DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 239: Holy Zither defeated; Spatial Throne
The explosion!
A terrible explosion was heard.
Invisible airwaves spread out in all directions, causing the magic caster robe, Joelson, to flutter in the wind.
Golden flames of battle aura emerged from Oswede's body as he watched the battle. He had to use all his strength to withstand the airwaves before he could barely stabilize his body.
Looking at the back of Joelson, who was standing like a mountain alone in front of him, his eyes were filled with shock.
He knew that the gap between him and top geniuses like Joelson and the Holy Zither would be huge, but he did not expect it to be this big.
The Golden Lion and the late stage saint-level powerhouse could not even withstand the dissipation of the energy of the two of them.
Oswede's confidence took a big hit.
After a while, as the cloud in the middle of the explosion spread out, Oswede's eyes slowly widened.
A more intense shock appeared on his face.
He saw the Sacred Zither hovering in the air with a pale face, the light wings on his back dim, and his right hand holding the holy sword hanging weakly by his side.
A stream of meandering pale golden blood slowly flowed down from his white arm.
Oswede could hardly believe his eyes.
Holy Zither.
Did he really lose?
Not only was he defeated but he was also injured!
That was just one strike from Joelson!
Even without a battle, he had injured the Sacred Zither with a single strike!
Oswede looked at Joelson's twilight in horror.
That's too scary.
As expected of a super genius who could step onto the 46th step of the stairs of the gods, a sun-level genius.
If the saints who ridiculed Joelson relied solely on the power of the giant dragon knew the outcome of this battle, their jaws might fall.
Holy Zither looked at Joelson deeply, then flew away without looking back.
Joelson is not after him.
Because it's not necessary.
Killing is forbidden in the Saint Realm. He could not kill the Sacred Zither and it was not easy to kill the Sacred Zither.
He only hoped that this battle would make this woman and the people from the Light Church learn a lesson, and stop bothering him like flies.
He injured the Holy Sitar with a sword and the Holy Sitar was defeated.
Oswede's mind is still in turmoil.
The legend of the Holy Zither had circulated in the Saint Realm for a long time.
He and one of the Dragon Blood Clan were like two twin stars under the Four Great Thrones, illuminating the entire Saint Realm.
But he didn't expect that.
As soon as Joelson arrived, he instantly cut off one of the twin stars.
Oswald had a strong premonition in his heart.
The glory era of the saint-level twin stars was about to pass.
When Joelson defeats the members of the Dragon Blood Clan, he will become a legend that only Joelson has.
"As expected of the enemy of light."
Oswede flew over and said with admiration and helplessness, "Even the Sacred Zither is wounded by you. The people of the Light Church will hate you to death."
Joelson's expression was calm as if he wasn't worried about the matter at all.
"Let's go see the Silver Throne first."
When the figures of Joelson and Oswede completely disappeared, a saint-level powerhouse figure slowly appeared in the surrounding sky.
The battle between Joelson and the Holy Sitar had caused a huge commotion, how could it not attract the attention of others.
The faces of the saint-level powerhouses were all serious, the shock and shock in their eyes had not completely disappeared.
"Holy zither is completely gone?"
There were even people who whispered these words as if they had yet to accept this reality.
"As expected of a legendary sun saint level genius, he had just entered the Saint Realm and had caused a huge storm!"
"I really don't know what kind of scene will happen when this Joelson and the person from the Dragon Blood Clan come face to face?"
"Wait and just look. I have a hunch."
The eyes of an experienced saint level expert flickered and he said in a low voice, "The Fifth Throne will be born of these three geniuses."
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The Silver Throne Palace.
A silver gray palace stood above the clouds.
The residences of saint-level mid-level experts were all built on the clouds.
It was as if they were separating themselves from the ordinary people on the ground as if they were gods.
It was said that ordinary people who lived in the Saint Realm also worshipped this powerful saint-level powerhouse as a god.
Each of the Four Great Thrones had a city beneath it and the city was filled with their believers.
Joelson had a strange expression on his face. He always felt that this method was like deceiving himself.
The so-called god-level powerhouse was actually just a slightly stronger human.
He could not live forever, so how could he be called a god?
Oswald led Joelson to the silver-gray palace.
It was bigger than Joelson imagined. After passing through an extremely long passageway, a light suddenly lit up in front of him.
After taking a few more steps, a harmonious scene appeared in front of Joelson.
It was as if he had come to another world.
A lush green herd and flowers, and the birds fly freely.
Joelson raised his head. There was still a sun hanging in the sky but he could not feel any temperature.
"It's an illusion."
Oswede explained to him, "This is actually part of the domain of Lord Silver Throne."
"What?"
Joelson was surprised.
Domain power could evolve into a small world?
Isn't this too much!
Oswede could see his shock. He smiled and said, "The Silver Throne majored in spatial magic and its domain is also a spatial attribute. Moreover, he had once obtained a piece of spatial fragment and the two fused together to form this small world. By the way, the Silver Throne is probably the most relaxed of the Four Great Thrones."
As Oswede spoke to Joelson, the space behind him suddenly cracked like a canvas, swallowing him whole.
Then, everything returned to normal in an instant, as if nothing had happened.
Joelson's dumbfounded.
This series of events happened in just a few seconds and, before he could react, Oswede had disappeared.
Falling off?
Joelson felt a wave of terror in his heart. He turned his head abruptly and suddenly saw a silver-haired handsome young man looking at him.
"I hate it when people whisper about me behind my back."
The silver-haired youth spoke calmly. His aura was calm as if he was an ordinary person but Joelson took a few steps back.
The silver-haired young man's aura completely fused with the space behind him. He was clearly standing in front of Joelson but Joelson could not feel it.
If space was compared to the surface of the water, then the silver-haired youth was like a shadow reflected on the surface of the water.
Joelson looked around and said in a heavy voice, "The Silver Throne?"
The silver-haired youth revealed a surprised expression and praised, "A while ago, that Nicholas child came begging me to protect you. I don't mind, but now it looks like you have a lot of interesting things."
"You are the first person who can recognize this copy of my spatial mirror. I heard that on your way here, you even made that little girl from the Light Church suffer a slight loss? It's amazing."
As the silver-haired youth spoke, a smile appeared on his face as his entire body shattered into pieces like a mirror.
The peaceful scene around Joelson quickly faded.
An empty hall appeared in front of him. The hall was made up of mirrors on all six sides, and countless Joelson appeared inside.