Traveling through the first year of Panlong and Magnolia

Andrew smiled, knowing that the situation in the mansion had been known to the other party. When the Golden Tiger caused a stir, he had anticipated today's situation and secretly transferred the others, including the Flame Wolf and the Golden Roc, to the Divine Grace Academy. In the imperial capital, the only place safer than the Divine Grace Academy was the Imperial Palace.

This move naturally could not be hidden from Meyer, so he said that the Lance family had a close relationship with the Grace Academy. The other party was able to trust the Grace Academy in a time of crisis. Isn't this a reflection of the relationship?

"Old Bart, why aren't you coming out yet?" Meyer whispered to the distance.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to come out. I thought you would stay in your magic tower forever." In the darkness, a lion-like man broke through the air and laughed loudly.

Meyer smiled and said to another direction: "Baird, Augustine, you guys should show up as well."

There were suddenly two more people in the direction he was facing. They appeared very abruptly, as if they had always been there. With Andrew's eyesight, he couldn't see clearly how they appeared.

"There is indeed a huge gap between the Holy Land and the Ninth Level!" Andrew could not help but secretly gasp. In fact, he was wrong. These two were dark attribute warriors. In the dark night, it was easy for them to conceal their aura.

Baird was wearing a short shirt and looked very casual. His expression was also easygoing. "Dean Meyer, your strength has increased again. Even Augustine and I's concealment skills cannot be hidden from your eyes."

Augustine had a cold face and said nothing.

Meyer smiled modestly, "If you hadn't shown up on purpose, I wouldn't have noticed. Are there only three old friends here tonight?"

Bart's voice was like thunder: "Meyer, what do you mean by this?"

Meyer shook his head: "The owner of the advanced magic beast has a close relationship with my Divine Grace Academy. I hope everyone will not embarrass him."

Baird glanced at Andrew and raised his eyebrows. "Dean Meyer, that's the little guy you mentioned, right? He has such a strong fighting spirit. Hey, his soul... am I seeing right? His soul power is not inferior to mine! I just wanted to take a casual stroll, but I didn't expect to find such an interesting thing."

"What?" Baird's words caused Bart to shout, "Baird, you are a Dark Sanctuary warrior, and your soul power is no less than that of an ordinary Sanctuary magician. And he is just a mere level eight warrior, but his soul power is no less than yours. Doesn't that mean that his soul strength is comparable to that of a Sanctuary magician? Are you kidding me!"

Baird was also a little bit unbelieving, and moved to Andrew's side.

Andrew was shocked when he saw him. His hair stood on end. His gaze was so sharp that he felt like a mouse being stared at by a cat. Andrew held back and did not move, allowing Baird to observe him. At this moment, if he made any move, it might be regarded as a provocation to Baird.

"Yes, I am not mistaken. His soul strength has reached the holy realm!" After checking several times, Baird said with a serious face.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the field changed.

Everyone believed Baird's words. Dark monks studied the soul deeply, and Baird's talent in this area was also recognized.

Everyone is a Saint Domain warrior, and they all want to go further. However, it is so difficult for Saint Domain warriors to break through. At this time, in front of everyone, there appeared an eighth-level warrior with soul power comparable to that of a Saint Domain warrior. How could they not be curious...

"If I can find out this secret, perhaps my soul strength can be greatly increased..."

Everyone, including Mayer, couldn't help but think about it.

When it comes to the sanctuary stage, the importance of the soul is fully highlighted.

From the Holy Land to the God Level, what is needed is to comprehend the laws, and the stronger the soul, the clearer the perception of the laws, and the faster the speed of comprehending the laws. At this time, elemental affinity is not so important. Of course, the higher the elemental affinity, the clearer the perception of the laws. However, a strong soul can make up for this.

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes changed.

Meyer was the first to react, and the greed in his eyes disappeared. Just now, he really wanted to find out the secret and wanted to catch Andrew to study him. However, he soon sobered up.

"Three of you, there is no secret to a strong soul. It may be innate. This young man is less than thirteen years old this year, but he is already a warrior in the late eighth level. It goes without saying that he has a talent for cultivation. I think this is probably related to his innate strength of soul."

"Maybe." Augustine said coldly. His words contained another meaning, that is, in addition to being born, there may be other reasons.

Baird looked at Andrew greedily, as if he was looking at a rare treasure. Andrew heard their conversation and knew that he was in some kind of danger. He thought about it carefully. Among the four saints who appeared now, only Mayer was protecting him. The others were plotting against him. If they started fighting, I'm afraid...

"Seniors!" Andrew felt the need to explain, "Since I started practicing, I have been able to sense both fighting spirit and magical elements very clearly. My soul is strong, and it is indeed due to my talent. I am not from an aristocratic family, so how can there be any secrets?"

Unfortunately, no one listened to his explanation. In the eyes of the Holy Land, he was just an ant. Who would listen to the explanation of an ant?

Baird, Augustine and Bart looked at each other and reached an agreement.

"Dean Meyer," Baird said with a smile, "I am planning to invite this young friend to visit my dark castle. I don't think you will stop me, will you?" He didn't even listen to Andrew and made the request directly.

The gentle smile on Meyer's face also disappeared. He saw Augustine and Bart, one on the left and one on the right, vaguely surrounding him. In terms of strength, he was the strongest among the four, and he was only one step away from the limit of the Holy Domain. The other three, except Baird, who was in the late Holy Domain, Augustine and Bart were both in the middle Holy Domain. However, he was still not sure if he wanted to keep Andrew here.

"Baird!" Meyer's tone also turned cold. "This is the imperial capital, where the high priest is. Do you dare to kidnap people by force?"

Baird smiled and said, "If it was the Holy Land, I wouldn't dare to do that. However, the other party is only an eighth-level warrior. Will the high priest punish me for him? Dean Meyer, I advise you not to get involved in this matter. You are a magician, and you don't have a pet by your side today. You will be at a disadvantage if you fight."

"You dare to fight in the imperial capital?" Meyer said.

Baird also became serious: "It's not that I want to, but whether you want to. I must take this man away, and so do Augustine and Bart. We have been trapped in the Holy Land for thousands of years, and he is our hope for a breakthrough. Even if you take action, we will not give up!"

Bart and Augustine nodded solemnly to show their determination.

Meyer felt even worse. He knew that he was powerless.

Andrew was horrified. The three Saints regarded him as a hope for a breakthrough. This was definitely not a good thing! He was even more horrified when he felt the dark aura on Baird. He had seen how strange the methods of the dark monks were. If he was really taken away by the other party, it was very likely that he would become something neither human nor ghost!

"No!"

Andrew roared in his heart. Under the suppression of Baird's momentum, Andrew didn't care about the secret of the space ring and took out the God-Slaying Sword.

"Even if it's the Holy Land, I'm not afraid!"

In the midst of the crisis, Andrew regained his composure. He knew that it was meaningless to compromise or give in at this time. If he wanted to survive, he had to fight for it himself! Although the hope was very slim, he still chose to fight...

"Haha, the space ring, the little guy has quite a few secrets. This knife looks familiar to me..." At this point, Baird's eyes suddenly changed, and Andrew standing in front of him saw it clearly. Before, he looked at himself with the eyes of an ant, but when he looked at the God-Slaying Knife, he was a little afraid...

"Augustine, come and see!" Baird suddenly shouted.

Augustine landed beside him like the wind and looked at the God-Slaying Sword with cold eyes.

"It's his weapon, the weapon of the god of war Gojira!" Augustine concluded.

Bart also fell down.

"As far as I remember, Gojier's weapon seemed to have been taken away by his master Demps. How come it appeared in this kid's hands? Is there any relationship between him and Demps?"

Baird's eyes flashed with ferocity: "Why are you saying this? Today, even if Demps comes, he can't stop us!" He stretched out his hand and quickly grabbed Andrew. In his hand, the black fighting spirit was like a huge net, trying to wrap Andrew up.

"Really?" Just as Andrew was struggling to draw his sword, a familiar voice sounded behind him. The voice was calm and lazy, without any special features, but it caused the space in front of Andrew to vibrate. Baird's black giant net disappeared under the vibration.

In the shocked eyes of the crowd, a drunk man seemed to have crossed the space and walked out lazily. He was holding a bottle of wine, taking a sip after a few steps, and he was no different from the drunk man on the street corner. Every step he took was crisp and loud, echoing in the dark night.

"Senior, it's you!"

Andrew said happily, this man is the drunkard who gave him the knife. At that time, he felt that the other party was at least in the Saint Realm. Now, looking at his momentum, he was able to force Baird and the other two to retreat. This realm was beyond his imagination.