Chapter 504

Chapter 504: Accusations and Retaliation

That human was done for. The moment he admitted to those "crimes," his fate was sealed.

The Death Scorpion family, influenced by Thor’s stance, had momentarily adopted a wait-and-see posture.

With Midi antagonizing the Three Major Families simultaneously under these circumstances, who could possibly save him?

Even Veyna turned pale. The Black Dragon Priestess shot Midi a glare brimming with frustrated exasperation before mercilessly pinching the tender flesh at his waist.

Midi offered no resistance, enduring the abuse with a pained grimace. Yet his steady gaze assured Veyna he remained in full control.

Though baffled by his confidence, Veyna eventually relented.

Across from them, the Death Scorpion family head’s face turned ashen after hearing Midi’s blunt response.

"Bold words!" The patriarch stared at Midi like a condemned prisoner. "To think the mighty Death Scorpion family would elevate a backstabbing schemer who ambushes fellow fighters to core disciple status!"

"Ambush? Betrayal?" Midi feigned confusion for a heartbeat before understanding dawned.

Alexis’ group had emerged from the trial a full week earlier – more than enough time to spin lies and distort the truth.

The guilty always shout first. Alexis must’ve poured oil on the flames of falsehood.

As for Warrior Thor? While unlikely to fabricate accusations, expecting him to defend Midi was equally improbable.

Thus the Death Scorpion patriarch now postured as righteous judge.

But Midi wouldn’t tolerate this slander now that he grasped the situation.

"You misunderstand, patriarch. I slaughtered Simon and Cort, and crippled Dakhni – all through direct combat. They brought their fate upon themselves by provoking me." Midi’s voice carried ironclad finality. "Ambush? For their pitiful skills? Hardly worth the effort."

"Midi Asleks! If you boast such strength, prove you could defeat any of them!" The patriarch’s eyes glinted with naked bloodlust.

He’d been waiting for this opening.

By emphasizing martial superiority, Midi had given him grounds to demand a trial of skill – leaving even Death Scorpion elders no pretext to interfere.

Naturally, the patriarch wouldn’t dirty his own hands. A subtle finger twitch sufficed.

From the Death Scorpion ranks emerged a level 67 elder.

"Let this humble elder test your boasts, foolish human!" The old man’s sneer echoed as he became an afterimage, murderous aura erupting.

_Now try dodging this!_ The patriarch smirked coldly.

In his estimation, Midi’s trump cards might reach peak-level 65 at best – enough to crush Cort of Two-Headed Warwolf, but never his son Simon or dragon-blooded Dakhni.

Clearly, trickery and ambush explained those victories. In fair battle, Midi shouldn’t withstand Simon’s assaults.

Yet to ensure total suppression, he’d deployed a level 67 elder. No mere "test" – this was an execution disguised as trial, vengeance for his slain heir!

The elder understood perfectly. Though mouthing platitudes about testing skills, he channeled magic to its limits, every strike a lethal killing technique.

Veyna’s expression shifted instantly.

The Black Dragon High Priest clenched her teeth and moved to shield Midi from the Level 67 elder. But before she could step forward, Midi’s hand settled on her shoulder.

“I’m a Death Scorpion fighter. Let me handle this,” Midi said, smiling at her. He stepped forward.

Suddenly, black flames surged around him like a raging storm.

It was the Black Iron Dragon Flame.

But this time, streaks of crimson-black lightning crackled within the flames, their glare sharp as needles, blinding as the sun’s brilliance.

“What?!” the Death Scorpion elder gasped, crushed by a mountain-like pressure descending upon him.

He tried to retreat, but Midi’s flames slammed down.

A mere flick of the flames ignited the elder like a moth drawn to fire. The force hurled him backward like a severed kite string.

Though Level 67, the elder was no match. A mere practitioner without trump cards or a Dragon bloodline, his strength barely surpassed Dakhni—a peak-Level 65 with Dragon blood.

And Midi, now Level 65, had merged the True Dragon Breath Technique and True Dragon Body Refinement Method, far surpassing his power when he’d slain Dakhni. How could this elder resist?

Midi didn’t bother chasing. He withdrew the flames, coldly watching the elder crash hundreds of meters away, carving a massive crater into Snake Spine Valley.

Bones shattered, the elder lay helpless as flames corroded his flesh, devouring his magic. His agonized screams echoed.

The inferno’s fury kept even Death Scorpion rescuers at bay, forced to hurl healing and fire-suppression spells from the crater’s edge.

When the flames finally died, only a charred husk remained, breaths shallow and ragged.

“Dragon Heritage! Midi possesses advanced Dragon Heritage!”

“His Dragon bloodline must be pure!”

“Level 65 already? He was Level 63 a month ago!”

“Two levels in weeks? Even ‘Warrior’ Thor might fall to him!”

Silence gripped Snake Spine Valley, then erupted into chaos.

Earlier, none had taken Midi’s solo stand against the Death Scorpion seriously—even Veyna’s hope had been tinged with dread. But after seeing a Level 67 elder near-death in one strike, the crowd finally studied the black-haired, black-eyed youth.

Shock followed. Level 65. Unfathomable power.

Who was he? What had he gained in Crystal Dragon Fortress?

Envy, hatred, awe—their gazes pierced Midi. Had looks held lethality, he’d have been shredded.

Yet Midi remained calm. He glanced at the smoldering elder being hauled away, then turned to the Death Scorpion family head.

“Satisfied with the test?” Midi’s tone dripped mockery. “With my strength, ambushing Simon? Absurd. They provoked me, sought their own demise. Should Death Scorpion thieves expect me to hand them treasures?”

“You!” The family head’s rage shook the surrounding magic.

A voice cut through, icy and final: “Enough. End this farce. Or does Death Scorpion challenge our status as Mososbury’s first family?”

The Death Scorpion family head—a Level 70-tier powerhouse—had spoken. His words brooked no argument, representing the clan that never compromised.

The Death Scorpion head glared at Midi, then bowed stiffly.

“The Dragon God’s gaze has withdrawn. The Crystal Dragon Fortress rift is sealed. This trial concludes,” declared the Death Scorpion family head. He nodded to Midi. “Return to the family.”