The Parthenon Temple's plane took off smoothly, heading swiftly toward Greece.
Just as it was about to fly out of Chinese territory, a massive black whirlwind abruptly struck. Billows of ghostly mist churned like rolling thunderclouds, carrying the aura of a ghost king's arrival.
Lu Jun felt the flight speed of the Qiantian Ghostfiend and nodded in satisfaction. Alright, he had his flying sword, and now he had the classic Black Wind Art too.
Looks like the style of his magic was completely off wasn't this basically cosplaying a Shushan cultivator?
The dark whirlwind instantly shrouded the sun-emblazoned aircraft, rendering the cockpit's visibility useless. The panicked crew had no choice but to make an emergency descent.
Only when the plane hovered in mid-air did Lu Jun disperse the ghostly fog, forcing the Parthenon aircraft to turn back and land again at Hangzhou Airport.
Inside the passenger cabin, Mentor Glocken's face was dark as ink. Just who was bold enough to intercept the Parthenon Temple's plane?
He turned to a younger subordinate and ordered, "Dikaios, go drive the intruder away."
In mid-air, before Lu Jun even landed, a green figure shot out of the aircraft. Behind him spread three pairs of pure white, agile wings of wind.
The newcomer had the typical Western facial features: deep eye sockets, a hooked nose, and light blue eyes that gazed at the two of them with contempt.
"So it's just two Eastern monkeys," he sneered.
At those words, Lu Jun's face turned frosty. He'd never held out hope for these Westerners, and now upon meeting, they were exactly as arrogant as expected—looking down on other countries to their core.
It had to be known that among the Western powers, the Parthenon Temple was already considered part of the moderate and friendly camp. After the Goddess's fall and the loss of the resurrected divine soul, they were basically appeasers.
Even so, their staff's conduct remained overbearing and high-handed. From this, one could imagine what the Holy City was like.
Their spines needed to be snapped—both the Holy City and the Parthenon Temple. Only after being restructured and reformed could they be reshaped. In the future, the Parthenon might barely manage to transition in a relatively peaceful way if the chosen one, Ye Xinxia, was lucky enough to emerge.
But caught in the middle of this clash, Xinxia herself wouldn't be having an easy time.
Mo Fan immediately flew into a rage and cursed loudly, "You Western savages, let the kidnapped girl on that plane go! I'm her brother. Without my consent, what right do you have to take her?"
Their conversation was conducted in the international language. That was one benefit of the magic world—in the joint efforts of the five continental magic associations, the languages of all moderately developed regions had already been mostly unified.
"You're her brother?" Dikaios was briefly surprised, then firmly rejected, "Sorry. Our lessons begin tomorrow. Since she's been selected by us, she must follow our arrangements."
"You f***ing dumbass! What kind of logic is that?" Mo Fan shouted furiously.
Dikaios instantly turned cold. "If you continue to speak disrespectfully of the Parthenon Temple, I'll be authorized to act against you."
At this moment, Mentor Glocken's impatient voice rang out from the aircraft cabin: "Stop wasting words with them. Drive them all away."
At those words, Lu Jun sneered. Behind him loomed a black ghost god, its spiritual intent surging forth, forming overwhelming murderous pressure.
He shouted, "I dare any of you to try! This is Chinese territory. Even if we kill you on the spot, the international community won't have a word to say."
Dikaios was visibly shaken. In the past, once the Parthenon name was mentioned, everyone would back off on their own. No one had ever dared to actually make a move.
Qiantian Ghostfiend exhaled lightly, and the fifteen-meter-tall ghostly titan spewed out a massive wave of bluish-black fiend wind. Everything it swept past melted like gold and stone.
Seeing this, Dikaios didn't dare be careless. He quickly thrust his palms forward, summoning powerful airstreams from all directions!
The airflow was visibly colored—a kind of golden-brown hue never seen before—clashing violently with the oncoming bluish-black evil wind.
Boom boom boom!
The air exploded outward like crashing waves, layer upon layer sweeping across the sky. Thunderous roars followed as golden-brown and bluish-black blasts erupted one after another.
Divine and sinister auras interwove.
Lu Jun raised an eyebrow. Based on his knowledge of the original story, he knew this guy's strength—he was a top-level Advanced Mage with dual-element Soul Seeds in Earth and Wind.
Meanwhile, Mo Fan seized the opportunity during their mid-air battle and charged straight to the aircraft.
Boom boom boom!
Without hesitation, he activated his stars, and with one punch, the purple Flare Tyrant Nine-Dragon Skyfire exploded upward, incinerating the plane's wings and turbines.
"Everyone inside, get the hell out! Otherwise, I'll blow up this entire plane. Snatching a girl in broad daylight—what, do you think this place belongs to you?"
Mo Fan issued his final warning.
Moments later, the cabin door slowly opened. At the entrance stood a blond middle-aged man with golden eyes, cold and imposing as he stared at Mo Fan.
Glocken's voice was ice-cold: "Are you trying to challenge the dignity of the Parthenon Temple?"
Mo Fan snapped back, "Are you a dumbass or what!"
At those words, veins bulged on Glocken's forehead as he coldly snorted, "Insulting a cleric of the Temple we have the right to enact punishment anywhere!"
Suddenly, a massive Ghost Vine burst out from beneath Mo Fan's feet and lashed him to the ground.
Immediately after, countless ghostly-faced vines surged forward from all directions, enveloping Mo Fan, forcing him into a frantic defense.
Plant Element Advanced Spell — [Ghostwood Grasp]!
In the sky, Lu Jun glanced down and shook his head. The cleric he faced had considerable strength, but was clearly inferior to the Super Mage below. Even if he was only single-element Super Level, Mo Fan wasn't capable of handling him.
Lu Jun had to end this quickly. With a thought, while the Black Robed Ghost God entangled the enemy, he opened the Netherworld Passage. A tall, voluptuous female ghost in white burst forth.
The Earthborne Ghost Fiend had just appeared when her alluring fox-like eyes gleamed with a grayish-white light — [Medusa's Gaze] was activated.
A vast swath of grayish-white radiance spread across the void, instantly surrounding Dikaios at the center of the pupil, layering petrification over him. In addition to physical petrification, it came with an intense spiritual curse.
"Get lost!"
Dikaios roared, as a glow from the Psychic Element flashed on his forehead, along with the rise of various Concentration Magic Tools.
Moreover, the cleric's pupils gleamed with a similar ability reddish-brown in hue with what seemed to be an ancient eternal Rock Demon lurking in their depths.
Clearly,Dikaios had mastered a very different kind of Earth Element Soul Seed, one filled with a chilling and sinister aura.
"So what if it's the Rock Demon's Gaze? I can do it too!"
He cast a High-tier Level 3 Earth Spell — [Veil of the Firmament]. Thousands of reddish-brown threads of gauze enveloped him, forming a curtain that clashed with the incoming grayish-white radiance.
RUMBLE!
The petrification forces of both sides collided mid-air. Even two Tornadoes from the Wind Element collided head-on, and the waves of their battle soared to the heavens.
Seeing this, Lu Jun grew thoughtful. The Parthenon Temple's dominance in the world clearly had its reasons. Their specialty in the Psychic Element gave them significant resistance to Curse and Psychic Mages. His advantage wasn't as overwhelming anymore.
Moreover,Dikaios's spiritual realm wasn't low either hovering right at the threshold of the Fourth Realm. With a single thought, his Star Constellation formed, and his casting speed was extremely fast.
Little did he know,Dikaios on the other side was inwardly terrified. Despite simultaneously unleashing his three-element High-tier spells at their peak, he was only barely able to hold off the two Gost Fiends.
Lu Jun floated mid-air with his hands behind his back, exuding an unfathomable aura.
Dikaios had now seen a mere glimpse of his true strength—Fifth Realm spiritual power, top-grade cursed substance, dual domains—all of which allowed his two Ghost Fiends to individually reach Commander-level combat power.
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