The Strongest Magician of Gods

"Austin School of Magic"

Mo Bei asked in surprise, staring at the little girl repeatedly.

"Swish"

A chill emanated from the ring.

Name: Yin Xue

Age: 13

Meditation Method: *Golden Years*

Bloodline: Silver Wolf Bloodline (Awakened)

Magical constitution: Metal element

Magic Level: Intermediate Level of Beginner Mage

Basic Magic: Golden Impact (Basic) Silver Wolf Claw (Basic)

Intermediate Spell: Golden Vortex (Intermediate) (Attack)

Advanced Magic: None

Ultimate Magic: None

Forbidden Spell: None

Ultimate Forbidden Spell: None

Domain: None

Magical weapons: magic wand, silver claw.

Mo Bei glanced at Yin Xue's message, his pupils changing slightly. He remembered that she was a first-year apprentice at Austin Magic Academy, with an extremely introverted personality, often hiding in a corner with a very low profile. However, when Mo Bei looked at her message again, he subconsciously took a step back.

"Werewolf bloodline, could she be a descendant of werewolves? But she's only a beginner mage. Werewolf blood is indeed terrifying. Once awakened, it grants the power of a beginner mage. And her talent as a mage is so monstrous. Is she a product of human-werewolf union?"

Mo Bei looked flustered and shocked. He glanced at the slightly frail little girl in front of him, his mind wandering elsewhere.

It's true that comparisons are odious. Mo Bei, a genius, was only a level nine apprentice at the age of thirteen, while Yi Xue was already a mid-level beginner magician.

The little girl was terrified, shivering uncontrollably, afraid that Mo Bei would discover something. Her eyes were filled with grievance and tears were streaming down her face. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

"Forget it, even if a child this young is highly talented, he is still just a child. How could he possibly pose a threat to me? But this is a difficult situation."

Mo Bei looked her over, unsure of what to do with her. If other magicians discovered that the little girl was a werewolf, they would probably send her to the magic church immediately and receive a generous reward, since werewolves and magicians have always been adversaries.

But Mo Bei had no such thoughts. As a flower bud growing under the red flag, the consciousness of peace had already taken root and sprouted. Besides, how could she bear to send a thirteen-year-old girl to the church to suffer torture?

The little girl's direct approach to him was a sign of her trust in him, and perhaps this trust was her last belief. Although Mo Bei was not a kind person, he would not personally push the little girl into the abyss and extinguish her last vestige of humanity.

"However, there's still a question. Could the werewolf we just killed have come looking for her? But I don't know why she's afraid. Is there some hidden story behind this?"

In an instant, Mo Bei thought of many things, but in the end, it all turned into a sigh.

"never mind"

Mo Bei sighed and looked directly at her. The little girl trembled and took a step back.

Come with me.

The little girl watched Mo Bei approach step by step with fear, feeling inexplicably nervous, until she heard a warm and tender voice in her ear.

"Master Mo"

The little girl nodded obediently, her eyes brimming with tears, but the tears kept streaming down her face.

"You must work hard in your cultivation from now on. Master Mo can't always be by your side."

Mo Bei extended his hand, his gentle tone carrying a hidden meaning and warmth. The little girl gazed at him, her slightly changed expression gradually relaxing. Then, she mustered her courage and placed her small, delicate hand in Mo Bei's palm.

"quack"

A dark shadow swept across the sky, and a black crow flapped its wings and cawed.

"Warcraft?"

Mo Bei was meticulous, and his eyes unconsciously fell on the crow. Monsters usually wouldn't appear in the bustling city center, so the crow in front of him must have been released by someone.

"Hoo"

With this thought in mind, Mo Bei flicked his magic wand, and a fireball shot through the air, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

"puff"

A fireball the size of a fingernail struck the crow's body. A flash of blood appeared, the fire ignited, and with a whoosh, the crow fell from the sky, turning into a cloud of ashes that drifted away in the air with the breeze.

"We should go."

Mo Bei coughed and smiled, gesturing to the little girl. The magic broom appeared at her waist with a lifelike quality.

Mo Bei and his companion rode brooms, cutting through the night.

The streets were deserted, and a chilly wind blew, its coldness penetrating to the bone. The little girl huddled closer, her pale face exuding a quiet gentleness.

"huhu"

A ripple came from mid-air, and several powerful figures stomped through the air, flying over Mo Bei and his companion.

"Oh, two interesting little guys."

In the air, a man dressed in a magic robe stood in mid-air, his eyes sweeping over the scene before he quickly lost interest.

With his level of skill, he could almost see through the strength of Mo Bei and his companion with just one glance.

"Walk"

Mo Bei gasped, his eyes changing slightly. Upon seeing the clothing worn by the three people in front of him, he suddenly felt a sense of dread.

"They are from the Soul-Seizing Hall."

Mo Bei, perched on his broom, explained to the little girl in a serious tone, then turned the broom and quietly moved aside.

At this moment, he knew he had to hide, because the identity of the little girl behind him could not be discovered by ordinary people. Those sects on the continent were all extraordinary in strength and ruthlessness.

"It's like I suddenly remembered something."

Mo Bei let out a muffled groan. At this moment, the memories in his mind suddenly exploded due to some kind of stimulation. A series of shocking images flashed through his mind. It was a painful memory that the original owner had buried deep in his heart, and it was also the memory that he least wanted to recall. But now, Mo Bei completely remembered this most hidden and secret memory, which was also the root of the original owner's greatest pain.

"This is getting interesting."

In an instant, Mo Bei merged with this memory, and he knew everything about his background and identity. His blood-red eyes stared indifferently ahead. It turned out that the events in the memory in his mind were the true source of the original owner's belief in choosing death and ending everything.

For a moment, Mo Bei's soul wavered, his breathing became heavy, and anger raged in his eyes. At this moment, he was the original owner of this body, and he was also suffering from the source of this pain.

"Teacher Mo, what's wrong?"

The little girl was startled and, noticing Mo Bei's unusual behavior, asked him with concern.

"shush"

Mo Bei broke free from the sea of ​​memories, his eyes bloodshot, and stretched out a finger, pressing it tightly against the corner of his mouth.

"I am fine."

Mo Bei rubbed the acupoints on both sides of her forehead, and his deep voice came to the little girl's ear.

"Hmph, Yama, when are you going to stop hiding? Quickly prepare to die."

A powerful voice shouted from mid-air, startling Mo Bei awake. He looked down at the ground.

Suddenly, on the desolate street, a weathered old man, dressed in tattered jeans, with extremely cloudy eyes, hugged his waist and coughed incessantly.

Judging from the old man's appearance, he had clearly struggled with illness for many years, and his whole body exuded a heavy aura of death.

"Oh"

The old man was surprised, his cloudy eyes showing a look of confusion, and then he chuckled awkwardly.

"You've finally arrived. All these years I've lived in hiding, hiding from the world, fearing nothing more than you. But now I still can't escape you. Even in my dying moments, I'll have to add more sins to your hands. What a sin."

The old man smiled, his weathered look becoming increasingly apparent, as if it contained a terrifying force of time.

"kill"

A great battle was about to break out when a powerful black shadow rushed in from the sky. The fingernails on its hands were crystal clear, like thick, strong tendons.

The man's magical power surged, and his hands moved subtly, unleashing a set of hand seals that radiated golden light.

You're not mistaken, it really is a printing method that emits golden light.

"Holy Demon Seal"

The old man chuckled awkwardly, but his eyes clearly became more serious.

That is the ultimate realm pursued by magicians; that realm is the realm of a great magician.

Legend has it that when a magician advances to the level of a Grand Magician, a terrifying transformation occurs, and their physical body becomes completely adapted to the magical energy of the world. Magicians at that level can unleash terrifying destructive power with their physical strength alone.

Now Mo Bei finally knows what that power really is.

"The old man has a good eye, but I won't hold back."

The man's eyes were piercing as he struck out with a seal containing terrifying magical power, instantly unleashing the full potential of his magical abilities.

If the old man is struck by the magic seal, he will likely be immediately engulfed by the flames.

"That is...."

Mo Bei was surprised. How could a magician's power be fused with martial arts-like power? Could it be that the previous realms of a great magician were similar to the foundational realms in Eastern martial arts, where the more solid the foundation, the faster the cultivation speed?

"If you want to kill this old man, we'll see if you have the strength."

The old man was kind, but his wrinkled hands seemed even more eerie in the darkness.

"Wow"

The next moment, the old man's body left several afterimages, and when you looked again, he suddenly had a sharp weapon that gleamed coldly in his hand.

"puff"

The old man was too fast; his afterimage flashed by, and through the thick smell of blood, drops of scarlet blood dripped down from above. The man's chest had been pierced by a sharp weapon.

The old man was too fast and ruthless, not wasting a single bit of his strength.

"thump"

A shriveled corpse fell from the sky, its blood drained by the sharp weapon.

"What terrifying power! Is the power of a great mage really that strong?" Mo Bei exclaimed in amazement.

It was a thrilling moment. Both of them were top-tier masters among great mages, but an unbelievable scene unfolded. The outcome was decided in a single, brief exchange, leaving only two of the three members of the Soul-Seizing Hall alive.

"Impossible, even he couldn't withstand a single move from Yama."

Another person in the Soul-Seizing Hall felt a chill. Yama was indeed one of the most powerful people in the Soul-Seizing Hall. He was ruthless and merciless. At this moment, he felt a chill in his heart. He glanced at the man beside him and felt much more at ease.

"Old Qian, there's no need to play tricks. I already know your identity."

After killing one person, the old man's eyes became even more cloudy, and the energy in his body remained locked on the mysterious man shrouded in black robes in mid-air.

"is it?"

The mysterious man sneered, revealing a row of pale white teeth in the darkness.

"Huff huff"

He came alone, his clothes fluttering in the wind, staring at the old man in front of him, seemingly unconcerned about the bloodsucking weapon in the old man's hand.

"Knowing it was me, why didn't you hide? Did you have the will to escape from me?" The mysterious man lowered his voice and laughed loudly.

The old man remained calm, his body brimming with magical energy, and his cloudy eyes flashed with a rare glint of light.

"I'm too old to run to. Given what happened back then, how can you feel at ease if I don't die? I owed you a life back then, and fortunately, I'll return that life to you today, so that some people won't have to sleep soundly."

"Oh," the mysterious man feigned surprise, though he knew in his heart that the old man's life and death were already in his hands.

“That’s good, it saves us from unnecessary fighting. I understand what you’re thinking. After you die, I will let your descendants go. This trip will settle the score between us from back then.”

The mysterious man feigned a friendly chat, his sinister face bearing a sinister smile, while his hand behind his back was already poised to strike.

"Very well, then this old man thanks you."

The old man bowed deeply. He had deliberately revealed his whereabouts on this trip, simply to rescue his family. He thought that what happened back then shouldn't be blamed on them, so he should end this delicate cause and effect himself.

"collapse"

The mysterious man moved with lightning speed. The old man had barely finished speaking when he was attacked. A hand pierced through the old man's chest, staining it crimson with blood.

Why

Suddenly, a scene unfolded. The old man had no time to think, nor did he know that the mysterious man had suddenly made his move.

"Hahaha, as expected... I still couldn't escape the clutches of the Soul-Seizing Hall. It was my mistake to come here today."

The old man laughed heartily, tears streaming down his face. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he knew all of this was futile; it was too late.

"The Soul-Seizing Hall... will eventually be destroyed and its people perish. I will wait for you at the bottom of Purgatory... to arrive."

"thump"

The old man fell, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.

"Capture Yama's soul power and go back to claim credit!"

The mysterious man spoke coldly, his sinister expression vanishing, replaced by a hint of melancholy, as he spoke in a clear, icy voice to the man beside him.

"Thank you, sir."

The man was extremely excited, wondering why the magistrate would give him such a great achievement.

The atmosphere was extremely strange. Mo Bei and his companion sat on their magic brooms, staring blankly at everything that was happening, neither daring to utter a single word.

In less than fifteen minutes, two lives were lost before his eyes, the bloodshed accompanied by a certain cruelty.

Mo Bei carefully controlled the magic broom, and in a flash, he turned a corner and escaped.

At that moment, the old man's soul power was extracted into a magic bottle covered in patterns. The man looked at the spot where Mo Bei had left, and a murderous intent immediately arose within him.

"grown ups"

The man bowed; how could he hide his thoughts from the person before him?

"Forget it, we've killed enough people tonight."

The mysterious man gazed up at the starry sky, his back to the old man's corpse, or perhaps he dared not look.

"This time, I owe you something," the mysterious man muttered, unwilling to look at the old man's face before he died, perhaps out of guilt.

The night air was desolate and lonely. In a corner of the street, only two blood-dripping corpses remained.

Mo and Bei rode their brooms, swiftly passing through the towering buildings, but a strange sense of disgust welled up inside them.

"Those people are truly demons, killing without blinking an eye. There is no order or human rights here. In this world where the strong rule, I really don't know what there is to miss."

Mo Bei asked himself a question, which was also a kind of warning. As an outstanding generation of young people who grew up under the red flag, he might have had his share of unpleasant times, but he would not survive for long in such a terrifying scene or endure such cruel hardships.

"Very well, it seems I need to think this over more. Life and death are matters of great importance. From the memories I just merged with, I learned the most private secret of this body. If I want to survive in this world, I will definitely have to take some action."

Mo Bei's mind cleared, and after carefully analyzing some information extracted from his memories, he suddenly realized that his life and death were indeed not so easy to control.