Starting with 10,000 times the experience, and you're calling me a terrible player?

The sigh coming from underground didn't sound like it came from a beast.

It was more like something that had been asleep for a very long time, and upon being awakened, it gave an impatient snort.

The crack continued to widen.

Black mist surged forth from the fifty-meter-wide abyss, carrying an aura of utter decay.

Wherever the fog passed, the pebbles on the ground were directly weathered into powder.

The Dragon Blood Soul Devouring Curse on Lin Mo's chest throbbed violently.

The dark lines spread from the right chest to the collarbone, as if being pulled from afar by something.

Each throb was accompanied by a sharp, stabbing pain.

This is not ordinary pain.

Is the curse itself... responding to something?

"They're out."

Zhang Wei's voice had returned to calm.

Deep within the crevice, a gigantic claw gripped the edge of the ground.

The claws were covered with grayish-white scales, each scale engraved with dense ancient runes.

Those runes were exactly the same as the law fluctuations on the gray-robed dragon servant in the hell dungeon.

The things in the Dragon Palace.

Lin Mo's smile vanished completely.

Wang Jingzhe's face had lost all color. He no longer tried to break through the blockade, but instead desperately shouted towards the direction of the instructors in the distance:

"Everyone evacuate! Take the students and evacuate to the west gate! Quickly!"

A second paw came up.

A large section of the ground collapsed.

Before the owner of the claws had even revealed his full form, the aura emanating from those two claws alone was enough to knock out everyone within a hundred meters who was below the third level of cultivation.

Zhang Wei looked at Lin Mo, a cruel smile creeping onto his lips.

"Lin Mo, you're amazing."

"But in this world, there will always be things you can't beat."

Just as the third claw was about to emerge from the crack—

The sky cracked.

It's not a metaphor.

It was as if a finger had poked a hole in the sky above, like a piece of glass.

The edge of the cave entrance was pure gold, without any magical effects or dazzling light.

It's gold. A clean, pure gold.

A person came down from the cave.

He was wearing a faded gray robe and ordinary cloth shoes.

His hair was gray and casually tied back. His face didn't reveal his age; he could be forty, sixty, or four hundred.

He landed beside the crack.

It lacks any outward display of power.

Even the hem of her clothes didn't flutter.

But the moment he stepped out of that hole, the air in the entire Tianfu University seemed to freeze.

The five Zhang family members at the fifth level, who were restraining Wang Jingzhe, stopped their attack at the same time.

It wasn't because of tacit understanding.

It's because their bodies are unable to move.

"Alliance Leader..."

Wang Jingzhe's voice was somewhat hoarse.

The man in the gray robe didn't look at him.

He glanced down at the thing crawling out of the crack.

Then extend a hand.

Right hand.

Spread your fingers, palm down, and gently press down.

It's like trying to soothe a disobedient dog.

boom.

The two giant claws that were resting on the ground suddenly retracted.

A mournful howl came from the crack, followed by the sound of bones shattering—not the ground, but the thing's own bones.

The 50-meter-wide crack began to close.

The rock strata on both sides seemed to automatically repair and close, like a videotape being played in reverse.

The black mist was forcibly pushed back into the ground.

The entire process takes no more than three seconds.

Several tender green grass shoots even sprouted on the closed ground.

The Dragon Blood Soul Devouring Curse on Lin Mo's chest throbbed violently the instant the crack closed, then slowly returned to its normal frequency.

The feeling of being pulled away disappeared.

"Is this what an eighth-level expert is like? Even if it's just an avatar."

The teeth of a middle-aged man behind Zhang Wei were chattering.

Eight turns.

The power ceiling in this world is the peak of the fifth rank.

Those who have completed more than five revolutions must go to the outer battlefield to intercept the outer evil god.

It was an eternal battlefield where human civilization and unknown terrors had raged for thousands of years.

Only a handful of people were able to return.

The true form of the alliance leader is right there on that battlefield.

What stands here is merely a fifth-stage clone of his.

A single fifth-stage clone is enough to suppress everyone here.

"I didn't want to take action in the first place."

The gray-robed man's voice was very calm.

He turned around and looked at Zhang Wei.

There was no anger or intimidation in his eyes; instead, there was a gentleness characteristic of an old man.

But this gentleness sent a chill down Zhang Wei's spine.

"The younger generation of the Zhang family are quite bold."

Zhang Wei's lips moved a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

His eyes, however, were darting around frantically.

The three beams of light landed on the plaza almost simultaneously.

Qin Lan, Shen Yuntang, Pei Jun.

Shen Yuntang walked to the leader's side and whispered a few words.

Pei Jun coldly surveyed the entire room, his gaze lingering for a moment on the five members of the Zhang family who turned around.

"Zhang Wei." The leader's voice was still very soft.

"Broken the seal on the Alliance's directly affiliated schools, released the sealed monsters, and endangered the lives of thousands of students."

"Do you know what kind of crime this is?"

Zhang Wei's face was ashen.

But his right hand was always clutching something in his sleeve.

"Lord of the Alliance."

Zhang Wei took a deep breath, his voice hoarse.

"This matter... was a moment of impulse on my part. My son was killed, I..."

"Zhang Hengyuan launched the sneak attack first."

Qin Lan interrupted coldly.

Zhang Wei shut his mouth.

The silence lasted for five seconds.

Then he suddenly laughed.

"Then there's nothing to talk about."

Zhang Wei suddenly pulled his right hand out of his sleeve!

A golden crown the size of a fist floated above his palm.

The crown's surface shimmered with a liquid-like golden light, and a blood-red gem was set in its very center.

Something living seemed to be sealed inside the gem, writhing wildly.

The crown has arrived.

A forbidden item that grants the wearer a temporary portion of the "King's Power".

"Zhang Wei!" Wang Jingzhe roared.

late.

Zhang Wei placed the crown on his own head.

Golden light poured down from the crown, instantly enveloping Zhang Wei and the five fifth-ranked warriors behind him.

The auras of the six people surged by more than one level at this moment.

The leader's expression changed for the first time.

Not surprised.

He frowned slightly.

"You even have a level five crown."

He simply uttered four words.

Golden light flourishes!

The ground beneath Zhang Wei's feet vaporized instantly.

He and the five of them transformed into six golden streaks of light, rushing towards the sky at an almost undetectable speed.

Qin Lan and Pei Jun simultaneously intervened.

The two spells struck the golden light, and like water droplets falling on a red-hot iron plate, they were instantly evaporated.

The power of the crown is enough to withstand a fifth-tier attack for a short period of time.

The six golden rays disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Ran.

The square remained quiet for a long time.

Pei Jun withdrew his hand, his face ashen.

"Is it inconvenient to chase after someone with a clone?"

The leader of the alliance did not answer this question.

He used up most of his power to forcefully reverse the seal, creating a fifth-stage clone.

With the crown's blessing, Zhang Wei and the others were powerless to stop him.

His gaze fell on Lin Mo.

To be precise, it landed on Lin Mo's right chest.

The black patterns on the Dragon Blood Soul Devouring Curse had returned to normal, but under the Alliance Leader's gaze, the patterns shrank slightly, like a startled snake.

"It did react as expected."

The leader of the alliance walked up to Lin Mo.

At close range, Lin Mo could sense that the gray-robed old man did not exude any sense of oppression.

Lin Mo rolled his eyes.

"Just say what you mean! Don't you know how annoying it is to only say half of what you mean?"