Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

Witnessing the spectacular scene of all the fallen kings from all directions gathering together, and even more so witnessing the terrifying power displayed by Mo Xie, who had transformed into a demon, the many high-ranking officials standing below the clock tower were shocked.

They had learned of the terror of the demonic system from Du Xiao and the others, but witnessing it firsthand now gave them a completely different visual impact.

"good chance!"

After a long while, the many high-rise buildings below the clock tower finally recovered from the shocking scene before them, and couldn't help but show expressions of emotion.

Suddenly, Chu Jia, who had been wearing a sour expression, changed her face and said excitedly.

"Everyone, now is the best time. If that kid can hold off those eight undead lords, we can wipe out the undead on the battlefield!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body trembled violently. That familiar killing intent swept over him once again, even more intense than before, and cold sweat poured out incessantly.

Ling Xi… no, it should be Ye Chang, walked up to Chu Jia with her long, slender legs encased in trousers and high heels. Her still charming face was covered with frost, and she exuded a strong killing intent.

Her beautiful eyes stared coldly at Chu Jia. If looks could kill, he would have been dead several times over by now. She spoke in an icy tone.

"Do you want to die?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Jia felt the threat of death for the first time. A hint of fear appeared on her face, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back, her voice trembling as she spoke.

"What...what do you want to do?!"

"Elder Lingxi, please calm down and don't let your emotions override your reason."

At this moment, Han Ji, the president of the Clock Tower Magic Association, stepped forward, said something to Ye Chang, and then spoke seriously to Chu Jia, who was trembling slightly.

"Elder Chu Jia, I cannot agree to what you said. As high-ranking members of various forces and as super-level mages, how could we allow a junior to protect us? Don't we have any dignity?"

"That's right, I'm the first to disagree with this proposal. I'm not that weak!"

Zhu Meng immediately disagreed, pointing angrily at Chu Jia and refuting her.

"Besides, even if Mo Xie is in his demonic form right now, and his strength is indeed greater than that of us super-class mages... those are eight undead lords, do you want him dead?!"

Feijiao and Duxiao were the same; they had the dignity of being super-level mages, and it was their responsibility to protect the younger generation in this situation.

Faced with the verbal pressure from the group, Chu Jia looked troubled, but immediately retorted.

"Hmph, if you don't seize this opportunity now, you won't get another one. Isn't it worth sacrificing one person to save the entire city?!"

Upon hearing this, several high-ranking members wavered. One of the elders, who had a close relationship with Chu Jia, stepped forward and tried to persuade him.

"Everyone, now is not the time to argue. Let's make a decision quickly. I support Elder Chu Jia's plan. Let's ignore the Eight Kings of Demise for now. Turning the tide of battle is the key right now!"

"Let me tell you, absolutely not! You old fogies are so used to being in high positions, you really need to be taught a lesson!"

Mo Fan couldn't stand it anymore. He glared angrily at Chu Jia and his group, and was about to punch this annoying guy.

These high-ranking officials acted like nothing was wrong, wanting to directly decide a person's fate. They were absolutely inhuman!
Mo Xie had no relation to these people, but they were his own brother, his closest family member. He would never allow such a thing to happen!
"That's right. It's no wonder that we've fallen into this predicament if people like you exist in ancient times. Who knows what heinous things you've done!"

At this moment, Zhou Min was no different from her husband, staring resentfully at Chu Jia and the others, and then walked over.

"Hey, Mo Fan, calm down. Acting impulsively won't solve anything right now!"

"Yeah, Xiaomin, how come you've become just like Mo Fan now!"

Fortunately, Mu Bai and He Yu stopped them, otherwise Mo Fan and Zhou Min would have rushed up. It has to be said that the two are becoming more and more alike.

With Chu Jia's words of dissent, the situation was now roughly divided into two factions: one believed they should take this opportunity to eliminate the undead, while the other believed they should help Mo Xie. As the atmosphere descended into heated debate, Staff Officer Zhu stepped forward and spoke.

"Alright, arguing like this won't get you anywhere. How about this, Chu Jia, you take those who want to clear out the undead and leave first, while the rest of us stay here to help."

Chu Jia pondered for a moment and then nodded in agreement. Although the number of people was much smaller than before, as long as the Eight Directions King of Death was not around, it would still be easy to clean up those minor undead.

Immediately afterwards, he left with those high-ranking officials who shared the same goal, leaving only those who chose to help Mo Xie at the foot of the clock tower.

Ye Chang silently watched those people leave, a barely perceptible murderous intent flashing in her beautiful eyes, and she instantly sentenced them to death in her heart.

Since you all don't know what's good for you, then you might as well all die. Anyway, it doesn't matter if a few super-level mages die in this situation...

"Wait, look! Another deposed emperor is coming!"

Suddenly, someone shouted something, drawing everyone's attention.

In the distance, a spirit about fifty meters tall appeared, clad entirely in black dragon armor, its surface branded with many ancient patterns, and a sword engraved with black dragon patterns hung at its waist, seemingly capable of cutting through anything.

Beneath the enormous helmet was a ferocious yet solemn face, its gleaming pupils fixed on Mo Xie as it slowly strode forward.

"Oh no! It's the Ghost King! Moye is in danger!"

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go help!"

As they spoke, Han Ji and Zhu Meng quickly summoned their Wind Wings or Winged Magic Tools and rushed towards the main battlefield.

However, before they had flown very far, they witnessed an extremely surprising scene.

"My king, I'm sorry."

The Ghost King stared intently, whispered a call, and then drew the long, sharp black dragon sword from his waist.

The moment the Black Dragon Sword was drawn, rings of black death energy instantly enveloped the sharp blade, and a long, slender black dragon could be vaguely seen coiling around it.

As the black mist grew thicker, the coiled black dragon became clearer and clearer, more lifelike!
Just by witnessing this scene and the terrifying aura emanating from it, one could understand how powerful the opponent was.

"Damn it, is it really true that just the aura it exudes is enough to make me tremble?"

Zhu Meng felt the powerful aura rushing towards him, his expression turned ugly, and a hint of astonishment appeared in his pupils.

He was, after all, a powerful super-level mage who had seen many powerful monarch-level demons, including some with the strength of a great monarch.

However, although the current Ghost King is a great monarch's undead, the aura he exudes is definitely stronger than that of an ordinary great monarch, which is simply astonishing!

In an instant, the Ghost King stood firmly on his feet, his arms raised high. Despite his enormous size, he moved with incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, the huge, sharp blade teleported in front of Mo Xie, and a lifelike black dragon roared and flew over!
"Roar!!!"

Despite the rapidly approaching sharp blades and the roaring, flying black dragon, Mo Xie remained unmoved, showing no fear whatsoever.

He sneered inwardly, and a black six-pointed star pattern flashed in his scarlet eyes. A very special sound effect rang out, and a huge amount of energy burst out from the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan.

"Susanohu!!!"

In an instant, Mo Xie's body surged with blood-red energy, which enveloped his entire body in a flash. Pillars resembling ribs bent from behind him towards the front, protecting him inside.

The next second, two enormous skeletal arms extended from both sides, their massive bony hands firmly clamping the incoming Black Dragon Sword, rendering it immobile! (End of Chapter)