I, Silver Superman, have been upgraded to Omniscient and Omnipotent.

The body is rapidly healing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye, as endless rules and order shrink and unify into a collective that returns to the body.

"Looks like I'm too late. You can die too!"

What? There's someone else? They managed to get close to me so silently, I didn't even notice.

The Ivory King, his breathing disordered and his hair disheveled, turned around to see a newcomer dressed in a Superman suit with a red levitation cape. His eyes widened in shock.

"Superman Clark? No, wait, you're that time-mutant Ye Ritian, how do you have Superman's abilities! Could it be..."

The Ivory King seemed to realize something and looked at Ye Ritian with a look of horror.

"You're a time traveler, you smuggled yourself in from the DC!"

boom!

Without a word, Ye Ritian punched the Ivory King to death, destroying his newly established concept of balance and completely disintegrating his body. His shocked and pale face was etched at the moment of death, and his life came to an end.

It seems that the Transcendent God Race cannot make its plans. It existed because of the existence of the Molecular Man and the Transcendent Ones. Now that both are dead, the Transcendent God Race will naturally decline as well.

Ye Ritian absorbed the power within him, and his own saturated state of being at the late stage of the Breakthrough Existence level instantly advanced to the peak of the Breakthrough Existence level with a little bit of proficiency.

Ye Ritian's face was cold and indifferent, showing neither sorrow nor joy.

"I didn't expect you to find out, but it's too late! I am neither Chao nor not Chao."

He's at the peak of the exceptional level, but he's still a little short; there's still room for further planning.

Ye Ritian stood in the void, pondering his next move. He was just one step away from reaching the ultimate level.

Ok?

Ye Ritian suddenly turned around in surprise, sensing a familiar figure traveling across endless distances to get here.

boom!

A crimson vortex suddenly appeared, and Arisham descended with a roar. After a long period of silence, he had finally found a way to deal with Ye Ritian, and he decided to cause Ye Ritian one last round of trouble.

If the other party can still pass this trial, then he will no longer care what the other party does in the future, and on the contrary, he will help him.

He lowered his head, looking solemnly at Ye Ritian, and said in a low voice...

"Ye Ritian, I have accidentally discovered someone. If you can defeat him, I will no longer bother you. If you cannot defeat him, you are not allowed to start a great war in the omnipotent universe. Otherwise, I will stop you with my life!"

He decided to pull out his last trump card: his disciple.

This guy's abilities are very strange; he doesn't believe Ye Ritian can deal with him.

The next moment, he released the young thug with dyed yellow hair, his disciple.

Ye Ritian sneered repeatedly. "You want to cause me trouble? Is it worth risking your life to stop me?"

You're really going all out to maintain this universe, working yourself to the bone and putting in countless overtime hours, but OAA won't even give you a raise. It's only a few hundred yuan a month. What are you doing risking your life for?!

Of all the villains he has fought, the Supreme Court Justice is the only one who is still alive and fighting against him.

The evil god Cyttorak doesn't count; he reformed.

But he was more curious about who he had found.

The blond-haired boy, barely out of the universe, was already shouting and cursing before he could even settle in. His face was full of arrogance, and his eyes were brimming with pride and conceit.

"Who is it? Who on earth is attacking this handsome man? Where is this place? Which little brat dares to ambush my disciple? Are you tired of living?!" The disciple was extremely arrogant.

After a pause, he finally noticed two people in front of him: Ye Ritian and a 6,000-meter-tall robot he didn't recognize.

The disciple stopped his angry tirade, his bewildered face revealing confusion.

"Who are you two? Who captured me? What kind of skill is this, sneak attacking? Do you have the guts to fight my disciples head-on? Don't say I didn't give you a chance; I can let you make the first move!"

The Chief Justice lowered his head slightly, staring at the little one in his line of sight, and said in a cold voice.

“I invited you here, but how can inviting you be called arresting someone, disciple? My name is Aristam, you can also call me the Grand Judge. I invited you here to help me deal with Ye Ritian. I'm sure you've heard of his name!”

The disciple suddenly realized, and the next second he flew into a rage.

"So it was you who captured me, Ye Ritian, huh? Damn it, you two both deserve to die! One of you dared to capture me, you're practically asking for death! And the other is so strong, praised and lauded in countless universes, that fame should have fallen on my head!"

Ye Ritian sneered. "Who do we have here? It's this little trash. An early-stage Breakthrough Existence cultivator challenging me, a late-stage Breakthrough Existence cultivator?"

"I thought you'd find someone to help you deal with me, but it turns out you've found this kind of thing, a disciple. I know! Unfortunately, you've chosen the wrong person. If you could get a Primal Transcendent to deal with me, I would be wary. But this person is a disciple. It's like comparing heaven and earth!"

The Disciple is a typical representative of Marvel's overpowered army. His ability is to infinitely copy and infinitely enhance, and to stack multiple layers of buffs without limit.

This ability is incredibly powerful. For example, a simple set of Taizu Long Fist might at most break a large tree or boulder, but when used by him, it could destroy a mountain peak or explode a star, or even blast the universe apart.

The effects of the two are worlds apart.

If Saitama had the abilities of a disciple, and the two bugged limiters merged, giving him the ability to copy and enhance his continuous normal punches, and then stacking buffs to unleash them, the consequences would be unimaginable.

When an enemy attacks him, he can instantly copy it perfectly, whether it's supernatural powers, magic, or his own martial arts insights.

This guy is a bug. He first appeared in the comic "Guardians of the Galaxy v1". The story takes place in the 31st century in Universe 691. He almost made the Living Tribunal need to be replaced and clearly stated that he has the ability to instantly copy the Living Tribunal.

In fact, the disciples did indeed copy some of the abilities of the Living Tribunal and the Beyonders, and even fantasized about becoming...

ONE ABOVE ALL!

However, his ability to copy is flawed. He can only copy skills if he can see them; otherwise, no matter how much damage he takes, he cannot copy their abilities. Therefore, the only way to deal with the disciple is to make him unable to see them.

In the comics, in order to subdue the disciple, the God of Judgment covered the disciple's head, preventing him from seeing other people's skills, and was eventually sealed in an hourglass by the court! So, the only thing that could be done was to seal him, not to kill him.

Seeing that Ye Ritian dared to slander him like this, the disciple was furious. "Primal Transcendent, who is that? How dare he say that he is no match for him?"

The cosmic events of the original Beyonder occurred just as the disciple was born, when he was still weak and unaware of the major events in the universe.

The disciples stopped arguing with the Grand Justice and focused their attention on Ye Ritian.

His face was angry; he asked if he didn't understand.

"Who is the Primal Transcendent? He sounds incredibly powerful. What makes you think I'm inferior to him? Even if I am inferior to him, are you inferior to me?"

"He's right, you really can't compare to him!"

Arithm's voice drifted over.

That idiot disciple, he could capture Ye Ritian even in the mid-stage of his extraordinary existence, let alone Ye Ritian in the late stage. Does he think he's that strong? When the Primal Transcendent appeared, Ye Ritian didn't dare to utter a word. In the end, he only came out to snatch it after the Transcendent self-destructed and decomposed its power.

Your disciples are far inferior to the original transcendent.

The Primal Transcendent One is a peak-level existence that breaks through the rules. You, a mere early-stage Transcendent One, are trying to take advantage of them?

He originally intended to rely on his disciples' strange and special abilities to deal with Ye Ritian.

I didn't expect him to recognize my disciple the moment I released him. Are all time travelers really this amazing? Why do they always know so much?

Even monsters like the Disciples know this...

"Shut up, you high-ranking judge robot! Not only did you arrest me for no reason, but now you even dare to mock me for being inferior to the original Transcendent! I haven't even settled accounts with you yet! Call out the Transcendent, I want to fight him one-on-one!" The disciple's face darkened. How dare they mock him like that?

He had only recently gained his power, and although he didn't know how strong he was or what his growth ceiling was, he absolutely did not think he was much weaker than that unknown so-called transcendent.

I've been out for so long, and I haven't seen that original transcendent being come out. He must have been scared away by me and is hiding.

Arithm was slightly angered by his disciple's mockery; his lightbulb-like eyes flickered irregularly.

"Disciple, watch your mouth! Don't ruin your life! I can capture you, and I can kill you!"

The disciple's serious face was suddenly amused, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh ho, so you finally admit you arrested me instead of asking me to do it. Tsk tsk tsk, so this is the kind of person the Supreme Judge of the Universe is. Bah, what a scoundrel!"

“No, he’s a thing, he’s a mechanical thing!” Ye Ritian interjected.

He sneered repeatedly. This disciple of mine is truly ignorant. It's one thing that he can't recognize his own strength, but can't he even distinguish his enemies? He dares to provoke anyone.

In the comics, he once became so arrogant that he challenged Oaa, attempting to compete with him for the existence of the supreme creator of Marvel and become the supreme incarnation. As a result, he was severely punished and never dared to jump around in front of Oaa again.

Ye Ritian's words made the disciple thoughtful. He looked at Arisham with surprise and doubt.

"You're right, he's not human, he's somewhere between being a thing and not being a thing!"

"Enough, you two shut up and start fighting!" Arithm roared, white steam billowing from his armor as if to express his fury.

Ye Ritian said that it was one thing for him to be defeated, but who the hell did he think he was, disciple? He was still captured and killed by me in one move. He has already forgotten his lesson so quickly. Don't think that just because I don't know that to deal with you, I have to cover your head first...

The disciple's expression changed drastically. He turned his back to Ye Ritian and looked at the tall Aristam, questioning him.

"Shut up, you inhuman, ghost-like mechanical thing. You think I'll just hit you because you tell me to? What are you? Uh, you're a thing? What are you anyway... Anyway, don't try to teach me how to do things, you robot?"

The disciple was puzzled. He had wanted to scold him, but the other party was no good at all, so it was pointless to say anything. He was at a loss for words and could not come up with a suitable word to describe him.

Seeing that the disciple still dared to provoke him, Aristom coldly shouted.

"court death!"

Suddenly, he clenched the giant mechanical hand into a fist and threw a punch at the disciple, the powerful force of which shook the void.

An endless, overwhelming force crushed space and time, and an immediate, suffocating feeling washed over one, inspiring awe and fear.

To everyone's surprise, the disciple's exceptionally arrogant and conceited expression didn't diminish much; instead, he sneered with a crooked mouth.

"A mere trick, yet you dare to challenge even the most skilled craftsman..."

Chapter 162 The Disciple and the Supreme Court Die at the Hands of Superman

The disciple retaliated, mimicking Arithm's moves with a perfectly executed punch, its power no less formidable, as he clashed with him.

Hearing the disciples' mocking voices and the crooked smile of the dragon king, Arithm's mind instantly cleared, and he knew something was wrong.