Genius Noble With System

Chapter 503: Traitor

"Celestial Palace, what’s that?" The people watching from afar were shocked and a bit confused, as they didn’t seem to have heard about the celestial palace.

But not all of them were liked; there were some who were knowledgeable and immediately remembered hearing the mysterious person’s words.

"Celestial Palace? Didn’t it get destroyed in the previous era?! How can somebody from Celestial Palace still be alive?" One of the elders from the ancient clan seemed to utter surprise.

"Yes, it said the Celestial Palace was created by a very powerful supreme who almost became sovereign but is said to have been killed by her enemies in a previous era." Another elder from the different ancient clan also remembered secrets and blurted out.

All of them knowing this quickly looked at the two figures that appeared, as now it seems the battle is far from over.

Astraea’s expression remained calm even after the appearance of the two mysterious figures. It was like she had expected it.

The two figures stood in front of the shattered Red Dragon Legion calmly.

One was an old woman dressed in dark silver robes covered with countless tiny star patterns. Her white hair floated without wind, and every step she took caused faint ripples in space.

The second was a middle-aged man wearing ancient crystal armor. A dragon symbol was engraved on his chest plate, and his aura was deep and terrifying like a bottomless abyss.

Most shocking of all was the pressure radiating from them. It was not the pressure of ordinary transcendents. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

It was something beyond even ordinary third-order transcendents, and their presence alone seemed to make the world tremble.

Apollo at the moment stepped forward and appeared next to his sister, as the battle had truly reached its peak.

The two that appeared weren’t simple, as they both appeared to have surpassed peak third-order transcendent and reached half-step supreme level.

But that wasn’t it; both seemed more troublesome than most half-step supremes. The old woman with white hair seemed to have terrifying power hidden within her, and the middle-aged man appeared to be wearing a powerful supreme armour; that attack below supreme level would be able to hurt him at all.

It was clear that both of them weren’t simple, but he could actually guess their identity.

The middle-aged man should be from the ancient crystal dragon clan, as his armour seems to be made from supreme-level dragon scales, but what surprising was the old woman.

Apollo glanced subtly toward Astraea. Though she hid it well, he still noticed the slight change in her expression.

The aura of the old woman felt strangely similar to Astraea’s own. There was definitely some kind of connection between them.

Astraea glanced at the old woman, who also looked back. Both seemed to be trying to understand each other’s strengths.

Finally, the old woman spoke.

"I never expected a remnant of the Celestial Palace to appear in this era." Her voice was cold and filled with contempt.

"But you should have remained hidden instead of showing yourself."

"You should understand better than anyone..."

"Even she failed to change anything."

Astraea’s expression finally changed slightly, hearing the old woman’s words. The calmness in her eyes disappeared for a brief moment, and a terrifying starlight flickered deep within her pupils.

"Tch, you are the one to talk. You should be the famous traitor Morgana. You seem to be proud of it."

"But in the end you are just a dog, no... a bitch raised by others and would remain that until your end."

She replied in a sarcastic and cold manner without showing any concern. In fact, in her cold words deep killing intent was hidden.

When she died, Morgana was nothing but a half-step transcendent, promising genius of the Celestial Palace, but her betrayal, along with some others, ultimately caused her death.

She herself had changed greatly after her reincarnation, while Morgana had been far too weak in the past to truly understand the depth of her power. That was why Morgana failed to recognize Astraea even while standing right in front of her—the very Supreme who had founded the Celestial Palace.

At most, Morgana could only guess that Astraea was somehow related to the remnants of the Celestial Palace because her power still carried traces of its aura. Otherwise, she would never have dared to act so arrogantly.

Morgana’s expression instantly darkened. The wrinkles on her aged face twisted slightly, and the calm, superior aura around her became violent.

"How dare you, mere remnant rat? I will catch you and find every last one of you." And Morgana’s aura flared up as she was ready to tear Astraea.

The other middle-aged transcendent from the ancient crystal dragon clan also stepped forward, and their combined aura seemed to try to crush Astraea’s aura. The aura of the three collided and shook the heaven and earth.

Even the transcendents watching from afar felt an overwhelming pressure descend upon them, a force so terrifying that even true transcendents felt despair.

"Tch, aren’t you two ignoring me?"

Apollo stepped forward calmly. It seemed that because he had not made a move yet, the two ancient transcendents had subconsciously treated him as insignificant.

His aura quickly climbed rapidly and quickly reached their level. The two of them were shocked as they didn’t expect him to be this strong. frёeωebɳovel.com

"Sister, it seems you have things to take care of, the old hag; then I should take care of the old man." Apollo’s calm voice rang as their aura collided.

Astraea smiled faintly upon hearing his words and nodded. She truly intended to deal with Morgana personally. Since fate had brought this traitor before her once again, there was no way she would let her leave alive.

"Come, Morgana, let’s have some talk."

Boom!

And before Morgana could figure out anything, a vortex of starlight seemed to drag both women into a distant region of space.

In the next moment, Astraea and Morgana disappeared completely, leaving only Apollo and the Dragon Clan transcendent facing each other across the shattered battlefield.