Chapter 239: The Holy Zither is defeated; The Spatial Throne

Boom!

A terrifying explosion sounded.

An invisible wave of air spread out in all directions, causing the robes of the magic caster, Joelson, to flutter in the wind.

A golden flame of combat aura rose from Oswede’s body as he watched the battle. He had to use all his strength to resist the wave of air before he could barely stabilize his body.

Looking at the back of Joelson, who was standing like a lone mountain in front of him, his eyes were filled with shock.

He knew that the gap between him and the top geniuses like Joelson and 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 energy dissipation of the two of them.

Oswede’s confidence took a huge blow.

After a while, when the clouds at the center of the explosion dispersed, Oswede’s eyes slowly widened.

An even more intense shock appeared on his face.

He saw the Holy Zither floating in the air with a pale face, the light wings on her back dim, and the right hand holding the holy sword hanging weakly by her side.

A meandering stream of pale golden blood was slowly flowing down from her white arm.

Oswede could hardly believe his eyes.

The Holy Zither.

Had actually lost?

Not only was she defeated but he was also injured!

It was only a single strike from Joelson!

Without even a battle, he had injured Holy Zither with a single strike!

Oswede looked at Joelson’s twilight with horror.

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It was too terrifying.

As expected of a super genius who could step onto the 46th step of the stairway of the gods, a sun-level genius.

If those saints who had mocked Joelson for only relying on the power of the giant dragon knew the result of this battle, their jaws would probably drop.

Holy Zither took a deep look at Joelson, then flew away without looking back.

Joelson did not chase after him.

Because there was no need.

Killing was forbidden in the Saint Realm. He could not kill Holy Zither and it was not so easy to kill Holy Zither.

He only hoped that this battle would let this woman and the people of the Church of Light learn a lesson, and stop bothering him like flies.

He injured the Holy Zither with a sword and the Holy Zither was defeated.

Oswede’s mind was still muddled.

The legend of the Holy Zither had been circulating in the Saint Realm for a long time.

She and the one from 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 directly chopped off one of the twin stars.

Oswald had a strong premonition in his heart.

The glorious era of the saint-level twin stars was about to pass.

When Joelson defeated the Dragon Blood Clan member, he would become a legend that belonged only to Joelson.

“As expected of the enemy of the light.”

Oswede flew up and said with admiration and helplessness, “Even the Holy Zither was injured by you. The people of the Church of Light will hate you to death.”

Joelson’s expression was calm as if he wasn’t worried about this problem at all.

“Let’s go see the Silver Throne first.”

When the figures of Joelson and Oswede had completely disappeared, the figures of saint-level powerhouses slowly appeared in the surrounding sky.

The battle between Joelson and the Holy Zither had caused such a huge commotion, how could it not attract the attention of others.

The faces of the saint-level powerhouses were all solemn, the shock and surprise in their eyes had not completely disappeared.

“Holy Zither actually lost?”

There were even people who whispered these words as if they had not yet accepted this fact.

“This time, the entire Saint Realm is going to be shaken!”

“As expected of the legendary sun saint-level genius, he has just entered the Saint Realm and already stirred up such a huge storm!”

“I really don’t know what kind of scene will it be when this Joelson and that person from the Dragon Blood Clan face off?”

“Just wait and see. I have a feeling.”

The eyes of an experienced saint-level expert flickered and he said in a low voice, “The Fifth Throne will be born from these three geniuses.”

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The palace of the Silver Throne.

A silver-gray palace stood in the clouds.

The residences of saint-level intermediate-saint-level experts were all built in the clouds.

It was as if they were to separate themselves from the ordinary people on the ground as if they were gods.

It was said that the ordinary people living in the Saint Realm also worshipped these powerful saint-level powerhouses as gods.

Each of the Four Great Thrones had a city under it and it 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 couldn’t live forever, so how could he be called a god?

Oswald led Joelson into the silver-gray palace.

It was bigger than Joelson had imagined. After passing through an extremely long passage, 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.

Lush green grass and flowers, and birds flying freely.

Joelson raised his head. There was still a sun hanging in the sky but he could not feel any temperature.

“That’s an illusion.”

Oswede explained to him, “This is actually a part of Lord Silver Throne’s domain.”

“What?”

Joelson was slightly shocked.

The power of a domain could evolve into a small world?

Wasn’t this too exaggerated!

Oswede could see his surprise. He smiled and said, “The Silver Throne majored in spatial magic and his domain is also of the spatial attribute. Moreover, he once obtained a piece of spatial fragment and the two fused together to form this small world. Speaking of which, the Silver Throne is probably the most relaxed of the Four Great Thrones.”

As Oswede was speaking 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 was stunned.

This series of events happened in just a few seconds and, before he could react, Oswede had disappeared.

Fallen?

Joelson felt a wave of terror in his heart. He turned his head abruptly and suddenly saw a handsome silver-haired youth 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 youth’s aura had completely fused with the space behind him. He was clearly standing in front of Joelson but Joelson could not sense him.

If space was compared to the surface of water, then the silver-haired youth was like a shadow reflected on the surface of water.

Joelson looked around and said in a deep voice, “Silver Throne?”

The silver-haired youth revealed a surprised expression and praised, “A while ago, that kid Nicholas came to beg me to protect you. I didn’t mind but now it seems that you do have a lot of interesting things.”

“You’re the first one to be able to recognize this spatial mirror clone of mine. I heard that on your way here, you even made that little girl from the Church of Light suffer a little loss? How amazing.”

As the silver-haired youth spoke, a smile appeared on his face as his entire body shattered into many pieces like a mirror.

The peaceful scene around Joelson quickly faded away.

An empty hall appeared in front of him. The hall was made up of mirrors on all six sides, and countless Joelson appeared in it.