Versatile Mage: Hell Starts, but the Shadow King

Location of Shanghe.

Nan Zhuo had heard from Damon that there were dimensional experts involved, so he personally led a team to stop them.

Meanwhile, Wu Ku's three generals, Sha Jia, Bai Bao, and Leng Hu, were positioned at the upper river to protect him.

Saga wore a long leather military shirt, had lavender-colored curly hair, and a delicate, elfin-like face, exuding an ethereal and pure aura.

Protecting Wu Ku alongside her were Bai Bao, in a silver-white robe, and Leng Hu, in a tiger-skin robe with facial tattoos.

The three obeyed Nan Zhuo's orders and waited quietly.

The three only made a move when they sensed a powerful magical fluctuation coming from a distant direction.
"Such powerful magical fluctuations, is the leader getting serious?" White Leopard said, frowning.

"It seems that this opponent is not to be underestimated." Leng Hu's expression was solemn.

Shaka stared into the distance, her expression momentarily blank, and then she began to peruse the black leather-bound ancient book in her hand.

"Is it that group of people? No, their aura doesn't seem to match." She muttered to herself.

On the horizon, a white-gold figure descended like a divine warrior, its heavy aura causing the entire earth to tremble.

Upon seeing Cheng Xiao, who was dressed in platinum armor, Wu Ku, who was being protected by the three men, suddenly felt as if his fate had been seized by the neck.

It was as if his life could be taken away by Cheng Xiao at any moment!

"Stop, stop!" White Leopard shouted, forcing himself to stay calm.

Leng Hu stood still, watching Cheng Xiao slowly walk towards him, not daring to breathe loudly.

Even though Cheng Xiao wasn't radiating any aura at the moment, the subtle presence he unintentionally exuded was far beyond their ability to withstand.
Cheng Xiao glanced at the white leopard, then focused his gaze on the purple-haired elven woman behind the white leopard.

The same magical aura—it seems there's no mistake.

This girl was Shaka, the angel of wisdom, Gabriel.

But now, we need to deal with Wu Ku first.
"Go away."

As Cheng Xiao casually finished speaking, the space where the white leopard and the cold tiger were standing in front of Wu Ku instantly collapsed.

The chaotic currents swept the two into the void of chaos; whether they could return alive depended on their fate.

"This, sir, have we made some mistake?"

Wu Ku, dressed in a monk's robe, was terrified. He had never remembered provoking a powerful figure of this level before!
"Does killing people like you from the Black Vatican require misunderstanding?" Cheng Xiao sneered.

Wu Ku wanted to say something more, but under Cheng Xiao's mental lock, he instantly exploded into a bloody mist.

Shaka stood by, witnessing everything, but made no attempt to stop it.

A peculiar light blue soul floated in mid-air, with thirteen water prayer beads swirling around it.

The souls of those who have suffered disasters have long been affected by the spirits of those who suffered disasters, thus altering the nature of their souls.

This is why those who have suffered disasters cannot control this soul-level elemental power before reaching a higher level.

Only after breaking through to a higher level of cultivation can the afflicted person fully control their afflicted soul and thus forge their own path.

Wu Ku then cultivated and condensed his power of suffering into these thirteen water beads.

In the original work, it was obtained by Zhao Manyan. Zhao Manyan, who obtained the Water Buddha Beads, also inherited most of Wu Ku's power of disaster, but he did not obtain the disaster soul body!
The afflicted soul is a product of nature and will randomly appear in the body of a mage or a demon.

The souls of those affected by the disaster will only reappear after their deaths, a process that even the archangel cannot prevent or predict. However, for Cheng Xiao, who possesses the Eye of Time and Space, this is entirely possible.
"You are also from the Holy City!" a strange voice said.

The black-covered ancient book in Shaka's hand floated up on its own and took the initiative to ask Cheng Xiao a question.

This black-covered ancient book is a sacred relic exclusively possessed by the Angels of Wisdom, containing the very essence of their magical power.

Cheng Xiao was impressed and responded:

"Not really."

"Heh, I've already sensed the angelic soul within you. Although the power you're using now doesn't belong to the Holy City, you can't escape my perception," the black-skinned ancient book said with absolute certainty.

"We're on patrol now, so of course we can't reveal our identities," Cheng Xiao said righteously, grabbing the black-covered ancient book.
"By revealing my identity so directly, you have already violated the divine oath. I can activate the oath right now to seal you away, believe it or not?!"

"We're all colleagues, let's talk this out, let's talk this out." Unable to break free, the black-covered ancient book had no choice but to start a discussion.

It seems this 'colleague' in platinum armor has quite a temper.

"Get out of here, let me finish dealing with this before we talk." Cheng Xiao casually tossed the black-covered ancient book into Shajia's arms.

Shaka looked at the conversation between the person and the book with a puzzled expression, and immediately frowned.

Although she was one of the archangels, she had a complete understanding of the historical records of the Holy City.

But she has never investigated or learned in detail what the holy city is like today.

He simply didn't want to deal with the people of the Holy City, and he certainly didn't want to return to the Holy City so soon to become some kind of archangel.
"What's wrong with you?" Shaka asked the black-covered ancient book, puzzled.

"The aura emanating from him is very strange. It's clearly not the power of the Holy City, yet he can perfectly control the essence of magic," the black-skinned ancient book explained.

"Perhaps, the powerful archangel soul within him came about in this way. This has never been recorded in my knowledge, and I want to find out."

Shaka recalled Cheng Xiao's answer and asked:
"So...he's not from the Holy City?"

"Heh, to become an angel, and a Seraphim at that, one must naturally be from the Holy City. The Heavenly Father left behind countless treasures in the plane; it's normal that he might overlook one or two successors."

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Cheng Xiao extended his Dominator's hand and aimed it at Wu Ku's afflicted soul.

The afflicted spirits are products of nature, deviating from the orthodox magical system yet possessing extraordinary power.

If the victims grow up and become the ultimate victims, they will have power comparable to that of an archangel!
Perhaps it was because the Holy City feared this, and in order to maintain its dictatorship, that it nipped the victims in the bud to prevent future troubles.

But Cheng Xiao's thoughts were different from those corrupt and cowardly angels in the Holy City.

Since it is a powerful force, it should be firmly controlled in our hands, regardless of the method.
"The power of the ruler!"

Cheng Xiao seized Wu Ku's water-afflicted soul and slowly extracted its magical essence and afflicted essence.

The light blue soul was pulled out as strands of silk, which then burrowed into Cheng Xiao's body and were continuously absorbed.

After a few breaths, Wu Ku's magical origin and calamity origin were completely refined by the 'Dominator's Power' and merged into Cheng Xiao's angelic soul embryo.

In the spiritual world, behind the twelve-winged angel soul embryo floating with stardust of the light system, a new pair of platinum wings slowly grew.

Fourteen-winged Seraph!!! (End of Chapter)