The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Especially that back view, I wonder if it's just my imagination.

Even through the thick robe, Xuan Yuanchen could feel an overwhelming sadness permeating the person before him.

That was the deathly stillness that settled down after witnessing countless tragedies and experiencing the vicissitudes of time.

Who exactly is this person?

"Who are you?"

Oswald's palms were already covered in cold sweat as he gripped the gun.

Even though the other party didn't exude any aura of a powerful expert, the "attack erasure" technique he just used was enough to prove how terrifying this mysterious person was.

When did Sherlock have hidden masters of this caliber?

Could they be those ancient relics that crawled out of their coffins?

wrong!

Those ancient relics all carried a decaying, deathly aura, just like Xuan Yuanchen, whose scent of having one foot in a coffin could be smelled from 800 meters away.

But the person in front of me...

Although it looks lifeless, the fluctuations of its life force are terrifyingly young!

Even younger than Oswald!

Faced with Oswald's questioning, the young man in black robes neither turned around nor paid any attention.

He simply raised his head slowly, his gaze passing over the four saints and looking towards the distant void, towards the endless sky.

It seemed that in his eyes, these so-called ninth-tier experts were nothing more than...

They weren't even worthy of his attention.

"Noisy."

Two words were softly uttered from beneath the bandages.

The two words were spoken very softly.

But those two simple words, when heard by Oswald and the others, were like a thunderclap exploding in the depths of their souls!

boom!

The four saints felt a sudden roar in their brains, and the world before them instantly shattered.

That was neither a sonic attack nor a psychological intimidation.

This is an absolute suppression from the level of life itself!

It's like a dragon looking down on ants, or a god rebuking mortals.

Even a single glance or a soft whisper carries an irresistible air of authority.

puff!

The saint who had been injured by Xuanyuan Chen's attack was the first to succumb and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it! Do it!"

Oswald was also shaken, his blood surging and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but as a knight of divine revelation, his fighting instincts allowed him to react instantly.

This person in front of me is too strange!

We absolutely cannot let him take the initiative!

We must strike first before he does!

"Divine Revelation: The Revolver of Destiny!"

Oswald roared, and the revolver in his hand flashed with a blinding light once more.

He didn't hesitate to burn his own source power to forcefully lock onto the head of the black-robed youth.

however.

Before he could pull the trigger...

The young man in black robes finally moved.

He made no unnecessary movements!

He simply raised his bandaged left hand and waved it lightly.

wow-

The space, which had been calm, shattered instantly, like a mirror.

A transparent ripple, visible to the naked eye, swept across Oswald and the others at an incredible speed.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any dazzling light effects.

But next second.

Oswald was horrified to discover that the legendary revolver in his hand... was gone.

It's not just about guns.

His legendary denim trench coat and his body covered in legendary defensive magical artifacts.

Even the half-smoked cigar in his mouth.

In that instant, everything turned to dust.

He stood there naked in the air, like a ridiculous clown.

The other saints fared even worse.

The fire mage's staff shattered instantly, and the vortex of magic within his body seemed to be forcibly crushed by a giant hand. He instantly slumped down, like a dead dog whose tendons had been pulled out.

The giant hammer in the lightning berserker's hand shattered inch by inch, and the bones in his arms also made a series of dense explosions. He screamed and flew backward for thousands of meters.

Not to mention that saint who possessed the power of mental curses, he was bleeding from all seven orifices, making him look like a demon!

The power of a single sleeve is terrifying!

The entire southeastern battlefield fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone who witnessed this scene, whether they were from the Shinshahs or the soldiers of the Beacon of Light below.

They have completely lost their ability to speak at this point.

What kind of power is this?

What level of skill is this?

Those are four ninth-tier Saints!

They are beings standing at the very top of the pyramid of human combat power!

How could someone casually swat it away, like swatting a few mosquitoes?

Demigod?

No... even a demigod couldn't do it so casually, so detached from worldly concerns!

Xuan Yuan Chen looked at the back of the figure blocking his way, his already cloudy eyes now filled with deep shock.

He could sense that the other party hadn't even used their full strength.

That last flick of the sleeve didn't even use one-tenth of its strength.

"you……"

Xuanyuan Chen opened his mouth, as if to ask something.

Just then, the young man in black robes slowly spoke: "Old General."

The voice was extremely indifferent, devoid of any human emotion.

But the moment those three words were uttered!

A warm and mellow power, from an unknown source, flowed continuously into Xuan Yuan Chen's body.

It only lasted for a moment.

Xuan Yuanchen was shocked to discover that his previously depleted source energy was recovering at an astonishing speed.

The fatal wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Boom! ...

Immediately afterwards, the atmosphere around them, which had been calm, returned to normal.

A jet-black aura surged from his body, directly dispersing the thick clouds in the sky.

That aura was mixed with endless calamity, despair, and suffocating madness.

It's like an ancient god from the distant past, slowly awakening.

He looked at the trembling Oswald in the distance, and at the massive combined fleet, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Leave the rest to me."

In an instant, this extremely plain statement spread throughout the world.

There was no use of amplification skills, nor any intimidating force of rules.

It's just ordinary human language.

But these few simple words reached the ears of the remaining saints of the Beacon Country.

However, it produced extremely terrifying destructive power.

The wind was still very strong high above.

But Oswald couldn't even move a finger at that moment.

This knight of revelation, who is usually high above and regarded as a god by countless people.

He was suspended in mid-air, naked at that moment.

Having lost all his defensive magical artifacts and legendary clothing, the powerful physique of a ninth-tier saint should not have been afraid of a mere sea breeze, but he now felt a bone-chilling cold that seemed to freeze from his skin all the way to the depths of his bone marrow.

The black-robed youth looked over again.

Under the gaze of those deep eyes, Oswald's thoughts paused for a moment.

That was a real death warning.

A sharp, stabbing pain began to shoot through his head.