Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 423 Expulsion

If an international conflict arises, then I fear the Vatican will not be able to withstand China’s fury!

Only at this very moment, when you know, Saint Minic will hear nothing of his own voice, so he briefly leaned close to Saint Minic’s ear and quickly explained the situation with urgency.

Compared to Margaret, Yu Yuanzhong, a man from the Yang Family, felt even greater unease.

Suddenly, amidst the crowd, a boy from a lesser village shouted out, "I don’t care how you use this path! Everyone here has been banished out of all realms within these miles!"

Thinking back to now, the children of Saint Minic’s household were utterly shocked when they heard Ren Yuan, leaving them somewhat perplexed.

Ren firmly faced the thunderous roar, "I shall not retreat—I will destroy your Yang Family!"

Just a touch of conversation between family members immediately stirred multiple commitments, breaking out in sweat, and led to rapid chaos among those around, beginning a climactic commotion.

Shortly, the surroundings were emptied, leaving only Yu, Ren, Margaret, and Saint Minic. All four stood in the center as arbiters over the site.

"I can’t believe cultivators of several hundred years have truly grown so weak, restricted by the power of Great Countries!"

Watching the ordinary people retreat, Saint Minic let out a cold hum.

Growing older, let alone any kingdom—even the Kingdom of Kings—if arbitration deems heresy, then a Big Judge immediately follows!

Yet he was not blind; even with complaints, ordinary folk retreated when they weren’t necessary.

Now, only those without significant purpose stared intently, yet their gaze eventually locked onto Yu and Ren.

"You have violated ancient teachings! You must face the Big Judge!" Saint Minic glared coldly at Yu and Ren.

And Yu Garden—

What? What? Did the Roman Court attack the Yangtze River?

Caught between battles at Saint Minic and Maule, instead of engaging in another fight, he hadn’t left the dragon-head embattlement at Moon River, and as soon as he got wind of the news, he hurriedly rushed toward the site.

Upon arrival, seeing most ordinary people evacuated, the scene appeared a bit weakened.

Suddenly, his heart surged once again.

When he arrived at this residence, it was Yang Mingke’s household—with Mau still seemingly distant, yet only Yang’s disciples present!

But this... this was divine power in its purest form!

Even upon returning to his house, Long Lin witnessed how two individuals genuinely twisted David’s peak and forced him into retreat thrice.

This solidified David’s clarity that each time, it was due to the involvement of these two in disputes!

They were now united with two mighty Divine Spirits—gravely injured from their battles with the Roman Court!

Did this mean such proclaimed divine mimicries held uncontrollable power, even surpassing that of David?

"Is this the kind of waste you train for? Haha! Rubbish—everything you’ve learned is rubbish!"

Laughter filled the air alongside exhaustion.

It was his long-standing style, turning him into the holiest of judges!

Because, akin to the theatrical essence of a cat—to those enclosed, forcing them to strike, only to strike back again and again—until despair sealed their fatal end.

After enduring all injustices, every single day, he chose this day to burn and obliterate, rather than allow them back into arbitration!

Indeed!

Hearing distant yet infinite echoes!

Between these two individuals, the roles divided as if parent and guardian, operating seamlessly!

If not for the Poplar Tree, as David suggested, they’d be left in an irreparable pit!

Another was a synthetic signature sword, its origin and time unknown—a foreign, exotic blade!

Yet in their youth, they understood how vast their world was—beyond Earth itself!

And in that broader cosmos, Yang welcomed them!

On the eve before the holidays, standing at the brink of death!

They gazed at one another, eyes cutting through with the hue of death!

A master dishonored—surely deserved to die!

To keep the dead unslain, to not absolve oneself!

Thus, they watched Mau rise again, slowly punching out blow after blow!

Instead, fingers touched the blade—the sword, gently rolled and eventually closed their eyes.

Memories of death! Sworn to kill!

When Long Lin stood on the fringes, two hearts converged seemingly as one.

Yet no sound awaited, and there it burst—Mau along with molten fury.

The adversaries stepped forth when the stricken chest collided, abruptly dashing toward Saint Minic, seizing the forbidden Yang Hua Ring!

This time Mau exhibited cod liver-like strength, distinct from any prior forms!

The punches failed to elicit crisp ruptures from Mau’s strikes!

A thousand enemies faced eight hundred losses!

Meanwhile, as eyes opened, the black sword ascended swiftly upwards and directly further!

"Death Sword!"

The sword flew, untouched—the blade itself, the sword itself, and every soul it cut through! The sword consumed bodies, obliterated essence!

Despite the two intending grave destruction, their brows furrowed, never expecting unforeseen foreign assailants closing in!

However, his mouth tightened—shrinking with sharp bitterness and sneering irony, precisely enabling an unhindered focus!

Thunder roared!

In a blink of an eye!

Mau—a relentless offense pressing bodily proximity into strikes!

"Presiding Arbiter!"

A shocking blow surged violently—wavering chaotic energy rattled, yet Saint Minic’s immense power remained unsummoned to halt.

Long Lin rushed in haste, attempting to take the forefront.

Finally, with two committed killers, they decimated thousands of adversaries and gravely injured hundreds among eight hundred!

Thereby no mistake!

Only Long Lin grimly sensed now the formidable might radiating from this airborne assault.

Through flight, his gaze sharp and fixed.

Heavy-laden!

Dust billowed—

Yet the sharp divine separation distinctly steadied back into place.

David staggered backward, his golden locks ablaze with sinister fury!

Meanwhile, David’s face significantly pale!

Once transformed into werewolf form, David’s strength magnified immeasurably—from brute force to unmatched agility!

Sufficient to rival powerful Divine Spirits and claim heights of divine supremacy!

Was this now beneath divine workings to redirect winds?!

When did the Roman Court grow disproportionately stronger than even the Great Emperor?!

The Pope dwelled at divine peaks—an unrivaled force!

This being, however... could it truly match the ancient, uncharacteristically malevolent might to pierce both chains and strides of divinity?

Thoughts churned within David—his awareness heightened!

Thus, Saint-Minic—it didn’t falter, but gently brushed crimson streaks, laughingly remarking, "Ah! Alax—what a hollow pursuit! Are you indeed the Queen of Wolves?"

"Fine!" Who are you from the Roman Court? A legacy of the Pope?" David’s voice turned chilling.

"Pope? Oh, this isn’t my concern!"

Chuckling, he added, "That’s because your exotic stars—you, oh, yes, you—return, and come beckon me as the Wolf King!"

"Slay wolves..." Elves?"

Hearing Saint Minic’s words, Nahali raised their brows, but only foolish, naive straightforwardness prevailed. "You... you... you! The arbitrator once embroiled within bloodied slaughter houses and hunted by werewolves?"

Ah, yes—never could I’ve imagined werewolves feigning their guise! Haha, indeed I am at ease!

In laughter, "Sure enough, drinking werewolf blood isn’t something forgotten so easily—it truly leaves lasting impressions!"

At that moment, his interest in Mau and others waned. Concerning those attributed to rumors of topology, he largely listened as their names spiraled onto his kill list.

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