The Xian Practice would eventually be successful!
It was as if a test from raging heaven. The Soul Removal technique to become the greatest immortal needed both strength and endurance.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine lighting strikes could not do any harm to his soul…

Yes… They could not do any harm. If he had succeeded in the technique, he should be in heaven… but why was he here?!
He was now in the body of a seven-year-old kid named “Merlin”, the son of the third minor wife of “Witcher”, who came from the wealthy family “Szirtes”.
Even though he was the son of Witcher and the grandchild of Earl Szirtes, his mother was still an unworthy, poor servant.

So, his status was the ‘servant’ that the family loathed.

What was more shocking was that the little kid who looked as if he could break at any moment was able to refine an enormous amount of vital essence, or Qi!! He could even easily penetrate the first level of qi!!

The strange power for Xian Practice in this world was different from that of the world he came from. It was a great treasure all the Xians were looking for.

It was called the great “Magical Power”.

This might be a second chance from heaven! The Xian Practice using magical power has now begun! 

Deva Wizard: The Great Xian in King Arthur's Realm

After all the competitors had entered the competition dimension, they immediately surveyed the battlefield.


This field occupied an area of five hundred square kilometers—


Why did they need this much space for the competition of only twenty people?


The answer was in the appearance of their Alphabet Battle Animals.


It was as though the sky suddenly became turbulent.


Lighting struck across the horizon. From where Merlin’s team was, they saw frighteningly powerful energy from all three directions.


“Many of them sensed a blood-curdling feeling.”


“No way. There is someone who can control a Golden Battle Animal here.” Thomas said in a fearful tone. His face suddenly turned pale.


“This is a tough battle. It seems like every institute gave their people great stuff.” Cell gulped with difficulty.


The golden-haired man, Olamas, remained calm. His face seemed really indifferent.


Being the Target