"Celestial Master Zhang, you can call me that in private. I'm a bishop now, a bishop."
The old bishop really couldn't accept being called a little fatty in front of so many subordinates.
"Even if you really become the pope in the future, you're still a little fatty in my eyes." Zhang Tianyi didn't give him any face at all.
The old bishop grimaced, his expression rather uncomfortable.
What else could he do? He could only accept it.
Could he beat Zhang Tianyi?
Most importantly, he couldn't.
The old bishop glanced at Chen Zhao. "Celestial Master Zhang, can you handle this kid?"
"What do you think I brought him here for? A mascot? "
Rosalick also brought his men back to defend the area.
"Bishop, what do we do now?"
"Don't worry, Celestial Master Zhang is here," the old bishop said.
Chen Zhao looked at the approaching dead soul.
It looked rather awkward no matter how he looked at it.
"That's a sleeping dead soul? What's special about it? "Chen Zhao asked.
"No special features," Zhang Tianyi said. "It can take physical damage. It's your best enemy."
The old bishop and the surrounding Sacred Soldiers all looked at Chen Zhao.
That was a dead soul. In their eyes, it was an unclean spiritual body filled with terrifying and strange power.
But in their mouths, it seemed to be a small problem that could be dealt with at any time.
Seeing the large number of Sacred Soldiers gathered around Zhang Tianyi, the dead soul immediately charged over.
Its huge body shrouded over like a canopy of the sky.
"Oh no … Everyone, raise your defenses to the maximum. Hurry, hurry!!" Seeing that the dead soul had already charged over before Chen Zhao could do anything, the old bishop screamed in fear.
Whoosh —
Suddenly, a strong and hot air current whizzed through the middle of everyone.
The next moment, Chen Zhao appeared before the dead soul.
One punch! Boom!
An opening appeared in the middle of the dead soul. Then the power spread out from the opening.
In an instant, the spirit body of the Dead Soul Body cracked.
Chen Zhao landed back on the ground and stretched his limbs.
Everyone stared at Chen Zhao in shock.
One punch? It ended just like that?
It wasn't anything fancy, but it was a great visual impact.
"Is this the end? That's too boring, Old Zhang. Enemies of this level, even if you're squatting in a pit and wiping your ass, you can still get rid of them. "
Chen Zhao clapped his hands.
The fat old bishop and the Holy Army were furious.
They all felt that Chen Zhao and Zhang Tianyi had gone too far.
Zhang Tianyi glanced at Chen Zhao. "The trouble is yet to come. Dead souls are actually moving sources of evil. Each individual is very powerful, but they're food for other unclean souls. Especially after this food is killed, it's like scavengers smelling rotten corpses."
Gradually —
Everyone could see dark specks of light appearing in the distance.
Here it comes! Here it comes …
Those things are coming!
It was a truly sinister and terrifying materialization.
It was as if all the evil in the world had gathered here.
Even if those things hadn't reached him yet.
However, that overwhelming pressure still caused everyone to be unable to breathe.
It wasn't an army, it was a tsunami.
"That's more in line with your current strength," Zhang Tianyi said leisurely at the side.
After all, he didn't have to do anything. He just had to watch from the side.
Zhang Tianyi suddenly felt so happy … Sometimes, happiness came so suddenly … and so strangely.
"That's so troublesome." Chen Zhao sighed. "I suddenly regret helping you."
The fat old bishop couldn't keep joking so casually anymore.
"There's only a hint of something big now," Zhang Tianyi said. Zhang Tianyi said, "You know what will happen if these things get out."
Chen Zhao turned his head and looked at Zhang Tianyi. "Can you cast a spell on them?"
"No problem," Zhang Tianyi agreed readily.
Chen Zhao's 16 clones appeared at the same time.
Then there were 16,000 stone swords.
Chen Zhao had forged these stone swords himself in the River Diagram.
Without Old Turtle's help, Chen Zhao could only do it himself.
When the sky was filled with stone swords dancing in the air.
Even Zhang Tianyi was dumbfounded.
"Chen Zhao, your move is Ten Thousand Returning Swords, right?"
"I created it myself. I did think of the name back then, but I just felt ashamed."
As for the Sacred Army, their eyeballs were about to fall to the ground.
What was that? Was it a miracle?
Compared to Chen Zhao's first move, he'd only thrown a punch.
The result was shocking, but it wasn't enough.
But now, the stone swords that filled the sky were no longer the same as they were in the past.
There was also the shocking killing efficiency.
All the Sacred Army combined probably wouldn't be as efficient as Chen Zhao alone.
More importantly, Chen Zhao was completely at the back.
Not a single impure soul could get within a thousand meters of him.
"This is Qingyi Sect's Needle Threading, right?"
Just like how Chen Zhao was observing Zhang Tianyi, Zhang Tianyi was also observing Chen Zhao.
Zhang Tianyi quickly figured out the use of Chen Zhao's move.
When they'd conversed before, Chen Zhao had taught Zhang Tianyi his clones.
So, Zhang Tianyi quickly figured out the trick.
But even so, there probably wasn't anyone else who could use it like Chen Zhao did.
After all, Chen Zhao had cultivated like this every day in the River Diagram. Who knew how long he'd spent?
It wasn't just a matter of how much magic power he had. He'd built it up over time.
Even Zhang Tianyi would sigh when faced with such a move.
But there were simply too many impure souls.
There were so many of them that even ten thousand stone swords couldn't completely stop these impure souls.
Furthermore, some of the Impure Souls were much stronger than ordinary Impure Souls.
"Chen Zhao, this move doesn't seem to work. Even your Ten Thousand Returning Swords can't stop it."
"My move isn't called Ten Thousand Returning Swords." Chen Zhao rolled his eyes and put away all the stone swords.
The fat bishop and the Sacred Army saw Chen Zhao actually put away the stone swords.
They all thought that Chen Zhao had used up his magic power.
But it was understandable.
After all, Chen Zhao had just used that grand spell to kill hundreds of thousands of impure souls.
This was already a huge meritorious achievement.
But compared to the total number of impure souls, Chen Zhao's achievements were insignificant.
At the same time, all of Chen Zhao's clones merged into one.
Chen Zhao twisted his neck and looked at the raging waves that were charging over.
Suddenly, Chen Zhao waved his palms and slapped at the sky.
Then, huge palms kept falling from the sky.
Boom, boom, boom —
It was like a bomber.
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