Under Emperors, I Can Crush Anyone

"Old Han, when have I, Tang Miao, ever lied? The one leading their team who came looking for me this time was an old man named An Yan'er. He seemed to be from the North American Magic Association, and there were also..." Tang Miao listed everyone whose name he had heard, including the two priests from the Holy Court of Judgment.

He didn't know these people, but Han Ji, president of the Bell Tower Magic Association, certainly did.

"Then they..." Han Ji was starting to believe him. Tang Miao had fought them, but he still couldn't understand how Tang Miao had escaped.

"One named Dexi got away. I dealt with the rest. As for the two from the Holy Court of Judgment, they had no intention of getting involved. They just sat on the sidelines the whole time," Tang Miao said breezily.

He'd almost forgotten how badly he'd fared at first—getting crushed, then sealed away...

But there was one saying that rang true: history was written by the victors.

If he had died or been sealed away, the Magic Association would surely have listed all his various crimes, put him on trial, and passed its verdict.

But now, he hadn't lost, while they had suffered heavy losses.

Han Ji paused and gazed at Tang Miao, finding it hard to believe...

He knew Tang Miao had always been strong, with his "Demon" as a fallback. But even so, wasn't this strength just too outrageous?

The Magic Associations of four continents and seven Forbidden Curse Mages, along with the priests from the Holy Court of Judgment, hadn't been able to do a thing to him?

In the end, six had died and one was injured...

Yao Ting didn't know much about the Magic Association, but from the look on Han Ji's face,