CHAPTER 424: CHAPTER 424 EFFORT TO RESTRAIN

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He was truly intrigued, but this was David!

The memory of the Roman Court’s overwhelming strength and resilience, until he could force himself to slaughter werewolves and spill the blood of these shadowed beings!

David heard Saint Minic’s words, and a smile blossomed on his face!

Though he cared about guarding the house, he had an overwhelming desire to end this insane arbitrator!

For this man stood as the enemy that emerged during the era of werewolves!

So, without hesitation, David’s sharp blue legs gleamed in the dim light.

"The claws of the King."

With a feral roar, David’s entire being shimmered as he lunged straight for Saint Minic, twin claws aimed directly at Saint Minic’s heart!

He intended to dig out the very heart of this foe!

But just as his claws swiftly approached Minic’s chest, the Millennium let out a mocking laugh: "Wolf, did your father never tell you? Before my holy presence, you dwell in darkness; fleeing might be your only chance!"

Fleeing perhaps?

And what does that mean?

David, not yet comprehending, suddenly felt an unsettling heat surge through his legs!

And then, a pure white flame erupted directly from Saint Sun’s body, enveloping him like an unyielding shield!

David immediately jumped back, curling his body tightly.

But the reality was—the white flame never extinguished, devouring every strand of golden fur on his body!

Clearly, despite David’s formidable strength, Saint Minic’s sacred white fire possessed immense deterrence!

A cruel suppression, potent and undeniable, that forced David—who had reached the pinnacle of Shangda’s might—to falter like never before.

With just one strike, he was rendered powerless, lying helplessly on the ground.

"Haha!" Indeed, the darkness that envelops such life can only grow more delectable!

Pitifully, as David lay defenseless and dazed, a figure stepped forward, planting a foot onto the motionless, battered David.

Who?

That icy voice echoed amidst the flashes of lightning and thunder.

Only the sky, now shadowed, grew heavier and closer!

So fast!

The shadow descended before them—a man and a woman atop its luminous edge!

The woman, draped in a black dress with flowing blue hair—this was none other than Alice, the Dark Queen, one of the four fundamental laws of the Royal Temple!

But neither the scales nor the forces around her dared dismiss her presence, as her pupils radiated piercing resolve.

Black hair, a frigid countenance—it wasn’t Bai Yang.

This was the mythical Yang!

The first among mankind!

The theologian Yang had finally descended from the Immortals!

"Master... Lord, you... you have finally returned! The young... the house... it couldn’t... no longer endure!"

Eyes fixed on Yang, fearlessly standing amid countless sharp blades and fragments with a faint smile.

Upon hearing his name, Yang suddenly disappeared.

Where the curtain fell, neither its scale nor faults reacted, as Yang re-emerged.

This time, however, he held two figures in his grasp—David among them—both shrouded in darkness and completely paralyzed!

"Hmm?"

Looking through the curtain, Yang frowned slightly!

Such speed!

Only now did he notice the fallen David at his feet, rescued from beneath the huge blaze of Saint Minic.

"This is an adrenal elixir, derived during this era as a potent remedy for healing injuries!"

Yang explained as he retrieved a jade bottle from White, handing it to Alice. He gave her three pills.

Alice immediately raised her head sharply, pulling three pills from the jade bottle and consuming them at once.

Just moments later.

And in an instant, every shattered sharp blade embedded in her body dissolved.

Most astonishing of all, the scars upon her form vanished—rapidly, completely, and astonishingly!

More than anything, David regained his humanity after he collapsed.

And in this moment, his breaths became steady once more, no longer resembling his previous state—on the brink of death!

"A miraculous elixir of magic!"

Watching the three figures who had been near death recover entirely through mere pills even astounded those of great faith.

But following this, Saint Minic turned his gaze upon Yang with a cold, indifferent smile: "You’re the one called Yang, aren’t you?"

"The great arbitrator! He... he is none other than that young man! The very one who the Great Emperor sought to kill!" Grant immediately interjected with certainty.

Now, as Saint Minic ignored Alice’s warnings regarding the scales, and Yang emerged—naturally—the hopes of several turned toward Saint Minic’s defeat at Yang’s hands!

This would undoubtedly diminish the Roman Court’s influence under the Pope.

Furthermore, with Yang’s triumph, the Holy Department would reclaim the title of Earth’s first sovereign; the days of the Roman Court reigning supreme one hundred years ago would finally fade!

It was clear that countless concerns weighed upon people’s minds as they viewed the unfolding scene.

Today, Yang hadn’t reached his level by ordinary means, and the extent of his sheer might remained unfathomable!

But one thing was certain!

After extinguishing Saint Minic, along with several chained forces, many gods had fallen. Their demise came not through mere effort but by exhibiting their utter confidence in Yang’s power!

Such was the belief of scales firm in their stance: "Admiral Shangda, they..."

"Do not matter," he replied.

Neither Alice nor the scaled forces could have predicted his slow response as he answered: "They’ve been cursed!"

"Cursed men?" Ha! The madness in his tone erupted.

Saint Minic began to laugh coldly: "For years, not one true arbitrator has been satisfied by you! Well then, since you dare stand against my might, let your arrogance lead to your downfall; only repentance shall cleanse you from the sentence of this judgment!"

In that moment, he raised his sacred palm, and David once again faced the sacred white flame’s assault!

"Judgment of Light!"

Saint Minic stared at the white flame emanating from his palm. A flame vast and radiant now surged toward Yang.

In mere moments, a blazing, fiery cross materialized.

"How... how can this be?"

Saint Minic watched in disbelief as Yang emerged calmly from the fire, unaffected by its intensity.

It was supposed to be an eternal flame, one that could not be extinguished!

A century ago, innumerable powerful beings had perished beneath its divine wrath!

And yet now? Why did it fail?

Moreover, not only did Yang remain unharmed but he radiated intense strength—the very sight of him unnerving!

Saint Minic’s blinding court failed to consume Yang, not even remotely altering his shining armor!

It neither burned his flesh nor dulled his resolve—it remained steadfast!

What did this signify?

Not merely the barbarity of Yangtze River’s prowess but Yang’s ascending strength!

Stronger than on San Francisco Island during his prior triumph!

How long would this last?

Was this miracle within the fragmented elegies of legends?

And to what extent had Yang transformed?

At this juncture, even with knowledge of his current level, it was impossible to ignore his breathtaking force!

Victorious in this battle, nothing would ever be the same again!

Unsurprisingly, destroying the radiant court produced no lasting impact.

For the arrogance once etched upon Saint Minic’s face now began to dissipate: "A formidable body, so pure yet untamed—such shall strike like the fiercest of peaks."

To shield himself from divine power through sheer bodily strength?

Upon hearing this proclamation, onlookers fixed their stunned gazes upon Yang.

But Yang, as if unaffected by their attention, remained composed.

In an instant, dark flames surged forth, aiming directly at Saint Minic.

"Cursed entity!"

Saint Minic caught sight of the assault aimed at him—an act beyond mere defiance—but also a direct challenge to his authority, and naturally he burned with fury!

Who did Yang think he was?

A century ago, even the jurists of the Roman Court couldn’t stand in the presence of his undeniable supremacy!

This was no mere exotic star!

Merely hearing Saint Minic’s name had once caused souls to tremble and voices to quiver in reverence!

All who dared oppose him endured catastrophic judgment—blood-stained supplication, unequivocal punishment!

This was not simply his rule—it was the proclamation of divine might!

Yes!

Saint Minic felt the specter of death looming close.

And how could he not boil with rage?

So, he extended his withered hands toward Bai Yang’s looming fiery black force.

In that instant, his body shifted; naturally, something surged within him, gradually overtaking everything—even the skies obeyed his ascension.

Clouds churned violently as ruptures tore through the heavens—a foreboding darkness swallowed the realm whole, and Saint Minic began to ascend, merging with shadow!

"This... this..."

Witnessing Saint Minic consumed by darkness, scales fell to the earth alongside Alice. Their trembling figures sprawled upon the ground alongside Yuanzi’s—fear-stricken, paralyzed: "This... this power exceeds Shangda’s limitations! This... this is..."

"Haha!" Indeed! Had we foreseen this power, when the director failed to pass their trial, would we dare seek the truth?

But as the darkness violently ascended, bold and unyielding, a voice rose amidst the swelling storm: "Arbitrator, indeed, this is no ordinary divine statute—it’s the power of the True God!"