Full-Time Magister: Throne of Dimensions

Chapter 184 Get me a few tigers at the level of Mountain Corpse.

Garuda's power is overwhelming; it is the power of an emperor, and not just any emperor.

Even if he can't unleash his full potential right now due to various reasons, this is still something he can fight against.

Moreover, if it really comes to the worst, Garuda can definitely deliver a blow that is enough to kill him, he has no doubt about it.

"I understand, thank you. Now it's time to make way."

"Yes, I know. Well then—let's go."

Lord Wu'an drew a sword. He was a ghost and did not need to use a sword, but he would continue to use it because of his habits from his life.

Facing Su Ming... Garuda, he had no choice but to go all out.

"So that's how it is," Lord Wu'an sighed, then vanished completely.

He died, killed by Garuda in a single blow—a true imperial strike. Xiaoqing was a spirit who controlled wind and space.

Her attack could shatter everything, even in this space without a physical form. This place was ultimately just an ancient tomb built by an ancient king, and he was indeed an emperor, at least based on the attack just now.

A crack was slashed in the void, and after Lord Wu'an disappeared, the space where he was located formed a point, inside which was a space containing many treasures.

A sword is stuck there, its shape unique, with many characters engraved on it, looking like a demonic sword that unleashes sharpness.

"Ming Zhong—isn't here?" Su Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, his body severely injured from overusing his power.

He knew from the beginning that this was the best option.

Because Lord Wu'an is too strong, it is impossible to defeat him by limiting his power; the only way is to utilize the power of the former emperor.

Lord Wu'an disappeared, but the Mingzhong that was supposed to exist within it did not appear.

"What exactly happened?" Su Ming murmured, lost in confusion. This was different from her memories; had her memories deceived her?

"Did that guy lie to me?"

"That's amazing! I never expected him to possess such power." Applause rang out behind Su Ming, and a person walked out unhurriedly.

She saw the sword inside and a hint of longing appeared on her face. Perhaps knowing how powerful Su Ming was, she asked, "Do you want the sword inside? If not, I'll take it."

"The Black Vatican?" Su Ming asked in confusion.

"Yes, my name is Salang."

Su Ming was silent for a moment, then said, "Whatever you want."

Salang—Salang, the guy who caused the disaster in Bo City.

Xiaoqing was thinking about something else. Logically speaking, these people from the Black Vatican were all troublesome, and she didn't want to deal with them.

Did that person lie to her?

Xiaoqing has encountered a memory problem and must find the incorrect memory, otherwise many problems will arise.

"Thank you." Salang walked to the edge of the crack and then stepped inside.

The moment she entered, the crack vanished without a trace. Su Ming was stunned. The treasure vault had disappeared?

He tried to search, but found no clues.

Salam, who was inside, also found that the exit was gone and that there was an extra item inside.

冥—

"This thing is really hard to figure out; I never expected it to end up here," Salang chuckled.

However, her goal was not the Bell of the Underworld; that thing was of no use to Salam. She would just take the sword.

Using the sword, you can summon the eight dead kings and make them go berserk. If you're lucky, you might even attract the king who has been sleeping for a thousand years.

With her ascension to godhood within reach, Salang drew her sword and departed. She had no need of the treasures here.

It brings trouble, and there's no guarantee you can take it with you.

Of all the information she knew, only this sword was real; she didn't know if the others were genuine.

Salam began searching for an exit, but she discovered that there was no exit at all.

It's a closed space; even magic can't leave any trace.

"What a nuisance. This ancient king, even in death he still causes so much trouble for his descendants. Luckily, he brought Wu Ku along too," Salang laughed.

She wasn't in a hurry; she could just wait patiently. Although Wu Ku wasn't very strong, he wasn't as simple as he seemed.

After all, isn't the Black Vatican all about power?

"Nine-Headed Serpent — This guy needs to be eliminated sooner or later, otherwise the trouble will be too great."

Salang couldn't see through Jiuying. Logically speaking, he should be dead, and it was a certain death situation for him.

Many places indicate that he is dead. Then, the current Jiuying - Salang has investigated and can only say that there is no trace that the current Jiuying is the real Jiuying.

But his methods, his loneliness, and everything he knew told the world that he was Jiuying.

He didn't know how Jiuying did it, but it was possible that this Jiuying wasn't the last one.

"He does have a spirit beast, that thing is very troublesome. I wonder if Jiuying brought it over." Salang muttered. Although Jiuying said he didn't want a sword, that was just what he said.

What if I want a sword?

Moreover, Jiuying might even want her dead, which is understandable. However, Jiuying himself is not very powerful. The only troublesome thing he has is the Nian Beast, and Salang doesn't have a good way to counter it, making it difficult to control.

Tianshan, while Jiuyou was still figuring out how to rescue Mu Qianjin, heard another sound of a bell, which gave her a headache.

"Hey, what is that Lord Wu'an doing? He's thought about it so many times, it's questionable whether the ancient tomb can even be preserved anymore," Jiuyouhou complained.

"What did you say?" the old headmaster shouted.

The voice of the Nine Netherworld Queen was not loud, and he did not hear it clearly.

"It's nothing," Jiuyou replied, then suddenly seemed to remember something and asked the old headmaster.

"What's your current strength?"

"Magic cultivation?" The old headmaster thought for a moment and said, "There probably aren't many people in the country more powerful than me." This left Jiuyou speechless.

"Stop bragging, okay? The first time I met you, you immediately claimed to be a high-level mage and then boasted that you were about to reach the super-level and almost died. Don't you have any memory?"

"Be serious. I know what level of strength you need to be assigned tasks." Jiuyouhou was preparing to have him lure a few tigers over. The Great Monarch was fine, but it would be even better if he were stronger.

As for her own affairs, that's why she needed to inquire about strength. Otherwise, if the old principal died, she would be in a lot of trouble. After all, he was the principal, and if he died, there would probably be a court investigation.

It's easy to find out that he's involved, but that's troublesome.

"Alright then, just consider me as someone who has reached the highest level of cultivation," the old headmaster said.

"Fully caliber?"

"Yes, full repair."

"Alright, Brother Manxiu, go and get two tigers, Heavenly Mark Sacred Tigers. It would be even better if you could get them at the same level as the Mountain Corpse. If not, the Grand Monarch will do too," said Queen Jiuyou.

"No, sis, how could there possibly be a tiger of the level of the Mountain Corpse? Even if there were, they would be hiding in their lair. I think it's better to just deal with the Grand Monarch."

The old principal complained.

The corpse of the mountain peak—that was a demon at the level of a supreme monarch. Even the tigers of the Heavenly Mountains probably didn't have many of that level.