Wang Teng's eyes flashed as he realized something. A golden sword light flashed in his eyes.
Gold Resonant Radiance Sword Intent!
The sword intent that the Pope of Truthism used was now being controlled by him in a way that normal people would not be able to comprehend.
And because the Pope of Truthism had already comprehended the sword intent to 100%, Wang Teng also started from 100% and skipped the previous nine levels.
Gold Resonant Radiance Sword Intent: 60/10000 (100%)
And the real reward was not just what it looked like.
The Gold Resonant Radiance Sword Intent contained the Vibrating Intent, which was a brand new mentality.
Vibrating!
It was said that nothing could not vibrate!
Air, metal, water, earth, and even mentality, profound … Everything could be vibrated. And once the vibrating frequency reached a certain level, even the toughest object would be shattered.
It was no wonder that even his Profound Meaning of Force had almost been shattered.
This Vibrating Intent was truly a bug!
However, now that Wang Teng had also grasped this bug-like tremor intent, the Saint of Universal Truth's Pope would never have expected that the intent that he had spent so much effort to comprehend would be stolen by Wang Teng so easily.
The corners of Wang Teng's lips curled up like a little fox that had snuck a fish. He then expressed his sincere gratitude to the Pope of the Church of Universal Truth.
"Thank you!"
"???" At this moment, the Pope of Truthism was completely dumbfounded.
What was going on? Why was this kid thanking him?
Most importantly, he could feel that Wang Teng was sincerely thanking him. His expression was not fake at all. It could not be any more real.
This kid's brain must have been hit by a door!
Thanking an enemy for no reason? Was this something that a normal person would do?
Zhou Xuanwu and Arika Satoshi were also confused. They could not understand Wang Teng's actions.
…
"Hmph!" The Pope of Truthism did not understand what Wang Teng was thinking, but when he saw his smile, he felt extremely displeased for some reason. He snorted coldly and disappeared.
Wang Teng's eyes narrowed. He didn't dare to be careless. His figure flashed as well.
Boom!
In the next moment, the two of them did not say anything else. They turned into two beams of light, one gold and one red, and collided in the sky.
"The Array Masters will continue to control the Array and kill the Truthism Warriors!"
At the same time, Wang Teng's voice came from the light.
"Yes!"
The Formation Masters below immediately responded in unison.
Boom!
Then, the formation continued to operate. Lava surged and turned into a giant dragon, sweeping towards the Truthism cultivators.
On the other side of Truthism, there were also Array Masters operating their Sect-Protecting Array. The power of ice and snow condensed and turned into an ice dragon, entangling with the lava dragon in the sky.
Boom boom boom …
Rumbling sounds could be heard continuously.
The cultivators from both sides once again engaged in a fierce battle.
"Wang Teng, I'm here to help you!"
Zhou Xuanwu was not idle. He shouted and joined the battle between the Pope of Truthism and Wang Teng.
The battle instantly escalated!
A giant shadow of a black tortoise appeared above Zhou Xuanwu's head. It roared and slashed out with a saber radiance. The saber radiance was extremely thick and yellow, as if it could suppress everything.
The Pope of Truthism was forced to retreat. His expression was extremely ugly.
Wang Teng followed closely. The divine weapon, Mo Que, appeared in his hand. Various types of saber and sword intents were unleashed as if they were free.
In an instant, the sound of thunder, waves, and whistling wind … erupted in the sky, stirring up the clouds. It was magnificent!
All the cultivators retreated in shock. At this moment, they finally understood why Wang Teng could be the commander of the Black Sparrow Army at such a young age.
Damn, his strength is heaven-defying!
Many Truthism cultivators were shocked. While they were distracted, the cultivators of the three armies took the opportunity to launch a frenzied attack.
Miserable screams could be heard. One by one, the Truthism cultivators fell to the ground like dumplings.
Boom!
Boom!
Rumbling sounds could be heard continuously. Warrior-level cultivators fell and self-destructed at the last moment, triggering a terrifying chain reaction.
In an instant, five or six of the Truthism's Warrior-level cultivators had fallen. Their numbers instantly decreased.
On the other hand, the Warrior-level cultivators of the three armies were at most severely injured. There were no deaths.
The Warrior-level cultivators of the three armies were almost twice the number of the Truthism's Warrior-level cultivators. The situation was irreversible.
As for the cultivators below the Warrior-level, there were casualties on both sides. But overall, the three armies still had the upper hand.
The number of high-ranking martial artists who died in the three legions was relatively small, which played a key role in this battle. A single high-ranking martial artist was enough to fight against a dozen or even dozens of low-ranking martial artists, which was why the three legions had such a great victory.
Seeing this scene, the Pope of Truthism's face turned extremely ugly. He knew that the situation was hopeless. Truthism would not be able to make a comeback. His hatred for Wang Teng and the others grew even stronger.
But he also knew that if this continued, even he would fall here.
Wang Teng's strength was beyond his expectations. Furthermore, he had teamed up with Zhou Xuanwu. Even he felt that it was very troublesome.
The Pope of Truthism's eyes flickered. Suddenly, he heard a loud shout.
"Big Dipper Flaming Blade!"
The Pope of Truthism's heart skipped a beat. He pushed Zhou Xuanwu back with his sword and then slashed at the source of the voice.
Boom!
A flaming blade collided with his sword and was immediately annihilated.
The Pope of Truthism could not help but be slightly stunned. This attack was too weak. It shattered in one hit. It was not as powerful as before.
However, before he could react, a black mist swept out from where the blade light had been shattered, instantly enveloping him.
"Not good!"
The Pope of Truthism's expression changed. He immediately held his breath and used his Force to seal all the pores on his body.
But it was still too late. The black mist instantly invaded his body.
He had suffered under Wang Teng's poison Force in the past, so he knew how difficult it was to deal with poison Force. He instantly had a bad feeling.
Now that he was in the middle of a battle, there was no extra time to clear the Poison Force in his body.
He did not expect that he would fall for Wang Teng's dirty trick in a moment of carelessness.
"Despicable!"
"You actually used poison. You … despicable!"
The Pope of Truthism glared at Wang Teng. His eyes were about to spit fire.
"Among all the martial arts in the world, only despicable is invincible!" Wang Teng laughed.
"…"
Zhou Xuanwu had a strange look in his eyes. He was completely convinced by Wang Teng's shamelessness. However, he had to admit that what Wang Teng said … made sense!
Among all the martial arts in the world, only despicable is invincible!
So, when he fights in the future, should he be more despicable?
No, no … Zhou Xuanwu quickly shook his head. For the sake of his own future, it was better not to do something that would ruin his image.
"Do it. Kill him while he's down!" Wang Teng did not hesitate and ordered Zhou Xuanwu to attack.
It was not easy for him to take advantage of the fact that the Pope of Truthism was too tired to deal with it. He caught him off guard and mixed his Poison Force with his Fire Force.
Now that the Pope of Truthism was poisoned by his Demonic Lotus, his strength would definitely be greatly affected. If he did not attack him now, when would he?
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