Chapter 513
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Chapter 513: Breaking the Unbreakable
Mr. Xia, Mr. World, Master of Shadows…
People referred to him by various titles, but nearly every extraordinary being knew that this man, with his piercing eyes, was the true ruler of the Air Alliance.
He controlled life and death itself, wielding power to determine the course of everything.
The so-called system of kings should have long been consigned to history, as the nobles had never truly held power within the Air Alliance. Only Mr. Xia’s absolute strength served as the sole criterion for all to bow and worship.
Power is authority, and authority is power.
In a world where all power converges within one individual, the mighty Mr. Xia stood as an unchallengeable figure who commanded attention.
Once, people believed the Dark Light’s “Divine Executor” was the mightiest of Noah. But now, Mr. Xia had successfully ascended to the quasi-god level. As for whether he could now rival the power of the “Divine Executor,” that was beyond anyone’s calculation.
When Ganis saw the man who appeared before them, he was taken aback. Having spent time in Tatsumi City, he knew exactly who he was: the leader of the Imperial Guards, “World,” the mightiest warrior of the Air Alliance.
Was he the mastermind behind this attack?
As Ganis mulled this over, no fear gripped him. Instead, his anger only intensified.
Mr. Xia gazed down upon the crowd.
“Very good, all of you are here.”
Ganis paused, realizing the statement wasn’t just for him and his companions.
Suddenly, space distorted.
After a violent shake, two men materialized out of thin air, figures renowned in Noah’s history: The Demon Hunt General Agency’s Captain of the Sword-wielding Troop, and The Cursed String Music.
From the Dark Light Church, the Captain of the Knights of the Divine Blade, Chris.
A young boy, a middle-aged man, and two mighty warriors from the Eruo League and the Kingdom of Dark Light—together, they entered the battlefield of the Giant Hive.
Chris remained quiet, observing the battlefield with composure, grasping all the details in an instant without uttering a word.
“World!” The Cursed String Music roared, fury evident in his voice.
“No, I should say, you are… Asmode, the wicked demon king of Hell, aren’t you?”
The Cursed String Music had suffered in Hell before, and now, he understood it all.
There… fragments of the ancient yellow sword were there…
So it was true—the old immortal had finally acted…
For a long time, The Cursed String Music and Austin had a strained relationship, especially after Austin unconditionally supported Mr. Xia. Their bond had nearly frozen over. But now, he realized once again that neither Austin nor himself had truly altered their positions.
Anger, fear, excitement, and various negative emotions surged in The Cursed String Music, causing him to clench his fist. Yet, the man before him remained utterly unaffected.
“As the Night Watcher, I will never allow harm to come to this world. Asmode, the demon from Hell, return to your realm!” The Cursed String Music declared.
Mr. Xia remained calm, nodding slightly.
“So it’s five against one? Looks like I’ll need some help.”
He waved his hand casually.
“Assist me with all your might.”
In the blink of an eye, “Death” and “Justice,” two Imperial Guards, materialized. They were shocked to find themselves transported from another dimension to Mr. Xia’s side.
Mr. Xia raised an eyebrow.
“Why is it only you two? Where is Silence?”
Just moments ago, he had intended to summon three individuals, but had only managed to bring two.
“Leave him!”
“Death” suddenly spoke, backing away alongside Miss North, distancing themselves from Mr. Xia, displaying open hostility.
“Are you planning to betray us?” Mr. Xia’s voice remained distant.
Death shook his head, replying calmly, “You are not him.”
“Justice” North also shouted immediately, “What have you done to Mr. World? Bring him back! We will only aid that man!”
Mr. Xia did not respond.
He simply observed them silently.
It was done. No more words were necessary.
The atmosphere grew thick with tension, ready to ignite at any moment. All seven of them, despite their numerical advantage, were undeniably weaker against the demonic king before them. They were the ones who dared challenge him.
Yet, with four genuine Apocalypses—three of them middle-ranked—and three top-tier Crowns nearing Apocalypse strength, they still had a chance, or so they thought.
The man with deep pupils spoke again:
“If ‘I’ haven’t ascended to ‘sub-god’ status, remaining an ‘upper-ranked Apocalypse,’ perhaps you truly have a chance to defeat me…”
“But now, you don’t.”
The invisible pressure became palpable, turning into terror. It felt as though Mr. Xia was the center of the universe, with all eyes upon him.
Miss North, “Justice,” spoke suddenly: “Inherent abilities stem from the soul. If you are not Mr. Xia, then… can you wield his power?”
Mr. Xia’s abilities were immense. “All Things Are Ready” allowed him to utilize all extraordinary powers, though only those of the next level. If he were truly a quasi-god, it would mean he could freely tap into the full range of powers from upper-ranked Apocalypse beings.
The gathered group was stunned, unsure of what powers Asmode might hold.
Suddenly, Mr. Xia spoke:
“Who said… I am not him?”
With that, he made his move.
In an instant, the space around them began to twist. Everything in sight morphed—up, down, east, west, north, south—all directions blended into one chaotic blur.
Chris, always calm, was struck by shock.
To his horror, he realized this was his own innate power!
He tried to regain control of the space around him, but found that Mr. Xia’s power was far superior, and his own influence barely registered.
“Not yet! Be careful!” he shouted, warning The Cursed String Music.
But even as he spoke, the powerful sorcerer conjured hundreds of musical notes, unleashing an onslaught of spells.
Before “Death” could strike, the distorted space twisted, contorting his body.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no!”
Just then, flames erupted from Ganis’ eyes, and the Burning White Sun pierced the body of The Final Gun.
The power of the Primordial Fire obliterated the Final Gun instantly, making any resurrection a slow and painful process.
[Ganis?]
In the digital realm, Amy realized the source of Ganis’ apparent “betrayal.” His mind had been ensnared by a powerful psychic force.
It was the Psychic Dancer Maryse’s ability.
“Justice” North was swiftly controlled by a mysterious force. Without hesitation, she flew toward the terrifying God of Destruction, ready to attack.
Calm and almost emotionless, Amy instructed the God of Destruction to act, drawing out a massive light blade from behind.
“Whoosh.”
“Justice” fell from the sky as her legs were severed by the blade, screaming in agony.
The power of a Crown level was practically useless in this battle…
Or rather, it had a negative impact.
The Psychic Dancer’s power was overwhelming, exercising absolute control over lesser beings.
This was Mr. Xia’s most terrifying attribute.
With “All Things Are Ready,” he could tap into any natural talent in the world. This gift made him unstoppable, with no weakness or compatibility limitations.
There was only one thing that could contain him, but no opponent could truly restrain him.
Perhaps, if Mr. Xia ascended to godhood, he would be the smallest and weakest god in the entire multiverse. But as a semi-god, his power was nothing short of terrifying.
Fortunately, he existed as mere data in the cyber space, immune to mind control… As Amy pondered this, the God of Destruction had already activated a particle cannon, taking aim.
Then, she noticed Mr. Xia looking at her from afar, a glint in his eyes.
[I command you to become my weapon.]
Amy never imagined that one day, her own extraordinary powers would be suppressed.
Mr. Xia didn’t need to coax or persuade like Amy had. He forcibly seized her consciousness, causing intense pain for both her and the God of Destruction’s soul.
All of this transpired in an instant.
The Cursed String Music, gathering its strength, finally unleashed a massive array of powerful spells.
“The useless sorcerer couldn’t defeat me.”
With a slight shake of his head, Mr. Xia effortlessly invaded the God of Destruction’s soul and conjured a new version of himself at his side.
This new “Mr. Xia” confronted The Cursed String Music, utilizing his innate power—immunity to all spells, known as “Vanishing Illusion.”
Previously, this ability had easily nullified The Cursed String Music’s assault.
In an instant, the thousand spells became nothing.
“Boom!”
Several spells exploded, causing temporary blindness, organ ruptures, and a myriad of magical effects.
“The Cursed String Music” unleashed its full offensive, but “Vanishing Illusion” couldn’t entirely negate the attacks!
“The Cursed String Music” smiled widely, declaring:
“That is not magic… but my ‘chaos magic,’ a power system from another world.”
Though “The Cursed String Music” was a master sorcerer, he wasn’t limited to magic. Mighty beings who had escaped Noah’s Apocalypse often possessed secret weapons.
“I see now,” Mr. Xia mused. “The half-elf weakened my powers with ‘chaos magic’ too…”
Though both versions of Mr. Xia were not greatly affected, The Cursed String Music was astonished by their unyielding aura.
His attack had barely registered, like a drop in the ocean.
Mr. Xia nodded.
“Let me show you something beyond your understanding.”
Raising his hand slowly, a shower of white petals began to fall from the sky.
The fourth blazing ring of heaven.
The petals gradually transformed into a powerful “sea of blossoms and snow waves,” blanketing the battlefield in purity.
This was the Pure Lotus Fire, the innate power of the Demon of Justice—a devastating force capable of annihilating nations.
“Death” broke free from the space distortions, attempting to rescue North, but was too late.
He could only watch as she touched the petals, and instantly, she disintegrated into gas.
Ganis, immune to the intense heat, was also struck by the petals, but The Final Gun, resurrected once more, was obliterated.
Chris folded space to protect himself and The Cursed String Music, but the God of Destruction, closest to the storm, was strangely bypassed by the petals—Mr. Xia seemingly wanting control over it.
In the white sea of flowers, a terrifying voice echoed once again.
How could this be possible?
Everyone stood in awe and fear, for how could he wield two different powers simultaneously?
“Connect! Embody the spirit!”
Countless dark chains erupted from the second “Mr. Xia,” pulling everyone still alive toward an overwhelming surge of evil power.
