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Chapter 183 Eight Deposed Rulers, the Emperor Arrives

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

The Great Sage Merora's face was twisted like a demon's, her withered fingers gripping her hair tightly. "How could the Parthenon's soul be inside you?!"

An eerie silence fell over the entire upper echelons of the Parthenon.

Ye Xinxia blinked her big eyes in Wang Feng's arms, her little face full of confusion.

If Wang Feng's body contains a divine soul, then what is sleeping within my own body?
"Confused? Because your soul is female, while mine is male."

Wang Feng's telepathic message made Ye Xinxia's ears turn bright red instantly, and she glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed.

Wang Feng looked around: "What? Not going to make a move?" The illusory divine spirit behind him suddenly swelled up. "Isn't this what you've been scheming to achieve?"

"It's on me right now—"

"If you've got the guts, come and take it!"

"boom!!!"

The Parthenon's spirit burst forth with dazzling golden light, its sacred radiance soaring into the sky and instantly illuminating the entire night sky of Athens.

People dozens of miles away could see a pillar of light rising from the top of Goddess Peak, piercing the sky and earth, as if a miracle had occurred!
Xiao Shen's face flushed red, his chest heaving violently, but the command remained stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered.

The Golden Knights and Silver Moon Knights whispered amongst themselves, discussing the matter.

"Why aren't you making a move!" Judge Durank shouted sternly.

"Even if he gains divine approval, the one he's holding in his arms is Salang! The demon who murdered Saint Pannica! Harboring a criminal is a blatant challenge to the authority of the Parthenon and the Holy Inquisition! According to the highest authority for execution, he should be killed immediately!"

Before Durant could finish speaking, a powerful and resonant voice echoed across the altar like a booming bell:

"Judge Durank, your words sound very familiar."

The crowd parted to both sides like waves, and Old Man Bao, Song Qiming, walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

As he passed by those holy judge mages, these normally formidable super-level experts all knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully:
"Elder Song!"

"Senior citizens!"

"tutor!"

Even though the new priest has been in office for many years, his influence in the Holy Tribunal is still far less than that of this retired old man.

Durank's expression changed drastically, and he shouted angrily, "Song Qiming! You have long since resigned from your position as a priest. According to the laws of the Holy Tribunal, you have no right to interfere with the judge's decision! Are you trying to defy the authority of the Holy Tribunal by spouting nonsense here today?!"

Song Qiming smiled faintly, his gaze deep and unfathomable: "I am merely bringing up old matters. The truth of the Wen Tai Shengzi case remains buried under the dust of power and lies."

“I have no intention of criticizing the ‘iron-fisted’ Yi Zhisha of the previous generation, but everyone knows in their hearts that it was nothing more than a dirty power struggle! If a young man like Wang Feng had stood up back then, perhaps that tragedy would not have happened!”

"Shut up!" Durank roared in fury. "You're openly questioning the impartiality of the Holy Inquisition! Are you trying to rebel?!"

Song Qiming snorted coldly, unmoved: "What? Does mentioning an old case make me a traitor? Or is it that... the Holy Tribunal already knew I had committed a grave error, but for the sake of face, it wouldn't even let anyone mention it?!"

Durank's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water. He gritted his teeth and said, "So you're determined to protect these two young men? But let me tell you—they will die today! The Holy Tribunal has never made an unjust judgment. The so-called injustice is nothing but the words of a few people!"

"Is this the attitude of the Holy Tribunal?" Wang Feng suddenly spoke, his voice eerily calm.

"Then I'll only say it once—leave now, or everyone here today will die."

Xiao Shen was furious: "Ye Xinxia is a member of the Black Vatican! You have the approval of the Parthenon's soul, yet you still dare to protect her!"

Wang Feng's lips curled into a mocking sneer: "Whether she's from the Black Vatican or not, I know better than you." His gaze, sharp as a knife, swept over everyone present. "I've killed more grey-clad, black-clad, and blue-clad people than all of you combined. Salang died long ago in the Ancient Capital Disaster, and now you want to distort the truth—"

In my opinion, you are the ones who deserve to die!

"Enough talk, let's fight!" Xiao Shen roared.

In an instant, two hundred judges raised their hands simultaneously, and the brilliance of high-level magic shone throughout the temple, with destructive energy surging in the air.

Wang Feng's lips curled into a slight smile, and he took a deep breath: "Austin!"

Before the words were even finished, the sky above the Parthenon suddenly darkened.

Everyone looked up in shock, only to see that the once clear sky had been covered by a 'dark cloud'.

The clouds were covered with jet-black dragon scales, and ferocious bone spikes were faintly visible among them.

"The Black Dragon Emperor!" a knowledgeable knight exclaimed in surprise.

No one expected that Wen Tai's former partner, a true dragon of emperor level, would actually obey Wang Feng's summons!

“Ouch——!!!”

The earth-shattering roar of the dragon resounded through the sky, and the entire Parthenon trembled violently.

The ground cracked, stone pillars collapsed, and two hundred judges who were casting spells were simultaneously struck by a magical backlash, spitting blood and collapsing to their knees.

"Lord Hailong!" Dulan's voice changed as he looked frantically at the Knight Lord.

Hailong's expression was grave, and he shouted sternly, "Knights of the Knights, follow me to confront the Black Dragon Emperor!"

In an instant, the entire Parthenon was illuminated with a dazzling divine light.

Ancient array patterns emerged from the mountain, and layers of golden runes intertwined in the air, forming an indestructible barrier.

This is a protective array left behind by the first Athena, which has been continuously improved by goddesses of later generations. Even the Golden Titan King (Apollo) could not break through it.

Seeing that the Black Dragon Austin was temporarily held back by the Knights' Hall members, Durank's face once again revealed a ferocious smile: "Wang Feng, your reliance is gone, why don't you surrender?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Feng revealed a strange expression: "Who told you that Austin is my only helper?"

Durank's heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, eight silver-white spatial portals suddenly unfolded behind Wang Feng.

A chilling aura of the dead emanated from each doorway, and then—

boom! boom! boom!
Eight terrifying figures stepped out in succession:

The corpse of the mountain peak, with its towering, mountain-like body, was the first to appear, and the putrid aura of decay instantly filled the entire temple.

The enchanting figure of Jiuyouhou appeared and disappeared in the mist, emitting a captivating laugh.

The Mist Demon Commander led thousands of vengeful spirits out with a shrill cry;

The skeletal dragon spread its bone wings, obscuring the sky and the sun;
Ghost King, Red Skull Demon Lord, Agate Corpse King, White Corpse King
All eight undead lords have descended!

"Eight fallen rulers?!" Durank's face twisted in agony, his voice trembling with hysteria. "So... you're a heretic!"

Wang Feng's gaze was icy: "Now, it is my turn to judge you scoundrels who have turned black into white."

"kill."

(End of this chapter)