Chapter 484: With a Wave of the Hand

Feeling the powerful presence behind him, Rod’s face showed a hint of anger. How could someone unleash a forbidden spell here without realizing what that meant? If such a forbidden spell were fully activated, it might turn one-third of Autumn Water City into ruins in an instant. Didn’t they know where this place was, what it represented, or how many innocent lives it would destroy?

With a cold snort, Rod turned to look and saw the giant dragon charging at him. His expression grew serious.

As the dragon attacked, Elena’s face showed a hint of regret. She knew she had gone too far. She had originally intended to use a minor spell to provoke Rod, but instead, she was provoked first, leading her to cast such a spell. Now that the spell had been formed and was heading toward Rod, regret appeared on her face.

She was anxious—she was well aware of the spell’s power. With the help of her magical artifacts, its strength had increased by three times. Even the Pope wouldn’t dare to confront it head-on. Could anyone else?

“Be careful!” Seeing the dragon about to swallow Rod, Elena shouted loudly, disregarding her pride.

The two holy knights beside her also looked anxious, unleashing all their combat energy to shield Elena behind them, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

This time, they had really gone too far. The power of this spell, once unleashed, was unimaginable.

Looking at Rod, the two could only place their hopes on him. If even he couldn’t withstand it, then the entire palace would be doomed.

At the same time, inside the palace, the Wolf King, Andrews, and others rushed toward this area at incredible speeds.

“Break!” Just then, as everyone was on the verge of losing their minds, a cold voice rang out. Immediately afterward, a purple-golden light flashed, and Elena’s created light dragon spell was split in two in an instant, its power diminishing. Rod’s icy gaze appeared before everyone’s eyes.

“I don’t want to see this happen again!” he said coldly. With a casual wave of his right hand, the light dragon turned into specks of light and vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.

The atmosphere returned to calm, with only Elena and the two holy knights remaining in their places, staring at Rod in shock. How was this possible? That was a light-based forbidden spell cast with full power by a god-tier mage—a blessed forbidden spell, reputed to be the most powerful offensive spell on the continent, one even the Pope would avoid at all costs. But now? With just Rod’s simple movements, it was completely destroyed, leaving no trace at all. How could this be? The three of them stared at Rod in disbelief. His movements were so effortless, so casual—how could he make such a spell vanish without even emitting any trace of energy? Their expressions grew increasingly serious as they watched Rod. From those seemingly ordinary actions, they saw too much, feeling utterly shocked. Rod truly lived up to his reputation—he had that strength. Perhaps Elena felt the most conflicted. Her eyes appeared vacant as she stood there, as if all her strength had been drained, her head drooping weakly. “It’s impossible… How can this be? How can he be so strong?” she murmured, clearly unable to accept this reality. From this move, Elena realized that if Rod wanted to kill her, it would take only a second. She had even dared to challenge him—perhaps in his eyes, that was the biggest joke. The boy who used to be hunted had now grown to such a level! What was going on? Without the earlier frustration, people were indeed complex. When they didn’t want something to happen, it happened, and then they regretted it; once it was stopped, they sighed in disappointment. Elena suffered an unprecedented blow. Before, she had always been a powerful figure—a noble saint, invulnerable, hailed as a genius, the pride of heaven. But now, in front of Rod, that pride seemed dim and insignificant. Watching his figure gradually fade away, tears streamed down uncontrollably, blurring her vision. His last words left Elena frozen in shock, like a thunderbolt. “Elena…” “Elena, are you… are you okay?” The two holy knights beside her noticed her expression and were alarmed to see her crying.

“Go back!” Taking a deep breath and wiping away the tears from her face, Elena said calmly before turning away, to some surprise. No one had ever seen her like this, nor had they ever seen him cry. The two of them stared at each other, not knowing what to say, yet both could understand Elena’s feelings at that moment. Not to mention a proud woman like Elena, even they two had been greatly shaken just now. The dominance shown in that gesture deeply impressed them, and any lingering doubts were completely dispelled. Their gazes at that back were filled with awe and shock. They knew that figure was destined to be a goal they could never surpass in their lives! Seeing Elena walk away, both let out a sigh before quickly following her. Sensing the movement of the three people behind him, Rod wore a bitter smile. Had he gone too far just now? Had his tone been too harsh? Touching his nose, he smiled bitterly again. It seemed not—at least such behavior shouldn’t happen again. A woman like her was too dangerous; she needed to be dealt a proper setback since she always stayed above others. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be good for her in the future! Such great talent might be wasted here if her mental cultivation couldn’t keep up—she could never become strong. A path of cultivation without setbacks wasn’t true cultivation, and a warrior who never faced setbacks couldn’t become a good one, the same applied to mages. In the blink of an eye, the earlier figures arrived in front of Rod—Wolf King and Andrews, among others, clearly drawn by that earlier aura. Seeing them arrive, Rod felt somewhat helpless. “What’s the matter? It’s you again. You clearly aren’t fit to go out!” Sognar guessed roughly as soon as he saw Rod, scowling in dissatisfaction. How could this guy always cause trouble wherever he went? Something always seemed to happen—truly admirable. “What happened just now?” the Wolf King asked, looking at Rod’s bitter smile with confusion. “Nothing much. I just saw some light magic—it was pretty good!” After thinking for a moment, Rod replied vaguely. Seeing this, the others could probably guess something as well. Since Rod didn’t want to talk more, they didn’t press further. “What did the Pope say?” Knowing that Rod had come to see the Pope, the Wolf King asked curiously.

“Let’s talk about it when we get back!” Looking around to ensure no one was eavesdropping, Rod said to the group. The noise from earlier had likely attracted a lot of attention, and people would arrive here soon. Rod didn’t want them to see him.
After returning to his own residence, Rod recounted to the group what had happened after meeting the Pope that day.
“Hmm, this is good news. If the Church is willing to support us, it shouldn’t be a problem. They’re quite strong and can offer great help. Besides, there are many promising talents on the continent. With a little training, they can become a powerful force!” After thinking for a while, the Wolf King said to the group.
“Yeah, this time we still need the help of the continent. Our own strength from the Dark Source isn’t enough. There are indeed many talented people on the continent!” Andrews also expressed his thoughts. Weren’t those people from the continent the ones who led that great war? Six of the ancient eight great families were also human noble families, which shows a lot about things.
These people had been on the continent for some time, not just enjoying themselves, but also observing and learning, discovering that the continent wasn’t as simple as they had thought.
“We should discuss this thoroughly with them later. The meeting is about to start, and everyone is here now. How prepared are we?” Thinking about these issues, Rod felt a headache coming on.
There were so many matters, big and small, that it was truly overwhelming.
“Everything is almost ready. As long as that guy is here, he can’t escape. We can’t give him another chance to run away!” Taking a deep breath, Andrews said in a serious tone.
Half a year had passed since the Demon Soul escaped. By now, if the Demon General had found a host, he must have regained much of his strength—probably reaching the later stage of Yang Xuan martial artist. If he continued to recover, no one would be able to subdue him.
“Hmm, we must succeed this time!” Nodding, Rod also spoke seriously.
After making final arrangements and adjustments regarding this matter, another day passed. As night fell, Autumn Water City became lively. The night view was always the most eye-catching.
That day, Sognar and the others, unusually, didn’t go out to play. They stayed in their rooms, adjusting their states to prepare for anything that might happen tomorrow. Perhaps, the toughest battle awaited them tomorrow—no one knew how powerful that Demon General really was.