Versatile Mage: Starting with the White Tiger Pendant-Chapter 237: The Death of Salan!

In the clock tower hall, Elder 'Lingxi' appeared calm and composed, completely unbothered by being suspected.

She calmly suggested, "Is the intel reliable? If we can't determine which of us is the one, should we kill both to be safe?"

At those words, the nearby female Super Mage's expression darkened.

No one wanted to be sacrificed for the greater good.

Han Ji stared deeply at Lingxi and let out a chuckle. "Yes, but there's no need to kill both now. The intel source is confidential, but I already know who Salan is."

"Ye Chang, or should I call you Lingxi instead?"

The moment he said that, everyone's eyes focused on the female elder from the Hunters Alliance, filled with doubt and surprise. freёnovelkiss.com

The other female mage, who had just brushed past death, looked relieved.

'Lingxi' showed no expression. "So, you suspect I'm Salan?"

"That's right!" Han Ji answered firmly. He had received guidance from Lu Jun. Although he didn't know how the information came about, all previous intel had proven accurate, and he chose to trust it wholeheartedly.

Don't doubt those you use; don't use those you doubt!

A true leader, once assigning a task to a subordinate, would fully entrust it. Unless an irreversible error was made, they would never interfere.

Besides, Han Ji had a backup plan. There were only two suspects, both female Super Mages. Kill one, temporarily detain the other.

If Lingxi died and Salan still ran rampant, then they'd deal with the remaining one.

The process of elimination could minimize collateral damage while ensuring the true culprit wasn't overlooked.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The next moment, countless silver patterns spread across the solemn floor of the clock tower hall. A powerful space-sealing array suddenly activated.

The four walls shimmered with an unshakable luster no spell could damage them.

The seven or eight Super Mages present felt an intense spiritual suppression. Their once-vast Star Palace had all collapsed.

Zhu Meng was shocked. He hadn't expected Han Ji to act so decisively.

"Stop hiding, Salan. Someone told me you may be connected to the Dark Plane. You were once the wife of the Parthenon Saint. Death isn't your end."

Han Ji's killing intent surged. "This dimensional space is sealed. Your body and soul will both be annihilated. You cannot escape this fate."

In an instant, he struck an overwhelming frost surged, the entire area plummeting in temperature. The void cracked with snapping sounds, and layers of ghostly blue brilliance spread outward.

'Lingxi' revealed a dramatic expression. She could no longer hide. Her body surged with dark aura, fighting against the freezing force that could freeze space itself.

Now Salan truly panicked. She had many trump cards and even resurrection methods. She didn't fear death.

A faked death could allow her to escape, operate from the shadows again, and regain the initiative. She could wait until everyone relaxed before making her move anew.

She hadn't expected Han Ji to see through everything and make such targeted countermeasures.

Who was it?! Salan screamed with hatred in her heart.

Boom!

As the two clashed, when everyone saw 'Lingxi' using numerous evil and forbidden spells, they finally believed and joined in to help.

But Han Ji remained as formidable as ever—master of four fully developed Super Elements. His Ice Magic was unstoppable.

The fierce battle quickly ended. Salan was undoubtedly defeated.

The floor and walls of the hall bore the scars of combat. At the center, a woman's graceful figure was encased in layers of deep, ghostly-blue frost.

Before her beautiful face was completely frozen, Salan's expression twisted with hatred as she said:

"Salan is just a name. Even if I die, another Salan will appear. As long as dark faith remains, the Black Vatican will never fall."

With that, she fell into eternal slumber, her soul extracted by a powerful Super Necromancer.

Just as her soul surfaced, it exploded with a terrifying dark aura, seemingly trying to open a gate to the Dark Plane and cross dimensions.

But with Han Ji's preparations, the space was sealed shut. Once the explosive phase passed, the Necromancer crushed Salan's soul.

Han Ji gazed at the frozen body and the annihilated soul, muttering, "She should be dead... right?"

Beside him, Hunter King Du Xiao, Zhu Meng, and Fei Jiao all looked relieved. They had previously considered capturing her alive, but now, that thought was gone.

Someone exclaimed in disbelief, "One of the infamous Red Cardinals, ruling the world unchecked... we actually killed one!"

Han Ji felt a bit surreal too. As he snapped back to reality, a subordinate reported from outside the hall: the entire city's Black Vatican members had been captured.

He finally exhaled in relief. "The internal threat has been eliminated. Now we can focus on external enemies. But I have some bad news to share: the Kun Well Water... has long since dried up."

"What?!"

In the inn, Lu Jun was startled. "Salan is dead?

The battle on his end and the confrontation at the clock tower concluded around the same time, and not long after, this good news was delivered to him.

Once the matter of the Ancient Capital's Dark Abyss is settled, this news will likely be announced immediately by the Nine Provinces, causing a global sensation.

The Magic Associations of the Five Continents, the Holy City, and Parthenon Temple will all send congratulatory messages. China's international prestige and influence will rise tremendously.

As for Lu Jun, to protect him, his name likely won't be mentioned. Everything will be sealed away, to be declassified at a more suitable time.

However, the invisible care won't be lacking. In the original story, Mo Fan foolishly buried himself in his work and didn't know how to ask for rewards, which all ended up in the hands of bureaucrats.

This time, Lu Jun planned to secure an Honorary Councilor seat in the Ancient Capital Tribunal. It would come with corresponding authority but no real responsibilities relatively easy and highly prestigious.

"Salan, tsk tsk tsk... the worldline might shift."

Lu Jun shook his head, a complex expression on his face. Ye Chang's true goal was revenge against the powers that had judged Wen Tai back then.

But her death didn't mean the subsequent major events wouldn't occur such as the Parthenon Goddess Election, the South American rebel armies, and other deeper causes.

The Parthenon Temple Matron clearly knows Xin Xia's identity and will definitely stir up this storm again. The tensions in several South American countries will still escalate into war.

This is the trend of the world. Without Salang, there will still be other John Does stepping onto the stage.

Moreover, in this purge, Lu Jun didn't find Salan's nine apostles. Chief Wu Ku and the Black Alchemist, among others, hadn't been confirmed dead.

It's possible that this group will inherit Salan's will and continue their evil deeds. Just as Salan once said: darkness is eternal, the Black Vatican will never vanish.

"Forget it. That's for the future."

Lu Jun wasn't the least bit worried. So what if the plot deviated? Strength is everything.

He even doubted that Salan had truly died. Her husband, Wen Tai, was the King of Darkness after all.

Fortunately, his elder sister Lu Mei had Jiang Feng, Tang Yue had the backing of the Tribunal's Black Serpent, and Ding Yumian stayed at Pearl Academy—no need to fear the coming storm.

At that moment, Asha'ria, who had been held captive, also learned of Salan's death. Her expression turned dazed, as if waking from a dream, her emotions extremely conflicted.

Lu Jun honored his promise and released her.

The dark-stockinged lady rubbed the marks left by the bindings on her body. Her beautiful eyes were full of grievance. She was seething with hatred inside, but she also knew she was no match for Lu Jun now and couldn't act rashly.

Very soon, Asha'ria concealed all her emotions, her smile charming once again, as unreadable as ever.

"Little man, you enjoy tying people up this much? I'll see you at the National Institute Competition!"

Her figure gradually faded, and her melodious voice lingered in the air.

Actually, Asha'ria hadn't been interested in this year's National Institute Competition at all, but after this experience in the Ancient Capital, she changed her mind.

She had to fiercely get back at Lu Jun.

Lu Jun didn't care. He began handling the aftermath, walking over to the corpse of Zu Jiming, his expression unreadable.

A direct descendant of the Ancient King... perhaps the reason Zhan Kong was able to retain some of his consciousness under the corrosion of the Ancient King's remnant soul had something to do with this.

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