Volume 1, Chapter 59: The Judge Takes Office

The massive energy ball moved forward slowly. Although its speed seemed lacking, if it were to encounter any obstacle and detonate, the resulting power would be enough to make anyone regret it for a lifetime.

A radius of over a hundred thousand miles would be reduced to flat ground, and countless abyss-like fissures would tear across the heavens and the earth.

Yet, what puzzled him was that even with Fudge currently in power, Scrimgeour should still be the Head of the Auror Office and a high-ranking official governing a major domain. Why had he come in person?

"Let's all attack together! Do not leave him the slightest chance to escape. Today, we must completely slay this fiend!" Beidou possessed the lowest cultivation realm among those present, yet his Flame Emperor Sword caught the eyes of Torre and Toto. Although the two harbored doubts regarding Beidou's identity, they ultimately chose to join forces with him in the assault.

Turning back, he saw that Ling Tianchen was sitting upright and stern, radiating an oppressive might of the exact same intensity as Leonhart, engaging in a direct clash of auras with him. Beidou's seat happened to rest within a vacuum where the two conflicting auras canceled each other out, thereby liberating him.

Seeing that both of his teammates understood, Rollo said no more. At the very least, he still had to face that terrifying Sirius ahead.

Following the turbulence brought by the descent of the mages, these pathetically weak nations had been hanging by a thread. With Professor Zhang operating from behind the scenes and Percy stationed at the front, backed by economic and military guarantees, they were gradually being integrated into a unified whole. At this rate, the establishment of a new nation was almost within reach.

Diana was still carefully observing the room: a rustic bed, an oil lamp flickering on the nearby table, thin transparent gauze draperies hanging before the bedstead, and an old, dilapidated wooden wheelchair off to the side.

Furthermore, Tom Riddle's obnoxious brat of a Voldemort was simply no match for the utterly ruthless Professor Zhang. Two streams of sword Qi suppressed him completely, leaving him just waiting to be handed over to the next apprentice as a welcoming gift.

Coupled with Mo Bai utilizing the power of nothingness to protect everyone, the central district of the city was spared from being displaced by Void-Ryougi's transfer.

Driven by curiosity, Huaxi temporarily pushed the matter of the Wine God to the back of her mind and, as if guided by some mysterious force, stepped into the Palace of Matrimony.

Shen Yun raised an eyebrow as he looked at the two performing street juggling before him, this exact word instantly flashing through his mind. However, the two individuals in front of him were probably not members of the Esper Alliance; otherwise, they wouldn't need to make a living through street performances. Of course, such a conjecture might be inaccurate—perhaps they were in the midst of some mission and were merely doing this as a cover.

At this moment, the multicolored halo surrounding the Bagua Mirror grew even fainter, and the ball of light enveloping Yifan and Lingfeng began to scatter as well, their figures gradually becoming faintly discernible.

It was impossible. The master had not yet integrated with the Primordial Dan, and it was still insufficient to prompt Chongxi to make a personal appearance.

There were no ghosts or monsters here. There were only themselves. In the distance, Platoon Leader Ye stood holding his rifle, utterly bewildered and at a loss.

As his divine sense probed into the jade talisman, it instantly crumbled into powder, and a line of information flashed into his mind: Sweeping the Army—the first strike deals double damage, the second strike allows for leap-over-level challenges, and the third strike is the complete Army Sweep.

Hearing Chen Bo's command, his four subordinates suddenly moved, kicking up gusts of chilling wind as they aggressively pounced toward Yifan.

Tao Ran hesitated for a moment, wondering which identity would be best to present. He figured that upon receiving the report, they must have already conducted a brief background check on him. In the eyes of these police officers, his name was currently registered at the hotel as Li Dongxu.

"Hmph! So what if he's from that organization? Wasn't he still expelled by them?" Su Man's eyes flickered. Although she had confidence in Shen Yun, that particular individual was indeed far too renowned in the surrounding region.

His gaze grew vacant and his spirit wilted. When he thought of his day-and-night relentless research spanning these past seven thousand six hundred years, a piercing, unbearable pain gripped his heart.

After a brief stagnation, his shoulders began to tremble the next moment, resembling a volcano on the verge of erupting, brimming with boundless fury.

Though the soldiers of Jiangdong had lost their commander, they fought the Cao army to the death under Cheng Pu's direction, battling until nightfall before both sides finally sounded the retreat.

As the night deepened and the two brothers fell asleep, Zeer, who had been waiting for a long time, knew his opportunity had arrived.

Tao Zuoquan and Tao Zuoran relayed Wen Niang's words, but the two brothers still decided to make a trip to the Fu family's main branch. The men of the Fu family could not simply play deaf and dumb and live their lives as if nothing had happened.

After paying their respects to Murong Xu and Long Muxing, Li Qianfeng immediately recounted the entire sequence of events regarding this assault on Tianji Island.

Following a muffled "Boom!" a burst of white light violently erupted from atop the multicolored spiritual shield, after which the shield—along with Zheng Zhong—was forced straight back by a hundred meters before finally coming to a halt.

Su Yusheng curved his thin lips, unwilling to drag out the suspense. Cutting straight to the point, he said, "The last time Qinghe was abducted..." Before Su Yusheng could finish his sentence, Immortal Qianyuan immediately squatted down in terror, tears welling up in his eyes as he hastily begged for mercy, sobbing with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Yaoguang's Flight, Three-Step Lotus." Before Chang'e even had time to ask, Yanglian had already darted swiftly toward the youth, conjuring three massive lotus flowers that enshrouded him.

The hands of the Thousand-Poison Hand were not something ordinary people could touch. Her entire body was riddled with venom, and her hands naturally bore poison—a virulent toxin that caused death the moment it drew blood.

Though Ye Chen did not look back, his spiritual sense kept monitoring the situation the entire time. When the middle-aged man with the surname Mu halted his steps, Ye Chen's expression shifted slightly, though his pace did not slow; he continued steadily climbing upward.

Everything had already been arranged for Ye Chen's arrival. After entering the city and walking down merely a single street, he arrived at a spacious plaza where numerous beast-drawn carriages were parked.

This grand enthronement ceremony could only be postponed. Yi Fengming's heart was also gripped by panic; if any further mishaps occurred, all his filthy deeds would inevitably be exposed.

Chen Feng stared wide-eyed, his mind daring not to wander further as he hurriedly draped her ceremonial dress back over her shoulders. Reaching out to check her pulse for a diagnosis, he discovered that she had been afflicted with a tremendously potent aphrodisiac.

Realizing this, the Emperor of Zhao finally relaxed completely; at the very least, this giant serpent would no longer attack him. Simultaneously, the black and white spheres dissipated into starlight, ultimately transforming into primordial globes that silently orbited around him.

Now, these two newcomers who had caught the Purgatory Commander's eye actually collided with one another at such an early stage.

The moment his physical form vanished, Ye Chen felt an excruciating agony tear through both his body and his spiritual sense, plunging deep into the core of his soul, nearly causing his vision to blacken as he teetered on the brink of fainting.