Sebastian stood motionless as if stunned. As the punch neared, he swiftly retaliated with a forceful kick to Gabriel’s chest.
With a dull thud, Gabriel was flung backward, spewing blood mid-air. His eyes were wide with shock and disbelief.
“Who is this guy? How could he be so powerful? Mr. Gabriel is formidable, yet he was kicked away effortlessly. Unbelievable!” The crowd erupted in astonishment and uproar.
Struggling to rise from the ground, Gabriel glared at Sebastian with fury and undisguised fear.
“I am a man under Lord Wavebreaker. Striking me is an act of disrespect toward Lord Wavebreaker. This is the supreme banquet, and laying hands on anyone here is disrespectful to the Supreme One. You’re done for,” Gabriel shouted angrily.
“Fool!” Sebastian sneered with disdain.
Gabriel, nearly bursting with rage, continued, “The supreme banquet is starting. Your arrogance won’t last. You’ll see your end when the Supreme One and Lord Wavebreaker arrive.”
“Let’s wait and see,” Sebastian replied with a meaningful smile, then sat down with Esme.
“Mr. Wilder, you were too impulsive just now. You shouldn’t have resorted to violence,” Esme frowned and expressed her concern.
“Are you afraid?” Sebastian asked with a smile.
“Of course I am. You’ve already dealt with Harrison, but why did you hit Gabriel as well? He’s under Lord Wavebreaker. He’ll surely report to him later,” Esme replied.
“Do you trust me?” Sebastian asked.
“I trust you,” Esme said, nodding firmly.
“Then don’t fear. I’ll stand by you,” Sebastian assured proudly.
Though his cultivation hadn’t reached its peak yet, Sebastian remained the formidable Supreme One.
Esme nodded again. As she gazed at Sebastian’s determined face and confident demeanor, she couldn’t help but feel her heart race and her cheeks flush red.
“Lord Gustwind has arrived!” someone reported.
“Lord Gustwind?”
Most were puzzled by this title. It was common knowledge that Dragotha had a total of 16 Gods of War. The prominent four were Lord Drakaria, Lord Hydra, Lord Frostclaw, and Lord
Cyclops, followed by 12 others.
However, Lord Gustwind was not among them.
“It’s the newly appointed God of War, Lord Gustwind! Let’s pay our respect!” an informed individual revealed the truth.
With this revelation, the crowd hurriedly turned toward the entrance to pay their respect to Lord Gustwind.
Even the heirs of prestigious families like Harrison followed suit.
The title of God of War wasn’t merely ceremonial; it was an honor and a recognition of strength. One’s martial prowess had to reach the Grandmaster Realm to attain such a title.
However, strength alone wasn’t enough; remarkable achievements were also necessary, followed by a personal bestowment from the Supreme One.
Therefore, a God of War possessed formidable strength and significant authority, surpassing that of ordinary grandmasters.
For individuals like Harrison, facing an average grandmaster might be manageable, but submission was inevitable in the presence of a God of War.
Strictly speaking, Elsa had not yet received the title bestowed by the Supreme One personally, so she wasn’t truly a God of War. However, this matter was already set in stone because Sebastian had agreed to confer the title on her today.
Just as Esme was about to kneel, Sebastian held her back. “You’re my fiancée. You don’t need to kneel even if it’s a God of War, let alone one without a bestowed title,” he reassured her.
“Are you sure?” Esme felt a bit anxious, as offending a God of War could have serious consequences.
“Trust me,” Sebastian said, flashing a confident smile at her.
As everyone else knelt, Sebastian and Esme remained seated. It was at this moment that a group of people entered, led by a woman clad in a battle robe.
The young woman appeared to be around 25 years old. She had a slim figure and delicate features. Though not overwhelmingly beautiful, she was certainly striking and memorable. Unlike the typical soft demeanor of many women, she exuded a commanding presence akin to a regal queen.
Upon seeing her, a complex emotion flickered in Sebastian’s eyes, transporting him back to seven years ago.
He had yet to establish Phoenix Corporation or the Supreme Nexus at that time. He was merely a captain of a special forces unit. Among his team was a lively and adorable girl who admired him greatly and was always by his side.
Before long, they became lovers. Unexpectedly, the girl left one day without a word, chasing greater power overseas, and disappeared from his life.
Now, her image overlapped with the woman in military attire before him. Those days were now just memories, fleeting like water under the bridge.
Following the woman was a group that included Bradfort and his son, Jordan, as well as several Smith family members.
“All hail, Lord Gustwind!” the crowd echoed in unison.
With an air of authority, Elsa walked past the crowd. It was only then that everyone noticed two people still seated. Although Sebastian had his back to the crowd, Evelyn and others recognized him instantly and became furious.
“How dare you remain seated in the presence of Lord Gustwind!” Evelyn shouted angrily. Jordan chimed in, “You worthless fool! Get on your knees and beg for forgiveness!”
Evelyn and Jordan had feared Sebastian’s strength and Esme’s status, so they hadn’t dared to be too harsh. With Lord Gustwind backing them now, they felt emboldened and eager to seize the chance to put Sebastian in his place.
Just as Esme was about to rise, Sebastian placed a hand on her shoulder and kept her seated. He then calmly picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and slowly said, “She doesn’t deserve that honor for me to kneel and beg her for forgiveness.”
