Chapter 501: Sleeping Beauty

Boom!

The grand doors of the Court Banquet Hall burst open as a battered, wet motorcycle flew in. The guests hastily rose to dodge it, watching as it skidded all the way to the foot of the throne and shattered against the steps into scrap.

In the downpour, a servant drenched in blood, holding a long sword, strode in. Clad in a tailcoat design, after being drenched in fresh blood, it suddenly looked like a dark red trench coat; only, no one knew whose blood it was. A mask hid all but a pair of eyes, obscuring any glimpse of expression.

Yayin.

Everyone echoed the same thought.

A Saint of fifty years.

The Guardian of Nabistin.

The Sovereign of the Gospel.

The Savior who sheltered all beings, the Emperor of ultimate benevolence and goodness.