On the west coast of Miracle World, in the capital of the Uranlis Federation, where the headquarters of the Mage Association was located, Phantom City...
At the very center of the city, all the buildings were encompassed in a thin layer of fog.
Unlike the Sky City in the Empire's capital, the Phantom City of the Mage Association was said to have been moved to an alternate dimension. Although one could see and hear it, without permission, one would never be able to enter.
The tallest tower in the center of Phantom City, which was 1,000 meters tall, was the Magic Tower of the Mage Association's number one expert — the Black Mage King.
Right now, Fang Xingchen, who belonged to the third generation of the Fang Clan, was kneeling on the ground. This person, who had been tested to have the talent to become a Red Robed Mage, had become the Black Mage King's disciple, and had been cultivating in Phantom City for the past two years.
Fang Xingchen, who was only six years old, had already grown to the size of a 13 or 14-year-old child. He was 1.5 meters tall, and his entire body was covered in muscles.
His face was mature and resolute, and it was impossible to tell that he was only six years old.
Moreover, there were two small bumps on his forehead, as if there was something brewing in them. It was clear that he had made great progress in cultivating the Red Robed faction's black magic over the past two years.
Right now, he was kneeling on the ground, his eyes flashing with deep-rooted hatred. "Master, my parents and grandmother were all forced to their deaths by that b * stard, Fang Xingjian. Please take action once and kill Fang Xingjian to avenge me."
Before Fang Xingchen was an elderly man with a withered body, who looked like a skeleton. The elderly man was sitting on a rocking chair, swaying back and forth as the chair swayed.
Hearing Fang Xingchen's words, the elderly man said slowly, "Xingchen, I won't take action for something like this. It's just a mere Fang Xingjian, a good-for-nothing who hasn't even reached the Divine level, and yet you want me to take action? "What a fool. If word of this gets out, others will laugh at you. "The most important thing when you're out in the world is your reputation. Without your reputation, you won't be able to have a strong will, and you won't even be able to cultivate."
Fang Xingchen lifted his head, a little unconvinced, and said, "But..."
The Black Mage King frowned, patted the chair, and said, "Isn't it just your parents who died? When I came out at the age of ten, my entire family was drowned by my enemies and fed to the fish. Aren't they still fine now? If you want to take revenge, you should cultivate yourself. After a few years, you'll have to force that bastard to eat shit. That's the rule. "
Fang Xingchen lowered his head with a grim expression, clearly dissatisfied with this outcome.
Just then, a gray mist slowly floated in from the window, forming a vague human figure.
The Black Mage King's eyes slanted slightly, and the centipede-like scar on his face appeared increasingly savage. "Gray worm? You're not dead? You dare to come here? Aren't you afraid that Madman Yin will chop you to death? "
The person who had just arrived was one of the top characters among the Gray Robed Mages, the Terrene Shrine's upper echelon — the Gray Robed Mage Worm King.
Hearing the Black Mage King's words, the gray fog trembled a little and turned into an extremely ugly big worm. It grinned and said, "Old man, it's been many years since we last met, but you're still as ugly as ever. You're probably the person that Silver Lunatic wants to kill the most right now. He doesn't have the time to bother me. "The world's metamorphosis has come, and the density of ether particles will increase by a thousand or even ten thousand times. The speed of cultivation will get increasingly faster, and the true path after the Divine level will be opened up soon. I wonder how many experts will appear from the Church of Universal Truth this time around."
"You came here to tell me this?" The Black Mage King smiled coldly and said, "When has our Mage Association ever been afraid of them? What are you doing here? If you don't tell me, I'll squash you to death. "
The incarnation of the Worm King smiled and said, "Fang Xingjian, this guy is from Earth, right? He killed quite a few of our men. I'm here to ask if he's related to you. "
Hearing the words' Fang Xingjian ', a gleam flashed in Fang Xingchen's eyes. The Black Mage King shook his head and said, "You want to touch him? He's not one of us. He came from Earth on his own. I think he's a hybrid of an Earthling and a Miracle Person. He has the body of a Miracle Person and has also cultivated the Empire's Path of Knights. "
Gray Worm broke into a satisfied smile. "I understand. Then we don't have to hold back anymore."
The Black Mage King said in disdain, "He's in Demonic City now. You Gray Robed Mages are useless without diabolic energy. If you go to Demonic City, be careful not to be beaten to death by him. "
"Hmph, there's no need for you to say that. We naturally have our ways."
"Then scram."
...
Heading north from Miracle World, past the plains' Steel Lion Kingdom, past the Marksel Papal Kingdom where the headquarters of the Holy See of Truth was located, they arrived at the northernmost part of Miracle World, arriving at the country of frost, Manjaar.
It was different from the Empire's ruling structure from the cities to the regions to the royal family. It was different from the Mage Association's Federation system. It was different from the plains style of the Steel Lion Kingdom. It was also different from the Sand Country's slavery system. It was also different from the Papal State's religious system.
Manjaar, this country amidst the frost, still had the structure of many primitive tribes.
The leader of all the tribes was known as the King of Manjaar.
This generation's King of Manjaar was the Frostwolf Tribe's Hell Wolf Zax.
Right now, in the Frostwolf Tribe, a silver-haired man was lying next to a bonfire, looking at the roasted meat on the bonfire silently.
The silver-haired man looked to be in his thirties or forties. He had smooth skin, a slender and powerful figure, and his eyes revealed endless vicissitudes of life.
Next to him, the strongest expert in Manjaar, this generation's King of Manjaar, the Hell Wolf Zax, who had stepped into the Divine level for over 20 years, was kneeling on the ground, roasting the meat for the silver-haired man. His expression was one of unprecedented respect.
Suddenly, the tent was opened, and a young man with short silver hair walked in. As he entered, a bloody stench came gushing out. It was as if the stench had taken on a material form and was about to enter everyone's noses.
Smelling this bloody stench, the Hell Wolf Zax almost broke down. He looked at the young man with short silver hair and said, "What have you done?!"
The young man with short silver hair did not look at him. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Master, kill all those who deserve to die."
The middle-aged man nodded, and Zax became enraged. "Who are you guys? Who on earth are you guys? Why are you guys massacring our Frostwolf Tribe?! "
Right now, the Hell Wolf Zax, who had once dominated the ice plains and was invincible, wore a look of despair and fury.
He had been happily hunting with a few Elders and Priests when the two people before him had descended from the sky.
The middle-aged man had not made a move, but the young man had attacked consecutively and defeated all of the Frostwolf Tribe's Elders and Priests.
As the strongest expert in the ice plains, he had not been able to take a single punch from the other party.
Including him, there were a total of three Divine level experts and over 20 level 29 warriors. To think that they could not even take a single blow from the other party.
Hearing the Hell Wolf Zax's cries, the silver-haired middle-aged man threw him a sideways glance and said, "When the Frostwolf Tribe fights with other tribes, it's the law of the jungle. I don't care.
"However, one month ago, after you guys defeated the Shadowwolf Tribe, not only did you massacre our warriors, but you even raped women and children, burned pregnant women to death, tortured girls, dug out the babies in their wombs, and stabbed them to death.
"The entire Shadowwolf Tribe has turned into a living hell. This makes me very unhappy.
This makes me... very unhappy.
"If I don't kill you guys, I won't be able to sleep tonight."
The silver-haired middle-aged man shook his head. "You guys have no morals."
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