Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 106: Uninvited Guest

The Great Dynasty had vast territories, once divided into 108 provinces, with countless cities.

However, coastal cities like Great Plain City were not particularly common and therefore received significant attention. In terms of trade, urban management, and construction, they far surpassed cities like Treisenberg City.

By the time Aizen rode slowly into the inner city, more than half an hour had passed, and the sky had already darkened.

In the eastern inner district, there was a large, imposing mansion. A plaque with the three characters "Heaven and Earth society " hung high, seemingly ready to leap off the board.

This mansion served as a branch of the Heaven and Earth society in Great Plain City and was also a gathering place for disciples and leaders from the Western Division of the Heavenly Demon Clan.

True to its name, the Heaven and Earth society had members spread throughout the world. While most of its lower-level members were a motley crew, the society was still a considerable force and the largest subordinate faction supported by the Heavenly Demon Clan.

Many disciples of the Heavenly Demon Clan were selected and promoted from the Heaven and Earth society before being sent to the Clan.

At this moment, the mansion was brightly lit. In the main hall of the inner courtyard, many people seemed to be gathered to discuss important matters.

Guards patrolled the corridors and passageways outside, with hidden and open sentries everywhere. Maids and servants moved about, maintaining an orderly atmosphere reminiscent of a miniature palace.

"Sam Junior Brother, according to you, when that Aizen Senior Brother, who has recently gained such a terrifying reputation, arrives, are we all supposed to bow, obediently welcome him, and agree to everything he says? Should we even claim his farts are fragrant?"

The speaker had a multi-angled face, thin lips, and small eyes. His expression was dark and filled with ridicule, making him seem inherently unapproachable.

"Heh heh heh..."

A soft laugh came from a handsome young man in white, sitting on the lower seat to the right of the hall. He gently waved an iron fan while slightly shaking his head.

"Brother Johnny, you are ranked thirty-second on the Clan’s Golden List. Who would dare boss you around?"

The knife-wielding disciple let out a low groan, his body knocked backward before being thrown to the ground.

The lid of the teacup remained intact, embedded halfway into his forehead. It seemed as if an immense force had twisted and ground it into place. Blood seeped from the wound in steady rivulets.

"Heh heh heh... Deacon Johnny, why waste your time with such a small fry? Someone, come and carry the body out."

Seated on the main chair to the left of the hall was a tall, bald man with green and black tattoos adorning his body, exuding a fierce aura. Yet, at this moment, he wore a fawning expression.

"Hmph, your Heaven and Earth society may have many people, but none of them are competent. Losing track of someone so easily... It seems that the one surnamed Jiang has already noticed he was being followed. He’s likely on his way here now. Let’s prepare to greet him properly."

Johnny rose to his feet, his face dark and brooding.

Just then, a calm, smiling voice drifted in from outside the hall.

"No need for you to prepare a greeting. Aizen has already arrived."

As the voice came through, Aizen stepped into the hall, dressed in a black fitted outfit.

All eyes turned toward him as the hall fell silent. Expressions shifted as the crowd took in the newcomer.

Aizen, clad in black, had a short-sheathed blade at his waist. His long hair, clean and neat, fell across his shoulders, and a faint, cold smile graced his lips. His presence was etched deeply into the minds of everyone present.

He strolled into the hall casually, yet a commanding and unassailable aura radiated from him.

He was like a tiger stepping into a pack of wolves—outnumbered, yet utterly unfazed, his dominance impossible to conceal.

"You’re Aizen?"

Johnny’s gaze froze as Aizen entered, his expression turning grim. A hint of vigilance and unease crept into his demeanor.

A person of such renown was never undeserving of their reputation. Despite his earlier dismissive tone, Johnny didn’t dare to underestimate Aizen upon meeting him in person.

Just as Johnny was about to step down and greet him, Aizen’s sharp gaze locked onto him like a flash of lightning.

"I don’t like being talked about behind my back..."

As he spoke, his steady steps never faltered. He prowled the room like a tiger patrolling its territory, emanating an imposing aura.

"And I don’t like people speaking to me from such a lofty position."

At his fourth step, Aizen was already within ten paces of Johnny. He had spoken his piece, and the distance between them was now the most dangerous—close enough to kill.

A palpable sense of danger gripped Johnny. As Aizen’s words rang out, Johnny involuntarily stepped back, only to find his retreat blocked by his chair. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Before Johnny could react, Aizen’s figure surged forward like a bird skimming over waves, closing the distance in an instant.

"Aizen Senior Brother!"

Several people at the side seats immediately stood and shouted in low voices to stop him. A pale-skinned man seated next to Johnny furrowed his brows, his fingers slightly curling against the table as he readied himself to intervene.

In a flash, Aizen’s figure darted forward like a wild goose skimming the water. In an instant, he was already in front of Johnny.

This sudden move alarmed everyone in the hall.

Although Johnny was initially intimidated by the imposing aura, he was not one to sit and await his fate. Letting out a sharp shout, he struck first, his palm swiftly aiming for Aizen’s chest.

His arm moved with a serpentine grace, twisting like a dragon and snake as his palm surged forward, as fast and forceful as thunder crashing down from the heavens.

"Boom!"