Full-Time Magister: Throne of Dimensions

Chapter 152 Shedding Human Skin, Ascending to Demonic Form

Heat emanated from Su Ming as he completed the star trails one by one, followed by the star chart; a seven-star chart represented one constellation.

To complete advanced magic, you need to connect to a constellation.

Although it was within a domain, this domain had only just begun to unfold, and Su Ming's fire was a soul fire, an infinitely growing flame. When he condensed high-level magic, much of the surrounding ice and snow was blown away.

Su Ming was condensing high-level magic; he was doing it openly, not expecting to succeed this time. Han Bing was just standing there looking at him; how could he possibly watch him release high-level magic?

Su Ming remained cautious, ready to escape at any moment.

But Hanbing remained motionless, simply watching him quietly, occasionally chuckling: "High-level magic, huh? Try casting one and see if you can hurt me, but defeating me is a pipe dream. I am invincible!"

Now, no matter who comes, it won't work. I'll show you what a gap is, what true fear is.

The fact that Han Bing wasn't going to stop Su Ming from condensing magic relieved him.

"Is he an idiot?"

"He's probably an idiot."

I think calling him a fool is giving him too much credit.

"This is truly unbelievable! Has this person never seen high-level magic before? This is high-level fire magic, and that young man's fire is soul fire! After the Heavenly Banquet Funeral, a large portion of this domain will be destroyed, and it will have to be rebuilt from scratch. It's absolutely incredible, and I've never seen anything so pure."

"That's right. Although he looks a bit scary now, that's just how he is. Most high-level mages with powerful domains have that, although I don't."

"I feel like I could kill him myself. I really don't know what I'm thinking. Let's see later. If that young man isn't a match for us, we'll take him down. Getting injured is nothing. Those beasts from the Black Vatican deserve to die."

This suggestion was unanimously approved by them, and they all thought it was a good idea.

"Why don't we make a move now? He's not on guard right now, just throw a couple of spells and it'll be done." Someone asked.

This made them look at each other, as if it made sense. If they attacked later, there would be a risk of being injured, but now that they were ambushed, that risk was eliminated.

"You don't understand. If we make a move now, it won't be classy. What we need is the class of a senior." Someone waved their hand and said.

"I see, that confirms something."

"That's right, we definitely need to maintain a high level of sophistication; we can't afford to lose that."

That makes sense. As high-level mages, we naturally need to act with style and sophistication.

"Who are you?" a mage asked, puzzled.

Me? This person stylishly toyed with their hair, parted in the middle, dressed in a flamboyant manner, and had a tall, slender figure.

Her face always radiated confidence.

"My name is Zu Chuanshuo, and I'm just passing by," Zu Chuanshuo said with a smile.

He left the group midway because Jiang Shaotian's communication was cut off. Since he himself was a super-level mage, Xu Sheng didn't need to worry about him.

In addition, his ancestor was said to be a person with the wings of wind, and his speed was extremely fast. Jiang Shaoxu and Mu Ganjin also met up with Jiang Shaotian. After understanding the information, he was originally preparing to return to Xu Sheng's side, but he saw the sound of walking on the way and ran over.

"Nine points? Aren't you a super-level mage?" someone shouted, taking a step back.

Upon hearing this, everyone stepped back, looking at the legend of their ancestor with some apprehension.

The points above your head can't be hidden. No one had noticed them before because they weren't used to it, but someone saw them by chance.

"This?" Zu Chuan chuckled and said, "This is normal. After you defeat one, the score above your head will change. Only those with an initial score of eight or nine are considered Super-Rank Mages. I obtained the scores from other people, and now some people have twenty or thirty points."

"I see."

"I see."

"I knew it would be like this."

Everyone burst into laughter, saying, "How could there possibly be a super-level mage here?"

Although there were a few high-level mages here, most of them were elusive and didn't reveal their presence. How could a high-level mage possibly blend in among them? However, someone still recognized him.

He wasn't looking at the points, but rather at the fact that he knew Zu Chuanshuo as a person; in his understanding...

The ancestor is said to be a super-level mage, but the ancestor himself can say it out loud, so he won't expose it.

It's best to avoid doing things that offend people.

They turned their attention back to Su Ming and Han Bing. The battle was still going on. Su Ming had already conjured a large number of meteor showers, which crashed down, making a mess of the surroundings. There was ice and fire, ice blocks falling and meteor showers, and the ground was riddled with craters.

The ice domain shrank considerably, just as they had expected. A high-level mage with Soulfire could inflict tremendous damage; it was a miracle that the ice domain wasn't breached.

"Hahaha, not bad, not bad at all, that's interesting, but not enough. Is this all you've got?" Han Bing laughed as she walked out.

Several tentacles behind him were broken off and were writhing on the ground. The horns on his head were not broken off, but they were almost broken, with cracks crawling all over them. He was half-dead from being smashed by Tianyan Funeral.

He figured he could probably handle a few more.

This is a bit tricky. Su Ming looked towards the group of high-level mages who were gathered there. Zu Chuan was said to be there. Su Ming saw him and wanted him to come and help.

Zu Chuan's gaze met Su Ming's. He was slightly taken aback, then a smile appeared on his face.

Well, this guy is unreliable; he doesn't want to make a move.

He still had to do it himself, but Su Ming didn't think he could beat Han Bing now.

This wasn't self-pity; he was simply acknowledging a fact: Hanbing could now withstand a Heavenly Banquet Funeral and was still full of energy. If he were to unleash his magic, it would be even more terrifying.

High-level spatial magic has no offensive power. Only fire magic is somewhat useful, but a single high-level fire attack cannot kill ice magic, which is already his most powerful spell.

"It seems unlikely. He can't win. Although most of the domain was dispelled, that person doesn't seem to have suffered any harm."

"The Black Vatican is truly terrifying; they can actually transform people into this. I've really learned something new." Someone exclaimed. The appearance is a bit ugly, but the strength is undeniable. The current Ice can no longer be called human. No human body can withstand the Heavenly Banquet Funeral; this is already a demon.

"The Black Vatican just seems to have a penchant for creating these kinds of things. Isn't this a bit outrageous? A mid-level mage can be modified like this? He's probably close to the level of a Grand Commander, and he can even use magic. Where did the Black Vatican get all this stuff?" His voice trembled slightly. This kind of power, which transcends common sense, is truly astounding that the Black Vatican could create.