The 22nd General Congregation

  Entering the house, the classical furniture was still neatly arranged, but Xiaoming had no heart to appreciate it, and instead fixed his gaze on the person in front of him.

  Xia Ming had never seen such a tall and majestic person since he came to this world.

  At least two meters tall, he looks like a small giant. It's not just his height, but also his rugged face, full of scars, and most importantly, the explosive muscles on his body, with skin that is a deep bronze color. Compared to those so-called bodybuilders Xiaoming had seen on Earth, they would be utterly embarrassed.

  Even the towering Tang Ge felt at least a head shorter in front of Xia Ming.

  The most striking feature of this man in front of me is his beard!

  His beard was a strange blue color and not just a small tuft, but well-groomed and all combed up, looking particularly distinctive.

  This man was exceptionally tall and large, but he didn't have the slightest bit of an overbearing aura. He sat quietly in his chair, with a hint of a smile as he sized up Xia Ming.

  "This person..."

  Xia Ming felt a strange sensation rising in his heart, he always felt that something was wrong, but couldn't quite put it into words.

  Anthony nodded at Xiaoming and introduced, "Bluebeard, this is a disciple I took in two months ago, Xiaoming. Xiaoming, the person in front of you is a big shot from the Sacred Council, nicknamed Bluebeard, just call him that!"

  Sacred Council!

  Xia Ming heard this phrase and was taken aback.

  This was not the first time he had heard the term; from his very first day in this world, Anthony had mentioned the Sacred Synod several times.

  The origin of the Sacred Council dates back to a war three thousand years ago.

  Three thousand years ago, the Canaan continent was still a place where hundreds of tribes coexisted. Humans, dwarves, elves, beastmen, gnomes, blood clans... and many other races lived in harmony with one another. At that time, humans were still the most populous group on this planet, but the other tribes also had prosperous civilizations. That period was also the most brilliant and civilized era of the entire continent.

  It was also because at that time, civilization was highly developed, and the magical civilization began to develop rapidly. Especially humans and elves, two races with extremely high magical talents, had a crazy competition and pursuit of magic...

  The strongest law god in the post-human era, Orlando, the legendary star, and the greatest elf king, Yuluo, were all geniuses of that era who emerged like a comet.

  Following the normal track of development, this should be a very good virtuous cycle of constant competition and constant growth, which is the natural logic of heaven and earth.

  But there is always an exception to everything.

  A small portion of the Elf tribe and human fanatical magic enthusiasts, while pursuing powerful power, blinded their rationality, eventually fell into the arms of the devil, inviting the undead...

  The undead descended upon the world, and disasters spread far and wide. The continent was thrown into chaos at that time. Beastmen and blood clans took advantage of the fire to plunder, forming an alliance with the legion of the dead to launch a war against humanity.

  Humans were not to be outdone, the four great empires formed a union with the elven kingdom of that time, forming the United Council, also known as the Sacred Council. This is also the predecessor of today's Sacred Council.

  As for the last war of the century, it lasted nearly a hundred years. In the end, after humans and elves paid a terrible price, the undead legion was thoroughly defeated, the orcs retreated, and the blood clan was almost annihilated.

  And the four great human empires were also in a state of disarray, on the verge of collapse. The whereabouts of Orlando, the god of mages, were unknown, the Great Elf King Yueluo had fallen, and the Elven Kingdom was fragmented...

  This tragic war is known as the "Catastrophe of the Undead".

  Of course, the Sacred Council has continued to exist and continues to this day.

  The Elf Kingdom has long since become a mere name, and the Sacred Council is now the highest authority organization of the four human empires, surpassing any empire. To say that the Sacred Council is the most powerful force on the continent of Canaan today is not an exaggeration. Except for the Temple, which has been growing in momentum in recent years, there are almost no opponents.

  The man in front of him was actually a member of the Sacred Council?

  Xia Ming was startled and this start was quite frightening.

  "Little guy, you're Anthony's latest disciple, huh." The man nicknamed Bluebeard stood up, narrowed his eyes and showed a hint of a smile.

  Looking at this rugged-faced man, Xiaoming politely nodded in greeting. It's better to be careful when dealing with the Sacred Council, or one day he might be judged as a heretic and executed without knowing it.

  Bluebeard did not know that he had been labeled as a dangerous person by Xia Ming, carefully sizing up Xia Ming, with a flash of strange color in his eyes.

  Bluebeard was taken aback and said in surprise: "Old Anthony, didn't you say that this kid is a third-level magician? How come now it seems to be close to the fifth level?"

  Xia Ming's heart skipped a beat, it seemed that Anthony and Bluebeard had mentioned him before.

  Antony rubbed his hands together with a pleased smile, his sparse beard also twitching upwards as he said loudly: "Hmph, my disciple is naturally not ordinary. What I told you before was this kid's level from a month ago. Now, he has indeed reached the level of an almost fifth-grade mage!"

  Anthony's tone was undisguisedly full of praise and pride, haha laughing.

  Bluebeard hummed, his eyes somewhat disbelieving, and turned to ask Xiaoming: "I heard Anthony say that you had never learned magic before, and only started formally coming into contact with magic two months ago?"

  "That's right, what's wrong?"

  Hearing Xia Ming's affirmative answer, and noticing that his expression didn't seem fake, Bluebeard gradually became more serious.

  Bluebeard gazed deeply at Xiaoming and said in a low voice, "Two months of contact with magic..." His eyes seemed to be lost in thought, as if he had remembered something.

  "Alright kid, let me test your skills."

  Bluebeard's words left no room for Xiaoming to refuse, and a surge of invisible aura burst forth from his body, exuding an intimidating air that was terrifying to the extreme. His entire being seemed to be radiating sharp edges, making Xiaoming feel like he could hardly breathe!

  The strong! The absolutely strong!

  Xia Ming was shocked, Anthony had never shown his strength in front of him before, this was still the first time he saw a strong man from this world take action.

  Just with Pai's momentum, Xia Ming was already sweating profusely and frowning.

  The entire space seemed to belong to Bluebeard alone, and with every move he made, even the air seemed to solidify!

  Bluebeard sneered and said coldly, "Kid, I won't bully the weak with my strength. How about this? I'll just stand here, without using any weapons or hands and feet, and I won't even take the initiative to attack! If you can use magic to push me back one step, then I'll admit defeat. What do you say?"

  Xia Ming's eyebrows rose as he listened to these words, his eyes narrowing.

  "Hmph, whether you're Bluebeard or Redbeard, how dare you be so arrogant? I don't believe that even if you stand still, I won't be able to take you down!"

  Xia Ming felt somewhat resentful in his heart, tightly grasping the Flame Staff, a string of fluent magic phonetic symbols recited out, using actual actions to demonstrate his attitude.

  Next to Anthony, he didn't say a word from start to finish, but instead smiled and stared at the two of them with a smile. However, the old master didn't think much of Xiaoming in his heart. After all, the Bluebeard of the Thunder God's Hammer was a legendary figure in the human world. Xiaoming would definitely lose, but it was good to let this kid suffer a bit.

  "Young people should suffer a bit, this kid is a little monster, it's good to let him eat a bit of bitterness occasionally." The old master thought to himself.