novelno Chapter 1264 The Fate of the Void Tree
Chapter 1264 The Fate of the Void Tree
Will's appearance plunged the entire arena into silence once again. If Hill's appearance was a pleasant surprise, then Will was only filled with shock.
A portion of the crimson sword light still lingered in the air as it cleaved vertically from directly above Serphia's seat, splitting the exquisitely carved wooden chair in two.
The chair back tilted to the sides, the seat cushion was torn, and the filling flew out from the tear and scattered all over the floor.
The wooden handrails were chopped into pieces, the metal supports were twisted and deformed, and the entire stands were reduced to ruins in an instant.
The aftershocks of the sword strike continued to spread outwards, and visible shockwaves rippled outwards from the point of impact, overturning tables and chairs, shattering wine glasses, and throwing plates wherever they passed.
The spellcasters sitting near Serphia were pushed back several steps by the shockwave.
Some people bumped into the chairs behind them, some fell to the ground, and some bumped into the person next to them while backing up, and the two rolled on the ground together.
Those races in the stands who were a little further away from Will all looked towards the Arcane Eternal Star with expectant eyes.
In this void, who hasn't been overwhelmed by the Arcane Eternal Star? Who hasn't bowed their head under the condescending gaze of Serphia? Now, finally someone has stood up to teach them a lesson.
Moreover, it was Will who stepped forward, a madman in the Void who was on par with the Blade Demon. It's not surprising that such a person would do anything, and no one could say anything, no one dared to say anything.
On the demon race's stands, the elders leaned forward slightly, their gazes fixed on Will.
Their facial expressions were subtle; the corners of their mouths were slightly upturned but not smiling, and their brows were slightly furrowed but not worried, like someone watching a good show but not wanting others to know that they were watching.
The relationship between the demon race and the Arcane Eternal has never been good, after all, the demon race was too close to the Spellbreakers at the time, so the Arcane Eternal has been targeting them throughout this era.
On the other side, the elder of the Feather Clan also put down his wine cup.
There is no deep-seated hatred between the Feathered Race and the Arcane Eternal Star, but the Feathered Race and Serphilia are a different story.
In order to replenish her arcane faction, Serphilia has been ruthlessly scheming against people from smaller and medium-sized forces to seize resources. Although the Feathered Clan is a large race, they have also been targeted by her schemes.
However, due to considerations of face and position, they have never been able to openly break ties.
Now that Will has made his move, she is naturally very happy for Serphia to suffer a great deal.
As for the smaller races, their reactions were even more direct.
Some people stood up and craned their necks to look at the stands of Arcane Eternal Star, some whispered among themselves, and some even took out recording crystals to start recording.
These people's faces showed no concealment or restraint, just pure excitement.
They've been oppressed by the Arcane Eternal for far too long, and today they finally see someone standing up for them.
Looking at Will's nonchalant face, King Linfeng felt his temples throbbing.
He holds a very high position on Arcane Eternal Star, is one of the core figures of the Elemental faction, and is considered a prominent figure in this void.
Who would dare to be so presumptuous in front of Arcane Eternal Star under normal circumstances?
No.
there has never been.
But Will dared, and after he finished, he stood there, head tilted, a smile on his lips, with an attitude of "I did it, what can you do to me?"
King Linfeng took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation that welled up from the bottom of his heart.
He wasn't afraid of Will; given his strength, it was uncertain who would win if they really fought.
But he didn't want to fight because Will was a madman, and madmen are unpredictable, and unpredictable things are the most troublesome.
You never know what he'll do next. He might suddenly sheathe his sword and leave, or suddenly burst into a murder, or suddenly start chatting with you and say that the weather is nice today.
More importantly, King Linfeng didn't want to take this risk for Serphia.
He and Serphia had no personal relationship; in fact, they were practically enemies.
They are simply both members of the Arcane Eternal Star, nothing more.
If it were any other faction on Arcane Eternal Star that was provoked today, King Windwind might consider taking action, but Serphilia's arcane faction—no, he wouldn't.
King Linfeng stepped aside, clearing the way.
No one thought he had done anything wrong, because Will's madness was notorious throughout the Void. Will was a psychopath; he might be laughing and joking with you one second and then stab you to death with a sword the next.
In this void, nothing Weir could do would be surprising, so the others had every reason not to intervene.
This is similar to the difference between a thug breaking into a bank and a mentally ill person breaking into a bank. If it's a thug, others will naturally step in to help because the thug's behavior is predictable. He wants money, not his life, and he will leave once his demands are met.
But mentally ill people are different. Who knows what this guy might do? If we take action, Will might hold a grudge against us.
What will you do if he gets out and spends every day squatting at your doorstep?
You can't stay home forever, right? So there's no need to take on such a big responsibility.
In the stands of Arcane Eternal Star, the spellcasters looked at each other and then left Sephiria's area without prior arrangement.
These people knew perfectly well that Will was looking for Serphia, not them.
Besides, which faction in the entire Void hasn't been done this way by Ver?
The demon race has been defeated, the winged race has been defeated, the star race has been defeated, the witch realm has been defeated, and even those ancient, reclusive families have had their doors blocked by Vell.
So what if Arcane Eternal Star got wrecked by Ver once? It's not the first time, and it won't be the last.
Everyone has been defeated before, so Arcane Eternal Star doesn't need to be afraid of losing face. After all, everyone has lost face, and no one is more noble than anyone else.
The expressions on the faces of the racial representatives in the stands, who were watching the spectacle, became increasingly interesting.
Just then, a figure fell from somewhere above the arena.
The figure resembled a fledgling bird thrown from its nest, tumbling several times in mid-air before barely managing to regain its balance.
Serphia.
She landed on the ground, kneeling on one knee, supporting herself with one hand.
Her face was pale, and her lips were completely bloodless.
A fist-sized hole appeared in the dark robe, located slightly to the left of the abdomen, with charred edges, as if it had been burned by something.
Dark red bloodstains were visible on the fabric around the hole, seeping out from the wound and leaving a dark, damp stain on the dark robe.
She was clutching her abdomen with her right hand, and dark red blood was seeping out between her fingers.
The blood dripped from between his fingers onto the ground, splashing into small, dark red flowers on the stone slab.
Her breathing was rapid, and each breath aggravated the wound in her abdomen, causing her brows to furrow involuntarily.
Will's sword strike was just too fast and too swift.
A crimson sword light cleaved down from the void without any warning or prelude, like a rift cutting directly into reality from another dimension.
Serphia's perception was among the best in the void. She sensed the danger the moment Will made his move and reacted instinctively.
But Will's sword was too fast, and her reaction was ultimately a beat too slow.
The sword light grazed her body and pierced through her abdomen, leaving a fist-sized wound on her left side.
There was no large amount of blood gushing out of the wound because the high temperature of the sword energy burned and sealed the flesh at the edge of the wound the moment it penetrated, but this did not mean that the injury was not serious.
If she hadn't been leaning back slightly when she was looking down on the rat, that sword energy might have pierced right through her skull.
She felt a chill on the back of her head for a moment; it was the airflow generated by the sword energy as it grazed her head, less than three centimeters away.
If she had moved just a little bit further forward, the sword energy would have pierced her head instead of her abdomen.
Although at Serphia's level, many fatal wounds are no longer fatal.
Her body has been tempered over countless years, making her incredibly resilient and possessing an absurdly strong ability to recover.
As long as she isn't completely erased from existence on the spot, she can recover in a short time.
But head injuries are also a very troublesome thing.
It's not fatal, it's troublesome.
Brain injuries can affect perception, judgment, and the accuracy and speed of spellcasting.
If she were to be injured in the head at this moment, those who were eyeing her location and those who were secretly coveting the Arcane faction's resources would seize the opportunity to pounce on her.
Serphia took a deep breath, clearing those chaotic thoughts from her mind.
She closed her eyes, and the immense life energy within her began to converge on the wound in her abdomen. The entire process lasted a few seconds, and when Serphia opened her eyes again, the wound in her abdomen had mostly healed, leaving only a faint scar, like a faded flower on her fair skin.
She stood up and raised her hand to tuck her stray hair behind her ear.
Countless rays of light condensed, swirled, and compressed in the air as Serphia manipulated the power of the elements.
She can't let this go. If she tolerates it today, more people will follow suit tomorrow.
Just as the elemental power around Serphia began to gather, an indescribable pressure instantly descended upon the entire arena.
The pressure came without warning, like an invisible mountain crashing down from the void, pressing down on everyone's shoulders.
It's not targeting any one person, but everyone in the arena.
Serphia's body stiffened.
The elemental light on her fingertips was suppressed and extinguished by most of it in that instant, turning into tiny specks of light that dissipated into the air.
The Void Tree has made its move.
The Tournament of the Strongest is a competition led by the Void Tree. From the formulation of the competition system to the implementation of the rules and the determination of the results, the Void Tree is fully responsible for everything.
The major powers in the void are only qualified to participate, not to interfere, much less to cause destruction.
Fighting is allowed freely in the arena; it's permitted by the rules and part of the competition.
But if you dare to do that outside the arena, don't blame the Void Tree for being ruthless.
Will's actions have violated the rules. Now the Void Tree has locked down the entire arena, and any behavior outside the rules will be detected and suppressed immediately.
Countless golden rays of light surged forth from the barrier above the arena, coalescing into thick chains that flew toward Will from all directions.
These are no ordinary chains; they are the manifestation of the power of the Void Tree's rules. No being bound by them can break free unless the Void Tree itself unlocks them.
Will stood there, watching the golden chains fly toward him, letting them wrap around his body.
The chains begin to wrap around the ankles and then upwards, circle after circle, from the ankles to the calves, and from the thighs to the waist and abdomen.
The chains were tightly bound, digging into Will's skin and leaving deep marks on his dark robes.
In just a few seconds, Will turned into a spherical object wrapped in chains.
The chains were wrapped around his body in layers, encasing him like a golden cocoon.
Will only showed his face, but that face still wore a cynical smile.
Even when the Void Tree intervened, Will seemed unconcerned.
His head could still move, and although the chain around his neck was very tight, it did not restrict the range of his head movement.
He tilted his head, looking in Serphia's direction, a cold glint flashing in his narrowed eyes.
"You bitch, just you wait." His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet arena.
"When I get out, I'll make you pay."
He said this in a very calm tone, as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.
But what lay hidden beneath that calm sent a chill down everyone's spine.
Will isn't the type to bluff; if he says he'll make you pay, he really means it.
No matter how long it takes, no matter what the cost, no matter how many people he has to kill, that's just the kind of person he is.
Serphia looked at Will, her face ashen.
She has lived for so many years, commanding the winds and rains in this void, and no one has ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of her.
Today, Will nearly killed her with a single sword strike in front of 300,000 people, and now she's locked up like that, and he's still threatening her.
She wished she could rush up right now and use her elemental power to grind Will into dust.
But she couldn't, because the rules of the Void Tree hung over her head, and if she dared to make a move, those golden chains would immediately wrap around her body.
The golden chains wrapped tightly around Will's body until they began to contract inwards.
The power of the Void Tree gathered above the arena, and a massive spatial rift tore open from the void.
The crack was deep black, with golden light flowing around its edges. Deep within the crack was nothingness, and nothing could be seen.
That is the bottom of the abyss, one of the most dangerous places in the void. Exiles thrown in there have to pay a huge price to get out.
The golden chains dragged Will towards the spatial rift.
Will's body tumbled in mid-air, the chains leaving a long golden trail behind him.
His laughter came from the spatial rift and echoed in the arena.
“Sephiria, you wait. When I come out, I will uproot your arcane faction. Leave no one alive.”
The laughter dissipated into the spatial rift, which slowly closed, the golden light gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared completely.
Calm returned to the arena, as if nothing had happened.
But everyone knew that Will wasn't joking; he was absolutely capable of doing it.
The stands were quiet for a moment, then erupted into an even louder uproar than before.
Just then, the voice of the Rat suddenly rang out.
"Sephiria, you filthy bitch, do you like the gift I gave you?"
The Rat stood in the aisle, its narrowed eyes fixed on Serphia.
His mouth stretched into a wide grin, revealing a few yellowed teeth, and his smile was even brighter than before.
That smile held pride, joy, and an indescribable satisfaction.
Like someone who has waited a long time finally getting their chance to act, like someone who has been holding back for a long time finally speaking out what has been on their mind.
The Rat clutched a fragment of the box in his hand; it was the box he had just used to hold the gift.
Verna's sword not only cleaved Serphia's seat but also shattered the box.
After saying this, Rat put the fragments into his pocket, dusted off his clothes, and then turned around and walked towards the arena exit.
He wasn't worried at all about Serphia taking action, because he knew Serphia wouldn't dare.
Will's example is right there in front of us; if anyone dares to make a move at this time, Will's fate today will be their tomorrow.
As Serphia watched the retreating figure of the Rat, a crack appeared on her well-maintained face for the first time.
Her lips were trembling, not from fear, but from anger at the violent rat.
Her fingers were clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging deep into her palms, and blood seeped from between her fingers, dripping onto her dark robe and leaving a small, dark, wet stain on the fabric.
Serphia's eyes burned with an almost tangible rage, like magma boiling beneath a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.
She desperately wanted to grind the rat into powder, to teach this arrogant fool a lesson for offending her.
But she couldn't. Will was already at the bottom of the abyss, and if she were thrown in too, the Arcane faction would be completely finished.
So she could only watch the back of the raging rat as he swaggered down the aisle, past the stands, past the people who were staring at him with all sorts of eyes.
The rat walked to the edge of the stands and stopped.
He didn't turn around, but simply raised his hand and waved behind him, the gesture as casual as if he were saying goodbye to an old friend.
The racial representatives in the stands who had been watching the spectacle averted their gazes. Looking at Serphia's ashen face, they had only one thought in their minds—she deserved it.
It's not that they're malicious; it's that Serfia has gone too far over the years.
Now things are much better. Will has arrived, and Rat has arrived, giving them a chance to vent their anger.
If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, they would have loved to open a bottle of wine to celebrate. (End of Chapter)