible speed, and golden light burst forth from the mountain's surface, like a miniature sun.

Despite his inner horror, George never stopped talking and finally managed to recite the final incantation completely.

The single-target forbidden spell [Thunder of Judgment] has been successfully activated!

Dark golden lightning bolts shot out from his palms, soaring straight into the sky!

He wanted to release that light before the holy mountain fell, even if he couldn't kill the opponent in one fell swoop, he wanted to force him to take the initiative to [release the holy sword].

Only in this way will the other party die completely.

Ji Tian changed direction again in mid-air, rushing forward at high speed despite the lightning pillar. The aftershocks of the forbidden spell exploded into a bottomless crack on the distant sea.

Dude? This is a forbidden lightning spell! A forbidden spell known for its offensive power, you think you can just say it and forget about it?

Even if you were struck by lightning every day, you wouldn't be this bad!

At this moment, Ji Tian landed on the mast of a pirate ship as if stepping on a street lamp. Using his toes for leverage, he sprang up again and charged directly towards the enemy.

The mast beneath his feet, unable to withstand the immense pressure, and the lightning crackling around Ji Tian's body, instantly turned to dust.

George was completely numb at this moment, and activated the Crown's teleportation in advance, his figure flashing and appearing on another ship.

But Ji Tian's second change of direction in mid-air was even faster than his. Just as he teleported to the deck, Ji Tian appeared directly in front of him, his right fist slamming into his face.

The crown was deemed fatal again, and George teleported for the third time.

Looking at the hero who had taken a forbidden spell without any apparent harm, he finally lost his composure.

Three of the nine gems on the crown have become dull and have been reduced to ordinary decorative stone.

How many more times can he teleport?

"Hey, is it possible to reconcile?"