Chapter 264: Giant Wand and Quidditch Seeker Meet a Marvel Crossover

Night fell, shrouding the land in a hazy darkness.

On the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, in the dimly lit corridor, Su Qing stared at the huge painting on the wall ahead and couldn't help but complain, "The local wizards' taste is terrible—no, they don't even have artistic bacteria."

Inside the huge frame on the wall, a male wizard was teaching six ugly monsters in tutus to dance the swan dance.

The monsters held big bone sticks, following the male wizard stupidly.

"Princess, it's General Yue." Yun Mu lifted the carriage curtain, took a look, then turned to Jiang Yue Zhao and said.

Shui Ying didn't much like being labeled a Water God, since he didn't think he had the qualifications to be mentioned alongside the Water God.

Someone on the front line was meeting the team, perhaps because the monsters had been thoroughly cleaned up, so nothing happened along the way.

Ling Zhou Yang didn't answer, just kept saying "Impossible, impossible" under his breath, and Sun Lang beside him was startled.

Those affected by this incident, aside from simply feeling a bit uneasy, were none other than the top geniuses who had taken part in today's trial—this was unfair to them.

Lin Mu narrowed his eyes; his martial soul only manifested on his arms and head, not even releasing a soul ring—who was he looking down on?

Jiang Yuan Kai felt a bit resentful; Wen Xiu Yi was a pawn he had personally raised, all to imprison Princess Yue Zhao and his beloved imperial sister.

The two lightly shook hands, each feeling the other's warmth; their eyes locked, and a strange sensation flowed from their palms back into their own bodies.

Considering this might be the prison where Sai Sei Er detained him, it's normal for there to be no one else or just a few people.

Several burly men set the already-packed large crates on the ground; inside were the medicinal herbs and pills they had purchased this time.

"Alright, everyone go back. Over these two days, have all the hall disciples tidy up a bit—so that no problems arise when the time comes—and also notify the unaffiliated cultivators, letting Yuan Cheng Yong also tidy them up, since that's where trouble is most likely." Yun Tian Kong said to the crowd.

How dare a piece of trash provoke them—it's nothing short of despising their dignity; how could they not be angry?

The visitor's face darkened, his eyes full of helplessness; he let out a soft sigh and continued, "Sir? You still haven't answered my question!" He didn't blame Qiu Li for being unreasonable, but simply repeated himself and also began sizing up the two men before him.

Lu Jin's face changed drastically; he had originally felt that, in resisting Qiu Li's internal force with his own, he was gradually gaining the upper hand. But who would have thought—another surge of hot, immense power burst from Qiu Li's fists, piercing through his fists into his body, disrupting his internal flow and blocking his strength.

Everyone couldn't help but feel sorrow; it turned out this hermit, unable to bear the county's people facing death, had left the mountains to reveal heavenly secrets, yet now he had suffered heavenly punishment and lost his life—what's more tragic is that nobody had gotten a chance to ask for his name or origins.

Rumor had it that the younger brother of King Zhou, the great swordsman Zi Yu, was a true god‑slayer who had once slaughtered divine beings.

The commander leading the crowd ahead was an outstanding inner‑hall disciple of the Elite First Hall; after giving a few instructions, he led everyone into the teleportation grand formation.

A plain, ordinary middle‑aged face appeared before everyone's eyes; no one had expected the Demon King to look so ordinary, but upon a moment's thought they understood why.

Over the past twenty‑five years, the greatest skill he had learned was endurance—often enduring without erupting, then startling everyone with a sudden burst; his chest held the fury of a tiger and thunder, yet his face remained calm as water.

"Yi Er, …." Lan Zi Yue looked at Lan Yi Yi like this, his heart aching terribly; he and Long Qian Jue had no feelings—how could they be together.

As for Lu Han, he eased up considerably; his expression was no longer so stiff, but the fear in his heart hadn't lessened much.