Chapter 170 The Most Ancient Demon King! Command Wind and Thunder!
Inside the lavish banquet hall, the Magi conversed in hushed tones, their gazes occasionally and subtly drifting towards the turbulent central area.
There was no such thing as an airtight wall under heaven; many Magus societies had heard about the conflict between the Lu Family and the Committee for the Compilation of True History.
However, due to their apprehension towards Matriarch Luo Hao, only a handful ultimately dared to get involved in this muddy situation.
Lu Yinghua's face was ashen as he surveyed the few factions that had gathered, his gaze briefly lingering on Arthur and his two companions, feeling deeply perplexed by the Sage Council's involvement.
He turned to Amasu Touma, who was dressed in a suit, and spoke with a cold voice.
"Yinghua originally did not wish to bully others by relying on power, but unexpectedly, he was instead treated as a benevolent person?"
"The task of the patching heaven stone carving was personally decreed by my Master, her venerable self. All of you, think carefully before choosing sides."
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the leaders of those several Southeast Asian societies drastically changed, and they glared angrily at Amasu Touma, the instigator.
Didn't you pat your chest and guarantee that this matter had absolutely nothing to do with Matriarch Luo Hao?
They only wanted to earn some resources and favors, but they had no intention of throwing their lives into it!
The naturally cunning Amasu Touma loosened his tie, his face still maintaining that indifferent expression.
He had never counted on this rabble from the start, merely directing his inquiring gaze towards Arthur and his two companions.
Lu Yinghua also looked sideways, a strong sense of apprehension flashing in his eyes.
The Sage Council and the Red Cross were truly forces that had a record of contending with Godslayerss.
If they insisted on intervening, tonight would likely not end well.
"Since you are all so troubled, then hand over the patching heaven stone carving to me."
An ancient and icy voice suddenly resounded throughout the hall without warning, as resentful spirits in ancient armor burst forth from the ground, surrounding the banquet hall so tightly that not even a drop of water could get through!
The sudden change caused the Magi to exclaim repeatedly; a few impatient individuals tried to fight back, but were firmly held down by their elders, who frantically signaled with their eyes.
At some unknown point, a white-haired elder in a dark trench coat was already standing by a dining table, grabbing a plate of delicacies and devouring them whole, as if no one else was there.
"Hmm, the taste is acceptable."
After a brief comment, Marquis Woban turned to face the silent hall, his wolf-like eyes, glowing green, were utterly cold.
"I never would have thought that you ants would dare to hold such a gathering in private."
Marquis Woban slowly paced to the center of the hall, and naturally ordered Amasu Touma.
"For the sake of the joy that is about to come, perform a few trivial tasks for me, and all of you may leave safely."
Facing the death-like gaze of the oldest Demon King, Amasu Touma was utterly powerless to resist.
His body trembled uncontrollably, and he took out a jade box from his Pregnant, bowing and asking.
"Please enlighten us, Marquis; we will certainly give our utmost effort."
Beneath Marquis Woban's seemingly intellectual and scholarly appearance lay a madness far exceeding that of ordinary people; he spoke coldly.
"I am planning to prepare a summoning ritual, and the patching heaven stone carving will be useful. Now I only lack a psychic shamaness to construct the ritual; find her and hand her over to me."
Amasu Touma opened his mouth, cold sweat pouring down, but he couldn't even utter a single word of refusal.
"What is a summoning ritual?"
At this moment, a clear, cold male voice broke the deadly silence, causing everyone present to turn their heads.
Princess Alice and Erica, who stood beside Arthur, regarded Marquis Woban as if he were nothing, and softly explained to their King.
"My King, that is a forbidden technique created specifically for summoning 'disobedient gods'."
"The moment the ritual is completed, the shamaness will suffer a severe backlash for overstepping the gods, and her life will not be spared."
Arthur nodded slightly, meeting the astonished gazes of everyone, as the azure glow in his pupils fiercely collided with Marquis Woban's eerie light in mid-air!
"In that case, the routine questioning can be skipped."
Marquis Woban narrowed his eyes, which glowed with an eerie green, and the resentful spirits, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately swarmed out, attacking vital points!
Clang!
A platinum arc tore through the sky, instantly slaying the spirits and dispelling all resentment!
Arthur, holding the Salvation God Sword, pointed it at the arrogant-looking Woban, a long-unseen hint of excitement on his lips.
"It's too cramped here; let's change locations!"
Before his words finished, a terrifying divine power fluctuation erupted!
A blinding bolt of lightning seared everyone's eyes, and Arthur and Woban's figures instantly vanished from the banquet hall.
...
In the boundless yellow desert, a continuous roar echoed from the horizon!
Arthur transformed into lightning, entering the realm of divine speed. He seized Woban's neck with one arm, actually dragging this oldest Demon King, forcefully crashing him from above the city to this very spot!
Bang!
The lightning carved a deadly zigzag in the air, transforming into a spear of light thrown by a god, smashing Woban directly into the sand sea, raising a hundred-meter-high wave of sand!
The next instant, a chilling, eerie green divine radiance shot into the sky, clearing the dust and revealing Woban, completely unharmed.
He raised his hand and rubbed his creaking neck, a morbid pleasure on his ancient face.
"I never thought that a pretentious god would be mixed into an ant's gathering? State your name!"
Arthur stood at the edge of the circular sand pit, looking down indifferently at Woban, whose eyes glowed with an eerie green, feeling a faint stinging sensation on his skin.
Hiss!
The azure glow surrounding his body boiled and burst forth, completely expelling the encroaching authority, and he let out a sneer.
"You recognized my divinity, yet you still dare to cast 'Eyes of Sodom'? Do you think you can turn a god into salt?"
With his authority failing to achieve any success, the eerie green in Woban's wolf-like eyes receded, and his palm unconsciously opened and closed, slowly rising.
"A high-level divine personality capable of resisting salinization? Then be buried in my storm."
"Calling wind and rain to gather thunder, knowing that both heat and cold are my subordinates, bring the madness of gales and raging waves to this land!"
The night sky suddenly pressed down, and heavy, ink-like dark clouds descended, completely swallowing the starlight!
Accompanied by rumbling thunder, torrential rain poured down, threatening to turn the land into a swamp!
Arthur looked up at the apocalyptic scene, a slight smile on his lips, his voice teasing.
"Do those who claim to be the oldest all have such arrogant quirks? As if exerting an extra bit of strength is more shameful than losing?"
"This is the command of the Heavenly Master, wind and thunder, respond to the summon of the cloud-rider, and ravage all things!"
The decree of the Heavenly Master was issued, and the wind and rain that swept across heaven and earth instantly stopped, and the thunder ceased!
In an instant, the earth-shattering roar of the collapsing sky shook the world, and a lightning storm surged upwards, crushing the inky dark clouds, and then plummeted directly!
The backlash of authority came too suddenly, and the self-important Woban was completely caught off guard!
He was immediately swept up into the sky by the violent lightning and crystallized sand, enduring endless bombardment and tearing!
"Roar ah—!"
A bestial roar, full of rage and pain, erupted from the center of the thunderstorm!
Woban tore apart his tattered clothes, his bones crackled, his body swelled against the wind, and dense body hair, sharp fangs, and claws burst forth from his body!
"Boy, you really provoked..."
"Too much nonsense!"
Arthur, standing on the wind, swung down the Salvation God Sword, and a platinum sun instantly illuminated the entire night sky, shattering the atmosphere, and plummeting directly into the sand pit!
Boom!!!
The salvation thunder exploded across the entire area, the earth was annihilated inch by inch in the flash, stirring up a terrifying earth tremor that reached the edge of the sand sea!
Arthur waved his hand to repel the scorching sand and dust, gazing at the bottomless giant pit of heavenly thunder, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"He is indeed the oldest Godslayers; he didn't even die from that?"
Beneath the giant pit, there was dead silence.
A hellfire, extremely oppressive yet full of supreme temptation, surged from the depths of the sinkhole!