Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1295: The Immortals’ Judgment

The three top-tier warriors in the battle zone were all startled and turned toward the source of danger.

The next second, they saw Rafael swing the divine artifact, shredding a Scaldriths into pieces.

His effortless movement unleashed a power that far exceeded his actual strength.

Their attention immediately shifted to the weapon in Rafael’s hand, realizing that its immense power must be directly linked to it.

The Grand Elder’s eyelid twitched when he saw the divine artifact.

He couldn’t discern its rank, but it was undoubtedly more powerful than any weapon he had ever encountered.

At that moment, Duan Yao also took out the divine artifact Amalia had given him.

Like Rafael, most of his spiritual energy was drained in an instant, but his single strike instantly killed another Scaldriths that had failed to retreat in time.

In the blink of an eye, two formidable Scaldriths were dead.

Xel’Anzeth and Xel’Markos didn’t know what kind of weapons these were, but their terrifying power was obvious.

The two of them reacted swiftly, abandoning the Grand Elder and charging straight at Rafael and Duan Yao.

The two men were still in shock, overwhelmed by the incredible power they had just unleashed.

They had never imagined they were capable of such destruction.

"You dare?!" The Grand Elder roared in fury and immediately chased after them, but he was a step too slow.

Just when it seemed like Rafael and Duan Yao were about to be crushed to death by Xel’Anzeth and Xel’Markos, a massive explosion erupted between them.

The blast’s force sent Xel’Anzeth and Xel’Markos stumbling backward dozens of steps.

Amalia hovered in the air, looking down at them like an untouchable deity—cold and emotionless.

Rafael and Duan Yao were stunned, unable to believe that the Immortal had actually arrived in time.

The moment felt like a dream.

Amalia turned to glance at them and casually tossed them each a spirit stone. "Are you alright?"

The two snapped out of their daze and hurriedly shook their heads, replying in unison, "No, we’re fine! You came just in time."

Amalia took one look at their tattered and bloodied appearances—there wasn’t a single unharmed spot on them.

They hardly looked "fine."

Rafael then turned his gaze toward Valen and the others. "I told you—once the Immortal arrived, you were doomed."

Valen’s face filled with fear.

Instinctively, he recalled the terror of Amalia’s threat that night, but he quickly suppressed it.

Lord Xel’Anzeth was here too.

No matter how strong this woman was, there was no way she could defeat them all.

That realization reassured him.

"So what if she’s here? We still have Lord Xel’Anzeth, Lord Xel’Markos, and the others. What can she possibly do alone—"

Boom!

A loud crash echoed as a figure was hurled into the room like a ragdoll, landing heavily on the ground.

When they saw who it was, the expressions of the Umbrathari Clan members changed drastically.

"Lord Xel’Uvaar?!"

The person thrown inside was none other than the powerful warrior of the Umbrathari Clan—the Second Elder—who had been keeping Pleiadian Ascendancy occupied outside, preventing him from aiding the Grand Elder.

Now, Xel’Uvaar lay motionless on the ground, as if lifeless.

His face was frozen in an expression of sheer terror, as though he had witnessed something horrifying in his final moments.

The chaotic negotiation hall fell into a deafening silence.

Only the heavy breathing of those present filled the air.

At that moment, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed clearly through the stillness.

Everyone was involuntarily drawn to the sound of approaching footsteps.

Sunlight streamed in from the doorway, casting a long shadow of the figure outside, stretching across the floor and covering Xel’Uvaar’s corpse.

As the person stepped inside, silhouetted against the light, it seemed as if a pair of devil’s wings had sprouted from his back.

The brilliance outlined his chiseled features, highlighting an exquisitely sculpted profile.

This was the first time the aliens had ever seen Kenny Lin.

Valen had only seen Amalia that night and had assumed that he was the sole powerhouse of the Erythar Star System.

With Xel’Uvaar’s corpse blocking his path, Kenny Lin casually kicked it aside as if it were a mere rag.

The members of the Umbrathari Clan were furious, their eyes turning bloodshot.

Their top warrior had been treated with such blatant disrespect.

One of the Umbrathari Clan members, unable to contain himself, soared into the air and raised his weapon, stabbing it downward at Kenny Lin.

If the strike landed, it would pierce straight through his skull.

Kenny Lin cast him a brief glance and casually flicked his fingers in the air.

Instantly, streaks of sword energy shot forth.

At his current level of cultivation, he no longer needed a sword—his spiritual energy alone could be transformed into sword light.

The Umbrathari Clan member’s body was torn apart midair, his flesh and blood scattering in all directions as he fell.

Prince Var’Thal had wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Someone capable of killing Lord Xel’Uvaar was certainly no ordinary person.

With Lord Xel’Uvaar dead, they had lost their leverage for negotiations.

Faced with overwhelming power, Prince Var’Thal cautiously withdrew all traces of arrogance.

They had been haughty and domineering, but that did not mean they were incapable of recognizing an insurmountable force.

The top warriors of the Solaryx Clan and the Scaldriths were still alive, but none of them dared to act recklessly anymore.

"This place is quite lively. What’s everyone fighting over? Why not tell me? Maybe it’ll entertain me." Kenny Lin glanced around at the wreckage in the negotiation hall, clicking his tongue now and then.

"Speaking of which, wasn’t this supposed to be a negotiation? How did it suddenly turn into a battlefield? Wait..Are you guys playing some kind of game? Mind if I join?"

As he spoke with a cheerful smile, a chilling sensation crept up everyone’s spine.

This was the same person who had just slaughtered the Umbrathari Clan’s top warrior, Xel’Uvaar, yet he appeared completely at ease.