Breakthrough

"You—"

Standing where he was, the Purple-haired Man stared at Arthur, who had suddenly appeared before him, and froze.

Although he had fallen many years ago and was now sustained by only a final trace of his mark and origin, he had once been a Saint. How could anyone get behind him without his noticing?

There was only one explanation for such a thing.

Arthur's strength was at least on par with his own at his peak, if not greater. Otherwise, he could never have pulled this off.

A Saint of at least the Seventh Tier.

The Purple-haired Man couldn't help feeling stunned.

He wasn't Mother of Emerald and had no close blood tie to Arthur, so he knew nothing about Arthur's recent life.

His impression of Arthur was still fixed on the young man from tens of thousands of years ago, when he had only just advanced to Fourth Order Wizard.

Tens of thousands of years had passed in the blink of an eye. Had that weak wizard now reached the level of a Saint?

The Purple-haired Man was dazed, still carrying a trace of shock.

Advancing to Saint was no easy feat.

Since the ancient war, countless ages had passed in the Wizard World, yet not a single new Seventh Tier Saint had emerged. That showed just how difficult it was.

If Arthur had truly reached the level of a Saint, then he must be the first wizard in the Wizard World to do so in all those countless years, right?

He wasn't quite right, though he wasn't far off.

In a sense, as the World Star born in this era of the Wizard World, Arthur truly was the first Saint to advance in the Wizard World since the ancient war.

Standing there, the Purple-haired Man gazed at