Medical Sage

The nearly twenty people who managed to reach this hall were each an influential figure, capable of commanding the winds and the rain in the outside world, and even possessing a formidable reputation throughout the Western Dark World. The weakest among them had at least reached the SS+ level, while the most powerful—such as the Wenn Family Brothers, Holy Magister Melsdom, and Prince Schumacher—had even achieved the legendary SSS level. A lineup like theirs could destroy anything in its path.

Yet now, a clearly brainless, slow-witted fool dared to stand before them without yielding. What right did it have? On what grounds? An intelligent SSS-level powerhouse and a brainless idiot were completely different concepts, to say nothing of the sheer number of experts gathered here.

”Why waste words? Let’s get started. I’d like to see what this trash can still brag about,” Wenn Tianxiong said with a cold face. Suddenly, an overwhelmingly strong True Qi emanated from his body. Even Prince Schumacher, in his mightiest state, showed a slight change in expression as his eyes involuntarily sharpened.

”Then, let’s begin,” Schumacher said casually, pushing his emotions aside. As soon as he finished speaking, his two gaunt, branch-like wrists flickered with a strange light. In the glow, two blood-colored bracelets appeared on his wrists. The bracelets emanated an oppressive feeling, charged with a horrifying energy that sent shivers down the spine.

”Is that... the Blood Emperor Solam’s Judgment and Trial?”

Everyone’s pupils shrank as they watched the two blood-colored bracelets bizarrely appear on Prince Schumacher’s gaunt wrists. Then, two renowned names fell from their lips in shock: the Blood Emperor Solam’s Judgment and Trial. They were said to be among the top Mid-Grade Holy Artifacts in the Western Dark World, second only to the legendary Divine Artifacts. It was rumored they had slain at least three SSS-level powerhouses! The power they possessed was beyond any doubt.

”ROAR!”

Seeing Prince Schumacher wield such terrifying Holy Artifacts, even the Mutated Flame Demon seemed to grow unsettled and agitated. It growled at the prince from a short distance away before turning and fleeing.

This scene left everyone stunned. For a moment, they simply watched it go, and though they hesitated, no one suggested giving chase.

Soon after, Mardo scoffed with a half-smile. ”As expected of one of the most renowned Mid-Grade Holy Artifacts in our Western Dark World: the Blood Emperor Solam’s Trial and Judgment. It seems that creature must have suffered greatly at the hands of these Holy Artifacts before, wouldn’t you say, Prince Schumacher?”

Clearly, the situation was evident to anyone who wasn’t a fool. The Flame Demon had definitely retreated out of dread for the Holy Artifacts in Prince Schumacher’s hands. Otherwise, they would have faced a fierce battle. Even if the beast seemed to lack intelligence, its power was undeniable—the Mutated Flame Demon was at least at the SSS+ level or higher.

Prince Schumacher seemed to turn a deaf ear to Mardo’s question, avoiding the topic entirely. ”Alright,” he said coldly, ”since that thing has chosen to retreat, let’s get on with our business. The second area within this palace is the Inner Hall Labyrinth, which will take some time to navigate. I didn’t encounter any danger there when I came through before, but who knows if things have changed.”

Given the plight of the Brad Family, he clearly did not wish to delay any longer. The sooner they could handle the trouble deeper in, the better.

With that, he immediately turned and walked toward the entrance of the second area—the Inner Hall Labyrinth. Seeing this, the three peak Grand Duke elders of the Brad Family naturally followed without hesitation.

”Proceeding now? I think it might be better to wait,” a sinister laugh suddenly cut in.

Prince Schumacher paused and turned. Seeing that the one who had laughed was Wenn Yongshou, one of the Wenn Family Brothers, his expression soured. ”Mr. Wenn Yongshou, what do you mean by that?”

”What do I mean? Nothing much, really,” Wenn Yongshou said, licking his lips with a sinister smile. ”This matter doesn’t concern you, Prince. It’s just that my brother and I would like to take this opportunity to settle a personal score. Isn’t that right, Holy Magister Melsdom?” His cold gaze suddenly shifted to the visibly troubled Holy Magister.

The Holy Magister’s expression immediately turned grim and ugly.

The onlookers’ expressions grew peculiar. They weren’t fools; it was obvious the Wenn brothers intended to use this chance to attack Holy Magister Melsdom. After all, he was injured and alone. More importantly, trapped within the palace with the Mutated Flame Demon still lurking, even escape would be difficult. Wasn’t this a golden opportunity?

”Melsdom, what about the little bastard you allied with? Hasn’t he arrived yet, or is he already dead up ahead?” Wenn Yongshou sneered. ”It seems you didn’t choose a very good ally. That little bastard is completely useless! Hahaha!”