Edited by Aelryinth

The wind howled as the blazing red flames penetrated the silver feathers as the scorching heat finally arrived. Bartholomew already knew the strength of his opponents. It might have taken him by surprise, but he managed to react pretty quickly.

Demon Fangs sprang up and intertwined above Bartholomew, forming a wall to protect him.

The raging flames struck the Demon Fangs. The three Soul-grade Flames were significantly stronger after covering a certain distance. On top of it, the Fire Element naturally oppressed the Plant Element. Mo Fan's fiery dragons were comparable to a Super Spell; the flames soon tore through the Demon Fangs!

The scorching heat swept over Bartholomew, causing him great pain. He could not believe a mere Advanced Mage had the strength of a Super Mage. The flames were actually strong enough to inflict serious injury on him!

Bartholomew's skin blistered. He applied a layer of frost on himself as he forcibly broke free from the storm and the flames. He charged away like a wild beast, but his actions were far from enough to extinguish the flames.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!" Bartholomew yelled furiously. His eyes were bloodshot, his face greatly contorted.

"How simple-minded!" a black figure hiding on the edge of the woods muttered.

Bartholomew was in a pinch. Burns and chills were torturing him at the same time. He had no way of Channeling his Super Spells now, especially with Apas keeping an eye on him.

Apas' strength might be restricted, but as the noblest Medusa, many of her abilities were still deadly against a Super Mage, even when her power was limited. The previous illusion was a perfect example.

As a person became mentally unstable, they became easier to influence with magic. Bartholomew was on the verge of losing his mind from anger, which allowed Apas to take further advantage of him. She had still not used the Curse Element!

The man in the woods noticed Bartholomew in deep trouble. He suddenly showed up in front of Bartholomew.

"Time to go!" the man said.

Bartholomew was not pleased with the outcome. He was about to say something when the man summoned a black wind to surround them.

The wind provided cover for them. When Mo Fan and Mu Ningxue came over to finish Bartholomew off, there was no sign of Bartholomew and the mysterious man.

"They ran away?" Mo Fan scanned his surroundings, confused.

He could sense traces of the Shadow Element, but their opponents were extremely cunning. The traces flew in several different directions, making it difficult for Mo Fan to guess where they actually went.

"They left," Apas said.

"We'll leave it in the others' hands," Mu Ningxue said, looking at the winds that were fading away.

"Mm."

Bartholomew deserved to die, but they did not plan on letting the buyer of the children's hearts go, either!

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The two waited patiently. Brianca was following Bartholomew and the mysterious man. She had purposely let Mu Ningxue and Mo Fan deal with Bartholomew to lure out the bigger fish behind the scenes.

"Young Tyrant Titans' hearts... why are they collecting them?" Mo Fan wanted to know.

"The man that saved Bartholomew might be very strong, but he doesn't want any more trouble," Mu Ningxue said.

"I think I'm very close to the Super Level, but if you and Apas weren't here, I wouldn't stand a chance against that guy," Mo Fan sighed.

Bartholomew was a tough opponent, having three Elements in the Super Level. Mo Fan was already struggling when he had only used the Ice Element. If Mu Ningxue had not been suppressing his Ice Magic with her Innate Talent, Mo Fan would not have been able to hurt Bartholomew, even after expending all his energy.

On top of that, Bartholomew's Plant Element and Light Element were extremely powerful. Mo Fan was still traumatized by the Demon Judgment Sword; he could still feel the burns all over himself. He had some serious injuries!

Luckily, the little beauty that he had captured recently was as strong as a tiger! The illusion that she had placed Bartholomew under at the perfect time had given Mo Fan and Mu Ningxue the upper hand. Otherwise, Brianca would have had to intervene to save their lives, making it more difficult to track down their target.

"Mm, I have been too busy with other things at Fanxue Mountain. It's time for me to attempt my breakthrough, too," Mu Ningxue nodded.

She would hardly have any influence before reaching the Super Level. In the past, when they were weaker, they had no choice but to report incidents that involved Super Mages to the Magic Association, and wait for the Magic Association or the Enforcement Union to make their move. However, their enemies would be long gone by the time the Magic Association and the Enforcement Union finally received the instructions from their superiors.

They had to be strong enough to take matters into their own hands, especially when an international crime organization like the Guild of the Wicked was involved. They could not afford to lower their guard!

"If you don't treat your injuries any sooner, your muscles and blood will be destroyed by the Light. It doesn't matter if you die, but make sure you forfeit the Contract first," Apas said with a displeased expression when she saw Mo Fan still chatting with Mu Ningxue.

"Oh, it's troublesome not having a Healer around. I guess I'll have to visit the Parthenon Temple," Mo Fan said.

Mo Fan had only been fighting either Super Mages or Ruler-level creatures recently. He had been injured a lot of times, mainly because he had yet to achieve the Super Level. If he could break through to the Super Level, he could easily beat the crap out of other Super Mages.

More importantly, after reaching the Super Level, he would Awaken his seventh and eighth Elements!

Having eight Elements basically turned him into a one-man-army. The thought alone was making his heart pound heavily... if all eight of his Elements reached the Super Level, he would be unbeatable!

"Can you stop daydreaming and go treat your wounds?" Apas demanded coldly.

Mo Fan was startled, and looked at Apas' beautiful face. "Stop reading my mind, that's very impolite!" Mo Fan said.

"No one can really read another person's mind, even the greatest Psychic Mage, unless the person is showing it through their emotions and reactions..."

Mo Fan had no idea how to respond to that.

"I'll give you a ride. Brianca will contact us again if she finds something," Mu Ningxue grinned when she saw the two arguing.

Mu Ningxue summoned her Wind Wings. She lifted Mo Fan into the sky, riding a white wind...

Mo Fan took hold of the opportunity to tug Mu Ningxue closer and sink his nose into her neck, indulging in her body fragrance while his hands were sneaking up to her inviolable parts.

"Behave yourself!" Mu Ningxue glared at Mo Fan.

She was blushing from Mo Fan's touch. How was he still having lewd thoughts while he was covered in bruises and bleeding wounds? Was touching her going to make him feel less pain?

"Xuexue, where was the black dress you were wearing the other day? You should wear it again. I rarely see you like that, you're like a perfect elegant black swan!" Mo Fan replied. He seemed to have forgotten about the intense battle and his injuries, and the fear the Demon Judgment Sword had brought him.

Mu Ningxue was utterly impressed by how thick-skinned Mo Fan was. She replied, "Someone worse must be pulling the strings. Why don't you think about how we are going to get through this?"

Bartholomew was already a tough opponent, yet he seemed to be taking orders from someone else. Mu Ningxue would not dare take the risk if she did not have the Ice Crystal Bow, but she still did not have full control over its power.

"We'll take it one step at a time. It's no use thinking too much about it." Mo Fan was not too bothered by it. If he had to worry about everything, he would never be able to enjoy life!

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They arrived at the Parthenon Temple soon. The Parthenon Temple did not allow Mages to fly around within its territory; its powerful magic formation would burn any intruder to ashes.

They landed at the foot of the mountain. A group of Mages happened to arrive at the same time. The five people were staring at Mo Fan and Mu Ningxue with strong hostility.

"Humph, you're pretty bold to come and turn yourself in," the person leading the group said.

"What do you mean by turning myself in?" Mo Fan was confused.

"Did you use magic on Mount Lanmu?" the Mage asked.

"We did, but even if the place forbids the use of magic, it's the Magic Association's concern. Since when are the Mages of Faith of the Parthenon Temple in charge now? Who are you?" Mo Fan said.

"I am the priest of the Hall of Faith's Thousand Prayers Altar. You've admitted using magic on Mount Lanmu, which also means you've admitted to the murder of the young man Barbaro and stealing the Verdon Dusk!" the priest Bude declared.

"Are you retarded or what? How did you even come up with the conclusion? We were fighting a bad guy, so it's very likely that he's responsible for the things you mentioned! Why are you accusing us instead? Step aside, I still need to go to the Mountain of the Goddess to treat my wounds!" Mo Fan swore at him.

"How dare you insult me, a priest of the Thousand Prayers Altar! Did you just say you're going to the Mountain of the Goddess? The Mountain of the Goddess is a sacred place of the Parthenon Temple. It's not a place where someone who disregards human life like you can visit! Take him down!" Bude ordered.

Mo Fan was enraged. Where did this unreasonable prick come from? How did he become a priest of the Thousand Prayers Altar!?