Return to China

On the observatory, Yi Zhisha, who had been watching the battle for a long time, looked down at the scene with a cold gaze, her whole being like a soulless ghost, devoid of any vitality.

Because she saw that all the believers were not kneeling in her direction, but were looking at the girl and bowing to her, this scene further signified that her entire plan had failed; she had not eliminated all the Saintess, and had not even obtained the Parthenon Divine Soul.

The Parthenon Divine Soul has recognized that girl, Yi Zhisha Parthenon Divine Soul doesn't have many more decades left! After all, human life has its limits...

A place dozens of miles away from the Parthenon Sacred Mountain.

"Madam, are you alright?" Durank's attendant asked, looking at the severely injured Salang.

"If it weren't for those Golden Radiance Knight blocking my way, that kid might have already taken my life..." Salang said weakly, clutching his chest.

"Perhaps even his former master wouldn't be able to subdue that kid," the attendant remarked with some emotion, having witnessed Tang Miao's strength.

"What are your plans? If not, come with me." Salang seemed unwilling to continue the discussion and instead asked the guard who had just revived him.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it. You've committed too many killings. He didn't actually want you to do this..."

"Everything I promised him was contingent on him living," Salang interrupted before the servant could finish.

"Why could that girl activate your Bishop Bloodstone? Could she be...?"

Seeing that Salang was unwilling to talk about these things anymore, the servant became too lazy to persuade her to do good and instead asked Xin Xia matter very seriously.

Salang stood up unsteadily. Although she was badly injured, she could still walk without any problems. After all, Parthenon had quite a few healing potions.

Then, looking at the attendant, he said, "Follow her if you wish, but there will come a day when we are on opposite sides, and at that time I will show no mercy."

The attendant, expressionless, continued, "Madam, this is the last time I will call you 'Madam.' After today, if we ever meet again, I will fight with all my might to take your life."

"Whatever you like..." Salang replied before dragging his battered body away.

Although she was indeed in a very sorry state today, not many people knew about it.

Moreover, her outburst at the Parthenon Sacred Mountain today will greatly benefit her future!

After leaving Parthenon, Tang Miao took Bola back to Magic Capital to rest.

Several days later, Old Man Bao called back with news from Parthenon: Yi Zhisha had been acquitted, and Tang Miao had not been framed for any crime. Although his Demon Element were considered evil magic, who would be sent to arrest him?

On the day he broke into the Dark Sanction and left weakened, the Judgment Mage didn't dare to touch him, allowing him to leave the Sacred Mountain openly. Now he's going to cause trouble again; who would dare?

The terrifying power of the demons was witnessed firsthand by the entire Parthenon and most of the Judgment Mage.

In this world, many truths still come down to who has the bigger fist!

Although they could contact the Five Continents Magic Association to deal with Tang Miao, if they really had nothing better to do than spend all their time hunting down and targeting one person, capturing him in one go would be fine, but what kind of trouble would that cause if they couldn't?

Of course, it wasn't that no one could stop Tang Miao. The reason he was able to escape unscathed was naturally due to the great help he received from Old Man Bao.

With Old Man Bao's protection and Yi Zhisha's side choosing to ignore it, the matter was dropped.

However, Tang Miao absolutely cannot use the Demon Element within the city.

Tang Miao expressed his gratitude, but he completely ignored the verbal punishment. Whether he used it or not was entirely up to him.

But in his heart, he still silently vowed to take on the responsibility of ensuring his granddaughter's happiness for the rest of her life, out of gratitude for Old Man Bao's immense kindness.

It's a good thing Old Man Bao didn't know about this, otherwise he might have already returned from Greece!

Inside an apartment in Magic Capital.

"Bola, how are you feeling? Have you recovered to your peak condition?"

Since returning, Tang Miao hasn't rushed to do anything else. Instead, she's been donating blood to Bola every day.

This vampire's power is extremely formidable! Among all the monarchs, he definitely belongs to the level of a peak monarch. Although he may not be comparable to Supreme Monarch like the Hai La, the Dark Serpent, or the Corpse of the Mountain Peak.

But dealing with a few Super Level Mage shouldn't be a problem!

If he isn't given some blood, his strength will remain the same, but he will fall into a long period of slumber.

He didn't like his underlings who only knew how to eat and sleep.

Moreover, the small amount of blood he receives each day is nothing to Tang Miao.

"Thank you for your help, Master." Bola himself hadn't expected that the Demon Blood could restore his spirit!

Although it won't make him live longer, this feeling is truly wonderful!

"No need to thank me. I'm just helping you boost your spirits because you'll need my help in the future."

He was clearly not the kind of person who gave without expecting anything in return; he expected something in return for what he gave, and this applied to everyone except Tang Yue.

There's no way around it, Tang Yue was raised by someone else, it's different...

"If my master needs anything, I will do my utmost to help," Bola said, kneeling again.

"No need to keep kneeling, what era are we living in?" Tang Miao waved his hand and said.

Being worshipped by an ancient monster who has lived for a thousand years felt a bit off... After Bola stood up, Tang Miao said again, "Now that you've recovered, come with me to a place. That will be our permanent home from now on!"

Bola looked at Tang Miao with a puzzled expression, seemingly confused.

"I won a city during the National Prefecture Competition!" Tang Miao said casually.

Upon hearing this, Bola was completely stunned...

You must understand that the difference between a city and a piece of land is enormous!

Even a small city is incredibly valuable. And to acquire a city, what kind of powerful connections do you have?

Tang Miao wasn't surprised by his surprise. He smiled and said, "Compared to the interests I'm fighting for for our country, what I want isn't much at all."

The resources allocated to the First General of the Nationalist Government were absolutely considerable!

The vast land area of Huaxia is undoubtedly the largest in the world, and the places it needs to defend are countless. Due to the scarcity of resources, the Military Mage who die each year is also the highest in the world.

This revenue from resources can not only reduce losses to armies in various regions, but also enhance the overall strength of Huaxia.

Since this resource can enhance the power of a great nation, then giving Tang Miao a small city, especially one haunted by Sea Monster and with a low level of safety, is naturally nothing.

Bola had just woken up and wasn't very clear about the power struggle within the Nationalist government. Moreover, he had no interest in learning about it.

What he knew was that the master before him would one day be the head of a powerful family... oh... in the near future, perhaps even a noble clan—that was enough!