Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Just a Native

The God of Theater gazed at the Celestial Prison Lord before him, a sense of unexpected joy bubbling up inside.

If he hadn’t been too concerned about the Magic Clan before, after the God of Martial Arts mentioned their future schemes, he became deeply invested.

The God of Martial Arts, whom he had fiercely protected, was actually captured and tortured by the Magic Clan in the future?

Most importantly, the God of Martial Arts was enraged!

So, from the moment the Celestial Prison Lord introduced himself, it signaled the beginning of his downfall.

“Get lost!”

The God of Theater said coldly, as the power of Theater Protection began to surge within him.

Even the Theater World he controlled started to spin rapidly; if a fight broke out, he could ensure that he would unleash the strongest attack on the Celestial Prison Lord at the first opportunity.

Of course, he wouldn’t strike first.

After all, at this stage, dealing with the Earth Deity was still somewhat challenging.

But seeing the Celestial Prison Lord’s arrogant demeanor, provoking him into action would be as easy as child’s play, wouldn’t it?

As long as the opponent dared to make a move, he would crush him instantly!

“Are you not planning to show some respect to your friend here?”

The arrogant smile on the Celestial Prison Lord’s face faded, and his tone grew increasingly menacing.

“If you keep yapping, believe me, I’ll slap you silly!”

The God of Theater shot back, “Magic Clan? What kind of joke is that?”

Hearing this, the Celestial Prison Lord was furious.

The Magic Clan, one of the top forces in the Arrow Realm, had a long legacy and many powerful beings within their ranks.

Even a formidable clan like the Snow Spirit Clan had to show utmost respect when facing the Magic Clan.

He had come here because the Snow Spirit Clan had sent him a plea for help, offering half of their treasures in exchange for his mediation.

He knew very well that as long as he stood here, the war should come to an end.

Though he called it mediation, his very presence was a signal for the war’s conclusion!

After all, in the legends of some Arrow Realm worlds, the Realm of Magic was revered as sacred ground!

Now, someone dared to insult the Magic Clan right in front of him?

Who did he think he was?

A Celestial Prison Lord of the Magic Clan!

The blazing sun made way for him!

The starry sky shone for him!

The universe birthed dazzling treasures because of his presence!

He had risen from obscurity, sweeping through countless peers, becoming an unparalleled prodigy!

And since he stood as the Celestial Prison Lord of the Magic Clan, it meant he had already reached the pinnacle of this vast world.

Now, a mere native with a severed legacy dares to speak to him like this?

“Boom!”

A deafening roar echoed from the sky, and towering magical flames surged behind the Celestial Prison Lord.

The flames raged fiercely!

Their menacing aura was unparalleled!

This terrifying phenomenon lit up the heavens, instantly capturing the gaze of all the powerful beings present.

From the Arrow Realm, several Emperor Level beings who had interacted with the God of Theater frowned slightly at the sight.

What was the magic clan up to?

Were they jumping into the fray already?

Were they really in such a hurry?

But what did it mean for an Emperor Level being to face the God of Theater?

Was this a provocation?

Or something else entirely?

The magic clan was undeniably powerful, but they had no deep ties with them.

The true combat power of the God of Theater was, in a way, an incredibly valuable piece of information.

Without some incentive from the magic clan, why would they bother to warn him for free?

“I’ll give you one last chance: back off now, or your blood will paint the sky today!”

The Celestial Prison Lord stretched out his right hand, and the Divine Sword, which had frozen the void behind him, appeared in his grasp.

“Buzz!”

The sword trembled slightly, and its divine light solidified the surrounding chaos.

“That’s a fine sword!”

The God of Theater eyed the Divine Sword in the Celestial Prison Lord’s hand and thought to himself, “The Star God is a master of the way of the sword. With this blade, it’d be like giving wings to a tiger!”

“Impressive! Very impressive!”

With that in mind, the God of Theater sneered, “All the Emperor Level beings are busy signing contracts, and here you are, a big-tailed wolf who can’t even act, trying to show off?”

“I wasn’t planning to wipe out the Snow Spirit Clan, but seeing how clueless you are, I’ve decided they’re done for!”

“Mark my words!”

“You’re useless!”

Not far away, the Ancestor of the Snow Spirit Clan watched the scene with growing anxiety.

When he saw the Celestial Prison Lord resorting to threats against the God of Theater, even drawing his sword, he was completely dumbfounded.

What was this supposed to mean?

Was the Celestial Prison Lord… really that bold?

He had paid half of his clan’s resources to bring him here for mediation, not to let him strut around.

To show off in front of the God of Theater, you’d need at least a dozen Emperor Level beings backing you up, right?

Even so, it still doesn’t seem very secure.

Perhaps he would need to add seven or eight more treasures to have a chance of matching the God of Theater.

Fortunately, the Arrow Realm had many Emperor Level beings, and with the threat posed by the Earth Deity from the past Giant Ghost Realm, the Emperor Level beings on the human side signed a contract preventing them from acting freely.

Otherwise, who knows what situation the Arrow Realm would be in now!

In such circumstances, he arrived and immediately threatened without even taking a proper look.

If the threat didn’t go smoothly, he was ready to fight?

Holy cow!

Did he really think this was the Realm of Magic?

Even if the Emperor Level beings from the Magic Clan came over, could they really guarantee to kill the God of Theater without a doubt?

Even if they could, who could ensure the God of Theater wouldn’t drag a few Emperor Level beings down with him before he fell?

“Celestial Prison Lord, before you stands the God of Theater from Huaxia, who is extremely powerful,”

the Ancestor of the Snow Spirit Clan thought for a moment and communicated telepathically.

He had a vague suspicion that this unfortunate Celestial Prison Lord couldn’t possibly be unaware that he was facing the God of Theater, right?

Otherwise, why would he behave this way?

“What nonsense about the God of Theater!”

Celestial Prison Lord roared, “Today, I will let you see how heavy the price is for provoking me!”

“And you! Indigenous person!”

“Dare to offend the might of my Magic Clan, and you shall surely die today!”

The Ancestor of the Snow Spirit Clan’s message was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

What did this mean?

Was this old ghost from the Snow Spirit Clan reminding him that his opponent was strong?

In other words, did this old thing think he wasn’t a match?

What was wrong with the God of Theater?

A mere indigenous person, did he, the great Celestial Prison Lord of the Realm of Magic, really fear this one indigene?

At that same moment, the swirling magical flames behind Celestial Prison Lord merged with the Divine Sword.

The power of the Divine Sword that could freeze space and the burning strength of the magical flames combined, forming a strange balance.

Under this balance, the levels of power multiplied, erupting into an even greater offensive.

“Indigenous!”

“Watch closely!”

“This is the divine power of the teachings you will never be able to reach in your lifetime!”

Celestial Prison Lord stepped forward, as a blood-red patterned lotus began to blossom beneath his feet.

Though he was proud, the combat education he received from a young age taught him that since he decided to act, he should directly eliminate the opponent!

Don’t give the opponent a chance to escape!

After all, they were Emperor Level beings. Even if they were indigenous and weak, if they managed to flee, they would still pose a certain danger to the clan.

He didn’t care, but the young generation in his clan, who had not yet grown up, would care very much.

Therefore, at the moment the Killing Blow was unleashed, he gathered his mighty powers again to crush the opponent!

That so-called indigenous God of Theater would not escape!

“Finally, I can stretch my muscles and bones.”

The God of Theater looked at the attacks slashing down from the sky and smiled.

It had been a long time since he faced an Emperor Level being.

He somewhat missed it!