Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 230 The Chaos in the Holy City, the Authority of the Heavenly Father

"Wang...Wang Feng?! What are you doing here?!"

Songhe's pupils suddenly contracted, and he staggered back half a step.

"Dean Songhe, I've come here specifically to visit you." Wang Feng's lips curled into a cold, enigmatic smile.

The afternoon sun shone in from behind him, casting a long shadow on the ground.

"Special...specially?" Song He's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice dry as sandpaper. "Wasn't Lu Nian's matter already settled? I'm just a retired old man now."

"Lu Nian?" Wang Feng chuckled and shook his head, his boots clicking crisply on the wooden floor. "I've long forgotten about that little thing. It's just..."

He suddenly leaned forward, saying, "I hate it when people play tricks on you behind your back."

Songhe's back was already pressed against the cold wall.

He swallowed with difficulty, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead: "This is all a misunderstanding, Wang Feng. Let me explain."

"Misunderstanding?" Wang Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold, his voice filled with a chilling coldness. "Qin Yu'er is really unlucky to know you... Forget it, you should go to hell and repent slowly."

Song He's pupils constricted sharply, and the hairs on his body stood on end. The sense of impending death made him disregard the Holy City's prohibitions—

"Demon Wood Hand - Execution!!"

He gritted his teeth, and the constellation behind him suddenly lit up. Dark yellow vines burst out of the ground like venomous snakes, instantly transforming into a ferocious giant hand that gripped Wang Feng tightly!
"Ha...ha..." Songhe gasped for breath, a twisted madness appearing on his aged face.

"Wang Feng, Wang Feng, so what if you're so talented? You still died by my hand! Hahahaha—"

"what are you laughing at?"

A chilling voice came from behind.

Songhe's laughter stopped abruptly, his neck stiffly turning—

What came into view was Wang Feng's cold face, and... a wisp of blood-red flame that suddenly enlarged!
"what--!!!"

A piercing scream tore through the streets of the holy city. Songhe struggled madly in the crimson flames, eventually turning into a handful of charred ashes scattered on the ground.

Residents upstairs peeked out at the sound, but upon seeing the fight between the mages, they immediately shrank back. Some even trembled as they dialed the Holy City Enforcement Team's communicator.

"Phew, that old bastard is finally dead, that was satisfying." Wang Feng dusted off his sleeves, as if he were just casually cleaning off a bit of dust.

Michael's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his eyes burning with rage: "Wang Feng! Even if you bear the title of Archangel, the Holy City will never let you go!"

Before the words were finished, hurried footsteps echoed down the street, and a team of law enforcement mages in standard robes rushed into the shop. The captain at the head of the team shouted sternly, "Who dares to commit violence in the Holy City?!"

Wang Feng lazily raised his eyes and pointed to the pile of ashes on the ground: "The criminal has been executed, and the matter is resolved."

The enforcement captain's expression changed drastically as he stared at the pile of ashes, both shocked and furious: "Outrageous! Murder in the street and you dare to deny it? Seize him!"

"Go back."

A clear and majestic voice suddenly rang out, like heavenly music descending.

The next second, dazzling holy light poured down from the sky, and a figure descended on the light, his silver-white robes fluttering without wind, sacred and inviolable.

"Lord Remiel!" The captain of the enforcement team quickly bowed respectfully.

Remiel's gaze, as cold as frost, fell upon Wang Feng: "Wang Feng, do you know your crime?"

Wang Feng's lips curled into a playful smile: "Oh? I'd like to hear what crime I've committed?"

"Committing a crime in the street, defying the ironclad laws of the Holy City, and still daring to argue?" Remiel's voice reverberated in the air like a hammer of judgment.

Wang Feng casually put his hands in his pockets and shrugged: "I was just doing my duty." "Duty?" A cold glint flashed in Remiel's eyes. "The Holy City has never recognized your identity. Surrender now and you might get a lighter sentence."

"Heh," Wang Feng suddenly chuckled, his eyes growing sharper. "Looks like you and Michael are cut from the same cloth. If you're going to fight, then fight. Stop talking nonsense. I'm not like Wen Tai, the kind of fool who'd be tricked into going to his death by your righteous words."

Remiel's pupils suddenly contracted, and golden divine light flowed in his eyes.

"In that case."

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling divine light shone from behind Remiel.

Twelve pure white wings slowly unfurled, and the Seraph's oppressive aura instantly enveloped the entire area.

"My God! Lord Remiel is actually a Seraphim?!" The onlookers exclaimed in surprise and retreated.

This archangel, who had never made a move since returning to the Holy City, finally revealed his true strength.

A holy book radiating divine light appeared in Remiel's hand, its pages turning rapidly without wind.

With a blinding flash of white light, Wang Feng felt the scene before him suddenly change—

The once bustling streets have vanished, replaced by an eerie reflection of the holy city.

All the buildings were exactly the same as those in the holy city, except for the lack of people.

“You seem to care more about the safety of ordinary people than Michael does, which is commendable.” Wang Feng nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

“However,” his tone suddenly turned cold, “you chose the wrong opponent.”

"Arrogant!" Remiel's eyes blazed with golden light, the holy book in his hand radiating a dazzling glow. "No matter what means you used to steal holy power, a heretic is still a heretic, forever unable to contend with a true angel!"

Before he could finish speaking, the void behind him suddenly distorted—

"Roar--!"

Accompanied by a deafening dragon roar, a golden dragon, slightly smaller than the Black Dragon Emperor Austin, burst forth from the sky, its dragon might overwhelming!
Immediately afterwards, a majestic imperial statue slowly descended, both exuding a suffocating imperial aura!
“Indeed very strong.” Wang Feng nodded, his tone calm. “Unfortunately, you are ultimately using the power I bestowed upon you. Even if your cultivation level is higher than mine, you will never be able to defeat me.”

Remiel paused for a moment, then looked at Wang Feng in disbelief: "Are you crazy?"

However, his questioning stopped abruptly the next second—

Wang Feng's eyes suddenly became ethereal and profound, and a sacred and noble soul slowly emerged behind him.

That soul image was pure and flawless, like a god descending to earth. Just by looking at it, an uncontrollable tremor ran through the depths of Remiel's angelic soul embryo!
It is a resonance that comes from blood ties, a subject’s awe of his king, and a child’s instinctive submission to his parents!

"What is this?!" Remiel's pupils contracted sharply, and his voice trembled slightly.

"I am—the Heavenly Father."

As Wang Feng finished speaking, the entire Holy City seemed to be awakened by some supreme will.

The collective will of all beings on the statues of the Heavenly Father and the holy images of angels surged like a reversed galaxy, transforming into billions of points of light that converged around Wang Feng, illuminating him as if a god had descended to earth.

The golden dragon and the emperor statue summoned by Remiel were swept back to their respective planes like dust with a casual wave of Wang Feng's hand, without even a chance to resist.

Holy light was like the sea, and oppressive power was like a prison.

Wang Feng stood in mid-air, looking down indifferently at Remiel, who was kneeling on one knee, his voice echoing in the space like a divine decree:

"Remiel, do you know your crime?"

(End of this chapter)