Versatile Mage: One innate talent for each system

Chapter 333 The Nine Dragon Throne, Hades Descends

The next day.

Kunlun Mountains.

Streams of light of various colors came from all over the world, or traveled through space and across regions.

They were the numerous high-level mages and forbidden spell mages who had come in response to the summons.

At this point, they all stopped outside the Kunlun Mountains.

Although the Kunlun Mountains are located in China, the Kunlun Demon Kingdom within them is famous throughout the world.

Let alone super-level mages, even forbidden spell mages wouldn't want to step into it.

As more and more mages arrived outside the Kunlun Mountains, many people's attention turned to Dean Xiao.

"Your Excellency, we have been summoned. Where is His Majesty the King of the Underworld now?" a forbidden spellcaster from Southeast Asia asked in broken Chinese.

"Wait a minute, His Majesty Hades hasn't asked us to go over yet," Dean Xiao replied.

Upon hearing this, the monks had no choice but to continue waiting.

Suddenly, a beam of white light emanating a chill descended.

The Mu family patriarch appeared from within.

He spotted Dean Xiao standing at the front immediately and couldn't help but shout, "You actually came too!"

The sound was so loud that it attracted the attention of everyone present.

The Mu Clan Patriarch pointed at Dean Xiao, trembling with rage: "Everyone, as a forbidden spell mage, he disregarded the rules of the Forbidden Spells Association and came to my Mu Clan to wreak havoc. Mu Pang Mountain was destroyed in an instant! Even the Grand Elder, a group of clan elders, and the clan's prodigies were all killed by him!"

"Today, many masters of the Forbidden Spells Society are here. You must give me an explanation!"

The patriarch of the Mu clan felt a pang of pain in his heart when he thought of the tragic scene he saw after returning to Mount Mupang, and the many Mu clan members who were injured.

The price must be paid!

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The monks whispered among themselves, but none of them stepped forward to speak for the Mu family patriarch.

The Mu Clan Patriarch grew anxious and shouted at the nearest forbidden spell masters, "Are the rules of the Forbidden Spells Association useless? He's a forbidden spell master who broke the rules, why don't you help me punish him?!"

The clamor subsided.

The air was filled with silence.

Dean Xiao looked at the Mu family patriarch calmly, his heart unmoved.

After a while, several more streaks of light appeared from the horizon.

It includes Mo Fan, Mu Ningxue, Mu Bai, Xu Zhaoting, Zhang Xiaohou, and others.

Among the mages who came from the small city of Bo City, there were actually double-digit super-rank mages. If the various forces knew this, they would surely be shocked.

Mo Fan looked around and asked curiously, "Huh? Why hasn't Xin Xia arrived yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, another beam of white light, more than ten times thicker than the usual light, fell down.

The warm, jade-like light slowly dissipated, and Ye Xinxia, ​​the current ruler of the Parthenon, appeared, with a group of Parthenon knights standing behind her.

Instantly, all the mages stepped forward to pay their respects. Even the forbidden spell mages dared not antagonize the goddess, for she possessed supreme healing arts and even resurrection magic, which were of utmost importance to them.

At this moment, the goddess's status was fully revealed.

"Xinxia!"

Mo Fan approached Xin Xia, looking her up and down. "What are you doing, Brother Mo Fan? Do I have flowers growing on me?" Xin Xia asked with a smile.

“I was just worried you weren’t doing well in Parthenon. It seems like you’re doing pretty well now, they’re taking good care of you there.” Mo Fan grinned, looking happy.

“Xinxia is the Parthenon Goddess. Even if everyone else is having a hard time, she can’t be.” Mu Ningxue suddenly said.

"That's that."

Mo Fan scratched his head. He always forgot about this. Xin Xia was now one of the most powerful and influential people in the world.

In the distance, the Mu family patriarch saw that the Goddess Parthenon was with the group that had gone up Mount Mupang before, and immediately concluded that Dean Xiao was one of the Goddess's people.

If it were the Parthenon, it would indeed be able to disregard the rules of the Forbidden Spells Society to some extent after the Holy City disappeared.

The Mu family patriarch's mind immediately went into a storm of thought, trying to figure out where the Mu family might have offended the goddess.

Just then, the sunlight gradually dimmed.

Looking up, the golden sun was being devoured by black, like a celestial dog eating the moon, and the world suddenly darkened.

In the instant the world darkened, the sun, which was being devoured by the black mist, trembled violently, as if an invisible giant hand was tearing it apart from its core.

A crack suddenly appeared that pierced through the sun. Crimson-gold flames and pure black death energy intertwined and collided wildly at the crack. The energy ripples that burst out swept across the sky like a tsunami, making all the mages outside the Kunlun Mountains feel a shiver from the depths of their souls!

"That is……"

A high-level mage cried out in shock, his pupils shrinking sharply from extreme astonishment.

From within the cracks, nine dragon roars resounded throughout the universe, each carrying the unique pressure of an emperor-level creature, like the beating of ancient war drums, causing the earth to hum in unison.

Immediately afterwards, nine enormous shadows burst forth, each ten thousand feet long, their scales gleaming with different luster in the remaining sunlight.

The nine emperor-level dragons all lowered their proud heads at this moment!

They dragged a throne made of obsidian and bone, slowly emerging from the crack in the sun.

A figure sat quietly on the throne.

He was dressed in a long black robe with gold embroidery at the hem.

He simply sat there, yet he exuded an aura that made heaven and earth submit to him, making everyone feel suffocated and unable to feel the slightest bit of unease.

On either side of the throne, the angels of death stood silently.

Behind the throne, a vast, dark mass of figures stretched as far as the eye could see, obscuring the sky.

Thousands of monarch-level undead strode forward with heavy steps, their bone claws shattering the void with a crisp "crack" sound.

Then came the Serpent Empire led by Apas, and the Totem Beasts led by the sub-Emperor-level Azure Dragon.

Each of them possessed an aura powerful enough to make the mages present tremble with fear, yet at this moment they stood like the most loyal guards, surrounding the throne of Hades as it slowly descended.

The shocking rift gradually healed after they had completely sailed out, and the world grew even darker. The eerie death aura emanating from Hades, along with the energy radiance emanating from the undead and the imperial creatures, obscured the entire sky.

Outside the Kunlun Mountains, there was a deathly silence.

The forbidden spellcasters gripped their staffs tightly, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads; the super-rank mages' legs went weak, and if they hadn't been clinging to their dignity as mages, they would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

That young face, resembling a Chinese person, was one that many of the forbidden spellcasters present had never seen before.

However, the Hua Jun leader and others from China were all too familiar with it.

That's the source of the river!
Jiang Yuan's gaze slowly swept across the area below. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, as if resonating directly in the depths of their souls:

"Good afternoon everybody."

(End of this chapter)