The Final Divine Dragon

The nineteen planets were like nineteen colossal starships, sailing freely through space as they quickly surrounded Saitama.

Four Smiling Face People stood upright in space, their bodies covered in various magical treasures, though those were merely icing on the cake.

Their true strength lay in their limitless magical power and ultra-fast spellcasting output.

Each Smiling Face Person was, in effect, a spell machine gun.

"Kill him!"

At the command of the Sabi people, the four Smiling Face People teleported to four different positions and began their coordinated assault.

The first Smiling Face Person cast from the front. It was a restraining technique. A golden cage of light rapidly formed around Saitama, locking him tightly in place. Purple ropes coiled around him to bind his limbs, while a green ring of light appeared beneath his feet, making him seem glued to space.

The second Smiling Face Person cast from above, inscribing runes upon Saitama's body from afar. Every rune seemed to weigh a thousand tons. They densely covered Saitama's body; an ordinary person would probably have been crushed into paste beneath them. Each rune had a different effect and was directly imposed upon Saitama's body, impossible to evade.

The third Smiling Face Person cast from behind. His hands became dazzling afterimages as torrents of multicolored spells poured forth like a rapid-fire barrage. Their power was highly concentrated, continuously bombarding Saitama. By himself, he displayed the spectacular scene of tens of thousands of Golden Immortals casting spells at once.

The fourth Smiling Face Person cast from the right. He made few movements, yet more than a dozen ripples spread through the void beside him, as though space had become liquid. Immortal swords flew from those ripples, trembling with thin, almost imperceptible sword energy as they darted across the battlefield at speeds the