The Star Emissary would never have dreamed that the battle would be over before it had even started.
Mother Theresa was an honest person. She had in fact already heard the sound of Star vomiting blood, but remembering that Star had told her before not to look back, she stayed where she was and didn't move.
"Star, are you all right …" To be honest, she was very nervous.
As one of the foundation's emissaries, she had watched helplessly as an emissary was seriously injured before he had even officially joined the battlefield. This was a very complicated feeling for Theresa.
Was this Odd Zhuo a monster?
"If you need my help, just ask. I have some healing methods," Theresa said.
In fact, she wasn't a combat type, but a supportive healer. In the world of healers, she was even known as the "Mother of All Stars."
"No need … you can't help me …" Star said weakly. He had already taken the tonic he carried with him.
But at most, this medicine could only help him recover from his internal injuries.
The damage to his vision was probably already irreversible.
He had directly lost his sight in his right eye, and his remaining left eye was about 2,000 ° short-sighted, which was almost no different from being blind.
Now that the Star Emissary had opened his eyes, there was only a trace of chilling light left in his left eye.
It had taken him hundreds of years to hone this pair of eyes that could peer into the secrets of heaven, but he had never expected to suffer such a devastating blow in an instant.
He had even anticipated that there was something strange about Odd Zhuo, but hadn't dared look at him.
He had just flashed back and glanced at him.
In the end, he had ended up like this.
"There's only Judgment and Fate left …" Theresa sighed.
She felt that the Fool's emissary was also an expert, but she didn't know why the Judgment Emissary had suddenly excluded him.
But Theresa was well aware that if she wanted to survive in the foundation, the best way was to not ask too many questions.
She would just go with the flow.
Back then, she had only joined the foundation for the high reward it offered her.
The wisest choice was to protect herself for the sake of the reward.
So when she saw that the chariot in front of her was seriously injured, she didn't have the slightest intention of helping it.
Odd Zhuo was too scary; going up now would be courting death.
Nowadays, the Judgment Emissary basically had the final say in the foundation.
Theresa didn't think it was worth risking her life to save a chariot.
She even thought that Odd Zhuo had fought well!
Shouldn't this scumbag who treated women as toys be taught a lesson?
…
Currently, Tank was completely naked and buried in the ground.
He was already crippled.
His spirit root had been severed and he had lost all his realms.
In addition, his upper body was seriously injured. Now, even an ordinary person could give him one last stab.
And now, Tank had clearly lost his mind.
The double blow to his body and mind made it impossible for him to accept everything that was happening in front of him.
"I'm an immortal … I'm really an immortal …" He kept muttering these words as his eyes lost focus.
After this incident, Tank would probably spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital.
Odd Zhuo felt that this was the best punishment for such a person.
At the same time, Odd Zhuo once again marveled at Jingke's terrifying strength.
To be able to sever one's spirit root without harming one's life, apart from this Sword Spirit Master, there was probably no other Sword Spirit in this world that could achieve such accuracy …
If an ordinary cultivator's spirit root were to be severed, they would definitely die.
At that moment, Odd Zhuo heard a few scattered claps from outside the school gate.
He raised his head and saw a man in a black cloak approaching him from the direction of his line of sight.
The man clapped his hands as he walked into No. 60 High School.
He took off his big hood, and Odd Zhuo saw the black mask under which the word "Fate" was written in red.
Judging from the color of his hair, he seemed to be an Asian.
Book of Sage Immortal had sent Odd Zhuo almost all the information on the foundation's emissaries.
Including the judge "Xu Bai."
But Book of Sage Immortal was still investigating this Fate emissary.
At that moment, the Fate emissary had appeared.
Odd Zhuo was also speculating about his identity.
Judging from the color of his hair, he seemed to be an Asian.
"Are you from Huaxiu?"
"As expected, Director Zhuo is smart."
The voice of the Fate emissary under the "Fate" mask was clearly altered.
It seemed that this Fate emissary was hiding his identity.
"I never thought that not all of the foundation's emissaries would be foreigners," said Odd Zhuo.
Jingke in hand, he was ready to fight.
Odd Zhuo: "Are you here for Tank, for revenge? Then let's begin."
"Let me say this first: I'm not here for Tank. I'm fighting for myself. "
The Fate emissary said, "Before Tank came, I already expected this situation. It's just that it's going to be a little more tragic than I imagined. "
Listening to Fate's words, Odd Zhuo somehow felt that this person's tone was familiar, as if he had met him before, but he couldn't put his finger on who the other party was.
"You say you're fighting for yourself?"
Odd Zhuo wasn't in a hurry to make a move; he wanted to get more information out of Fate.
"I've taken a fancy to your wooden sword. If you give it to me, not only will you avoid a fight, you'll also be able to save your own life." Wearing the "Fate" mask, he said this very calmly. Unlike Tank and Snake's boundless conceit, it was as if victory was truly in his grasp.
"Snake and Tank both died at my hands. Are you confident that you can beat me?" Odd Zhuo looked at him.
Like Tank, this Fate emissary's aura was pure and hadn't been invaded by the ethereals.
But with the experience of fighting Tank, Odd Zhuo was also wary of the magic weapons that Fate might use.
The people of the foundation were a bunch of lunatics.
God knew if fate had injected the Ethereal into its magic instrument or not.
"Don't worry, I'm not like a despicable person like Tank. I'm truly capable. "The Fate emissary stepped forward at that moment.
He then took out his weapon, which was an emerald green bamboo. The bamboo had been shaved to a very sharp point, like a blade.
Under the faint light, its entire body exuded a luster similar to that of amber glass.
Odd Zhuo was instantly on guard.
The greatest truths were simple.
The simpler a weapon looked, the more unparalleled its power might be.
Wasn't the peach wood sword in his hand such an existence?
"Do you know the sword of destiny, Director Zhuo?" At that moment, the Fate emissary raised his head and looked at Odd Zhuo. "I have a feeling that the sword of destiny in my hand might come from the same place as the peach wood sword in your hand."
As soon as he said this, he vanished into thin air.
In a flash, he appeared behind Odd Zhuo in the blink of an eye!
"You're slow to react, Director Zhuo. But it's also fate that you were stabbed by me."
As soon as he said this, the bamboo sword instantly pierced through the sword qi wrapping Odd Zhuo's body and stabbed him in the kidney!
Odd Zhuo felt as if a foreign object had invaded him from behind, and blood dripped down the tip of the bamboo.
"It actually pierced through Lord Jingke's sword qi …"
Shocked, Odd Zhuo clenched his teeth and pulled his body out of her.
"No, not pierced, but ignored."
At that moment, Jingke's voice rang out inside Odd Zhuo's body.
"Ignored sword qi? What on earth is this … "
Hearing Jingke's words, Odd Zhuo was even more astonished.
Jingke's voice was calm. "It's fine. When Bai Qiao and I combine, we can beat it."
Were they finally going to combine?
Odd Zhuo nodded.
Enduring the pain of his kidney being pierced, he sheathed the peach wood sword.
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