"Bam!"
The sharp claw shattered, and the white light dissipated, turning into white smoke that spread into the surroundings.
For a time, the entire second floor was covered in white smoke.
A tall and burly figure slowly appeared from the white smoke.
A black cloak, muscles that looked like steel chains, and messy black hair that resembled a lion's. It was Lu Sheng who had just arrived.
"Teacher …!!" Isra's muscles trembled as he tried his best to recover from his fear.
His eyes were moist. In the past, he was the one who beat up the juniors, and the seniors would come out to kill him.
But this time … he was also someone with a backer! This sudden great sense of security at the final moment made him feel an incomparable sense of belonging to the Ten Hearts Illusionary Demonic Gate.
"Life should burn like the brightest shooting star, exploding with all its light and heat, and then sublimate in the heat, leaving a mark that belongs to you in the world." Lu Sheng's eyes turned, and his pupils moved slightly as he stared at the white-robed old man opposite him.
"Because only a mark can be passed down from generation to generation, and be immortal."
"Whoosh!"
He instantly traversed more than ten meters and struck out with his palm.
"Infinite Demonic City!"
In a trance, countless wisps of black smoke gushed out from his palm. His hand was like a black storm.
The tornado-shaped storm shook the entire castle, covering all the noise around it.
"King Cyril, I've been waiting for you!" The white-robed old man took a step back, and countless white lights exploded behind him. They scattered and shot toward Lu Sheng from all directions.
"Divine Judgement!!" A pure gold scepter appeared in front of the old man. He grabbed it and threw it at Lu Sheng.
"Boom!!!"
On the black plains, the second floor of the dark castle exploded.
All the windows, gatehouses, and walls were shattered by the violent explosion. Clouds of black smoke and white light shot out from the shattered walls, and rained down on the surroundings.
The upper half of the castle was also slowly tilted in the violent explosion. The top of the castle, which was dozens of meters tall, slid down to the left, and crashed into the ground.
The remnants of the castle became an open-air arena.
Lu Sheng stepped on the black smoke. His black cloak was swept up by the air flow of the explosion, spreading out and fluttering behind him.
Apart from the white-robed elder, there was also a heavy-armored swordsman in dark golden armor standing in front of him.
The back of the swordsman was decorated with golden wings, and every part of his armor was engraved with sacred patterns and words.
"Is this the untouchable body?" The old man threw away the broken and bent golden scepter in his hand.
"It relies on interfering with the opponent's five senses to create a special effect similar to an illusion. The so-called untouchability turned out to be just an illusion. Unfortunately, such illusions are useless against me. "
"As experts who survived my attack, I allow you to announce your names." Lu Sheng's eyes were filled with dense white dots. His huge body was set off by the black smoke, making him look like a demon.
Waves of immense pressure radiated from his body.
Even Isra, who was behind him, felt a chill run down her spine.
"Is this the power of the strongest human!?" His eyes were filled with shock and awe.
Just by standing behind that imposing aura, he could feel that he was almost out of breath. That kind of terrifying pressure was following his heartbeat, continuously increasing in strength.
"Kamil, Church of Nightfall." The white-robed elder stared at Lu Sheng with a serious expression.
"Silvan, Church of Isis." The heavy-armored swordsman gripped the greatsword in his hand. When he blocked that palm, the tremor left behind made his palm burn.
"Your Holiness!" A red-haired man crawled up from behind the old man. It was the red-haired Orr who had just reunited with Isra.
"Leave this to me. Go and meet up with the others," the old man said calmly.
"But!?"
"Go!"
Orr gritted his teeth and turned to leave. However, at some point in time, a circle of strong men in black with submachine guns had surrounded the castle.
All of them had the same pattern on their clothes as Lu Sheng's. The pattern looked like a six-armed demon standing on a plate of flesh and blood.
Orr wanted to force his way out. But he instinctively felt a threatening prick on his forehead.
He stopped in his tracks and did not dare to move.
He looked from afar and saw that the men in black had set up their long-range rifles and were all aiming in his direction.
"King Cyril, do you know what you are doing?" The white-robed elder said calmly.
"I am unifying." Lu Sheng raised his foot and walked forward.
"Humans will always have many conflicting ideologies, just like how we all can be distracted. And what I want to do is … "
* Hum!! *
He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the greatsword that had appeared at lightning speed on his right side. He slammed it down.
* Boom!! *
The golden swordsman's entire body was smashed into the ground by the huge force, and he instantly fell down a level.
"It's purging."
Lu Sheng spread his arms.
"Look, the suffering of the world, the cries of the living. What I am doing is eliminating the distracting thoughts of the entire race and unifying their power. "
"You're probably the only one who would talk about eliminating dissidents in such a noble way …" The old man said coldly.
"Nature follows the law of the jungle, isn't it to filter out the strongest that can protect itself? As for me, I am the strongest of them all. So, I am not eliminating dissidents, but rather protecting nature and maintaining world peace. "Lu Sheng smiled.
"Ridiculous!" The old man quickly moved forward, his body leaving a series of afterimages behind. His palms twisted rapidly, turning into two white vortexes of light that slammed towards Lu Sheng.
Lu Sheng's right palm shot out, intercepting the old man's arm. His left hand turned into a claw and grabbed the old man's neck.
"Bam."
The two of them separated and charged at each other at lightning speed.
This was the first time Lu Sheng had met an opponent who could truly keep up with his speed. In fact, the other party was even faster than him.
Every time the old man turned a part of his body into white light, his speed would increase by a large margin. So much so that even he could not catch up.
Every time their fists and kicks collided, a large amount of dust would fly. Their clothes were torn apart by the violent collisions.
Lu Sheng simply tore off the torn parts, revealing his muscular upper body. His hands turned into countless afterimages as he continuously blocked the old man's attacks from all directions.
Both of them were extraordinarily strong, completely exceeding the limits of what humans could achieve.
Isra hid behind them, but his ears were slowly going deaf from the loud vibrations.
He knew he had to leave, or his ears would be deafened if he stayed any longer.
* Bam!! *
Just as he was about to leave, the white-robed old man nearby spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying by a punch. He landed on the crown of the trees around the castle.
Just as Lu Sheng was about to give chase, a dark gold greatsword suddenly appeared under his feet. He took a step back and stomped on the ground. The entire ground finally shattered with a loud rumble and collapsed.
He fell to the first floor, and in less than three seconds, there was a muffled rumble as the castle's main gate flew out along with a dark gold silhouette, crashing heavily into the garden ahead.
Lu Sheng slowly walked out from the broken gate and looked at the dark gold swordsman who kept spitting out blood.
"Looks like the Isis Church intends to go against me to the end?"
Although his opponent was fast, his actual combat realm was weaker than his.
The old man not far away propped himself up from under a tree. His face was red, and blood flowed out of his eyes and nostrils.
Although he had gained a lot from studying the Book of Inception, his current abilities came from it. It was a combination of all sorts of special techniques that came from the Book of Inception.
But all of this paled in comparison to King Cyril in front of him.
Camil had never seen such a powerful technique, as if it had been obtained through countless battles.
But in today's world, where could such a monster be created?
There were only a few masters of monster hunting in the Church of the Night Solitude who could reach this level. But whether it was against humans or monsters, Lu Sheng was the only one he had seen so far.
Waves of white light rose from Camil's body, and the blood on his face slowly evaporated. It was as if all of his injuries had healed, and he stood up once again.
But he knew that this was like drinking poison to quench his thirst. The Scar of Light could at most be considered to be an early overdraft, temporarily stopping all of his injuries from bleeding and worsening. But once the one-hour effect was over, his injuries would become even more serious than before.
"So, we need to end this quickly!" The white-robed old man tore off his outer robe. He leaped up and charged at Lu Sheng again.
The dark gold swordsman from before quickly climbed up from the gate and followed closely behind. The two surrounded Lu Sheng with all their might, but every attack was met with a faster and heavier counterattack.
The huge shock caused their internal organs to become more and more overwhelmed.
They did not know how long they could last, and their plan to kill him had completely failed.
They had used Isra to lure King Cyril and pretend to take the Book of Inception, but in reality, they were trying to kill Lu Sheng.
But unfortunately, Lu Sheng's strength far exceeded their expectations. The Pope of the Church of Nightfall had personally taken action, and even with Isis and the Dark Templar's Holy Light Knight, they could only barely hold on.
The key now was to think of a way to escape in time.
This place was far from the church, and they could not provide large-scale support. The longer they delayed, the more they would fall into Cyril's encirclement, and it would be even more difficult for them to escape.
As time passed, the two became more and more anxious.
For a moment, Isra, Oer, and the others could only see a white and a dark gold streak of light attacking Lu Sheng at high speed.
But Lu Sheng only needed to casually block their attacks, and occasionally counterattack. This was enough to make the two battered and exhausted, and they had to retreat for a few seconds before they could attack again.
Isra had long since been forced to retreat dozens of meters away, and she met up with Cyril's Illusory Fist Sect disciples.
Cultivating the Illusory Fist Sect and consuming Bahan's flesh allowed the Illusory Fist Sect disciples to greatly increase their speed and strength in a short period of time. Their bodies also became more and more similar to Lu Sheng's appearance.
Although their close-range combat ability was still not comparable to Oer's, using firearms in a long-range battle was still a great deterrent.
Oer, who was not far away, was being continuously attacked by three snipers and more than ten powerful gunmen around him. He could not even raise his head, and his body had already been shot three times, and he was quite heavily injured.
Dark red blood kept bursting out of his body, turning into a barrier. But these barriers could not last for even a second. Before they could completely take shape, they were blasted apart by the powerful bombs. They could not take shape at all.
The short sword in his hand transformed into various blood-colored tentacles, and just as they changed shape, they were pierced through by the snipers. After several attacks, cracks appeared on the blade of the short sword, and it could no longer be used.
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