Medical Sage

Instantly, everyone present was captivated by the two figures who slowly approached. The auras emanating from their bodies were overwhelmingly powerful, making even Lorid of the Nordic Odin Shrine, Mardo—the number two leader of the Scorched Earth Sect—and even Beirut seem lacking in comparison.

HMPH!

At that moment, the raspy voice filled with suppressed anger rang out again. The sound, heavy as a sudden thunderclap, boomed from one of the two figures and echoed throughout the entire underground area. Under the weight of that cold snort, which was laced with restrained fury, even the murky air seemed to tremble, causing the expressions of everyone present to change. They could all feel an extremely powerful oppressive force sweeping out from the gaunt figure’s body, completely enveloping the underground area, especially the battlefield.

The figure was dressed in a nobleman’s dark gold robe with golden patterns. He looked exceedingly old, with sparse, disheveled white hair. Yet his elderly body, his blood-red and murky old eyes, seemed to brim with an overwhelming and terrifying power. The feeling was completely suffocating.

”Prince!”

”Master!” When the powerhouses of the Brad Family and Beirut saw the old man, their faces lit up with sudden joy.

”Hiss… Is that… Greetings, Prince Schumacher! And Saint Magus Melsdom!” When Lorid, Mardo, and the others saw the nobleman in the robe, their gazes were also drawn to the man behind him. He was another elder, but one of his eyes was blinded by a deep, dark-red scar that ran vertically across it. The sight startled them, and they immediately spoke with reverence.

Schumacher Brad was the supreme ancestor of the Brad Family and the only Blood Clan Prince the family currently had. His strength was unmatched, allowing him to overpower even those of the same rank. In fact, many renowned Blood Clan Princes and sss-Level powerhouses, once considered his equals, had records of being defeated by him. This fact alone spoke volumes.

As for Saint Magus Melsdom, he was a titan of the Western Dark World, a super-powerhouse in no way inferior to Prince Schumacher. His power was unimaginable, even terrifyingly suffocating. And now… he has been personally invited by the Brad Family? It’s said that this Saint Magus Melsdom is not far from the Peak Realm of Holy Magister—the sss+ Level—only half a step away. A truly terrifying figure like him could probably eliminate someone like Bishop Hales with just one hand…

”Heh heh…”

Saint Magus Melsdom also had the appearance of an extremely ancient man. However, his fiery red hair and the savage, dark-red scar running through his eye were enough to make one’s blood run cold and scalp tingle. By now, he seemed to have a clear idea of what was happening. He swept a meaningful glance over Hales, who lay at Chen Fei’s feet. His gaze then lifted and fell upon Chen Fei’s surprisingly young face, where it paused for a moment.

The corners of the old man’s mouth curved into a smile. A sharp glint flashed in the depths of his murky eyes as he gave Chen Fei a profound look, but he remained silent.

This old guy… Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, frowned imperceptibly. He could feel that this old man was exuding a profound pressure that he had only ever felt from a Qi Refining Sixth Layer powerhouse. Against an expert of that level, without using the Mystic Stone Mirror, my chances are fifty-fifty at best… I can’t believe they invited someone like him. Chen Fei frowned again, feeling a surge of pressure. He now understood clearly. Even though he possessed a Mid-Grade Magic Artifact, the Mystic Stone Mirror, why wouldn’t titans of the Western Dark World like these possess Mid-Grade Holy Artifacts… or even Divine Artifacts? When their true trump cards are revealed, it will be hard to say if I can still maintain the upper hand!

”HMPH! What exactly is go— You…” Just then, the noble-robed Prince Schumacher began to speak again, his eyes dark with menace. This is the Sealing Land! Fighting here could destroy the seals. Who would bear the responsibility for the dire consequences and chaos that would follow?

But he stopped mid-sentence. His gloomy eyes twitched as his gaze fell upon Chen Fei’s young face. His eyes then tracked downwards, finally settling on the bloodstained face of the man pinned beneath Chen Fei’s foot. He muttered in shock, ”You are… Hales?”

He had finally recognized him.

But the more he recognized him, the more the shock and agitation on his face became impossible to control. He was well aware of Hales’ background and strength. The First Red-Robed Bishop of the Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church, an ss+ Ultimate Powerhouse! He’s not as strong as I am, but… he shouldn’t be so easily trampled underfoot, all bloodied like a powerless dead dog, right? After all, in a real fight, even a typical sss-Level Powerhouse might not have the strength to reduce him to such a wretched state, like a dead dog. This, this…