When Yati first saw the man, she was momentarily stunned. Then, her eyes slowly widened. Her pupils dilated, and her entire body began to tremble violently as if she had used up all her strength.
Yati ran at high speed. She was like a lithe and vigorous cheetah in the forest.
"Pchht!"
The birds in the forest were so frightened that they flew far away. Some of the forest creatures with some intelligence also ran far away, afraid that they would be affected by the incident.
His eyes shone with a dark-yellow gray light. He gave off a peculiar feeling of greed and evil.
He was the only Holy Son.
Any Holy Son would have various life-saving techniques given to him by the church. Naturally, the only Holy Son would have even more.
Yati looked at the so-called Holy Son of the Ice Blue Church before her with disgust.
"Bam!"
In the forest far away behind them, a blurry, transparent ripple suddenly flashed past an altar.
When such a noble being was killed in this area, the huge reaction it produced was simply a great humiliation to any organization!
Then, the Ice Blue Church learned of the news and beat them to it. Her tribe was massacred. Her parents and relatives died before her eyes. Her grandfather used his life force to cast a super long-distance random teleportation spell and sent her to the faraway land of extreme cold.
…
She had transformed from an ordinary and beautiful girl into a warrior at the pinnacle of the Gold Tier.
"A mere monster of the Blood of the Void! How can you kill so many church knights? Atone for your sins! "a voice shouted from afar.
"Don't even think of escaping this time!" Ampnos approached with a savage smile.
…
Yati looked up. Then, she swiftly retreated and ran into the distance.
The corners of Lu Sheng's lips curled up slightly. He stood before the window in his study and looked at the cloud-filled sky.
The sky seemed to be enraged by the death of the Blood of God. A clap of thunder suddenly exploded in the clear sky.
"Blasphemer!"
…
The two of them charged forward and dodged the golden lightsaber.
"Hiss …"
In that instant, Yati's right arm swelled and twisted. She grabbed forward and propelled herself forward. Her speed was extremely fast, almost a few times faster than before.
In the blink of an eye, she smashed into the golden-robed man's chest.
However, as soon as Yan Ling spoke, a giant golden scythe slashed toward Yati's back.
Tia gave it her all. Her eyes were bloodshot as she swung her saber at her opponent's vitals with almost no regard for her own life.
"We adults shouldn't get involved in a fight between two children." Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind him.
"Adjudicator?!" Bavithan's expression changed slightly.
"No!! No! You can't kill me! I am Constana Osho, the only holy son of the Ice Blue Vatican! "
Yati took a step forward and slashed the fatty's neck with her saber. His head was immediately severed.
"I advise you not to make a move." Candi Diboer smiled helplessly and pointed behind him. "Originally, it was just a fight between two little fellows. It's already an exaggeration to have us involved. If you expand the matter further, you have a boss behind you, and I have a boss behind me. If a fight were to break out, I don't know if I can save my people, but I'm sure the Ice Blue Cult Nation won't be able to escape. "
BOOM!!!
The huge bone sword slashed at the huge knight's sword with unimaginable dexterity.
"Do you have any last words?" She tightened her grip on the blade. She did not relax at all.
The man shuddered. A hint of shock flashed across his eyes. He hastily teleported to the left before turning around to look at where he was originally standing.
…
"Come on … Whether it's an incarnation or a clone, come and have a taste of it …"
The City of Dawn.
Because of her mistake, her tribe had been annihilated. However, she could not atone for her sins with her death. She still had a grudge to avenge.
As a Holy Earl, Ampnos had obviously fallen into a disadvantageous position.
The only holy son was a human who had inherited the bloodline of a true god from the Vatican. It could be said that apart from the chosen ones, he was the closest to a god.
The scythe mysteriously shattered halfway. The claw smashed into Philemon's chest again.
The space automatically shattered with a whoosh. A white-robed man shrouded in golden light slowly walked out from the ripples in the space.
…
Next to the giant tree, a strange man with red light all over his body was floating.
However, she did not run far before a handsome man dressed in a long golden robe appeared in front of her. He blocked her path.
"Don't even think about it!" Ampnus roared. He lunged forward. "Light Cross!"
"Oh god! Please respond to the call of your bloodline!! "He suddenly shouted loudly, and complicated golden patterns suddenly lit up on his back.
"Boom!"
Tia knew very well that if she killed the only holy son, then what awaited her would be the most powerful batch of experts from the Ice Blue Vatican. They were at least legendary!
"Pchht!"
A thin wound continuously oozed out from the fat pig's neck.
Hatred gushed out from the bottom of her heart like a fountain. The hatred was so intense that she did not even notice if there were other experts around the man.
The only holy son was still screaming in pain. He was not dead yet. The powerful God's Blood allowed him to have a tough body that allowed him to survive such injuries.
Memories of the bloody past flashed in Tia's eyes. Her slightly hesitant hand swiftly steadied itself.
His opponent was very powerful. He could only use this method to slowly accumulate his advantage. He could not kill him in a short period of time.
Two similarly large weapons mercilessly slashed at each other with their sharpest parts, but every time, it would become an evenly matched collision.
He took a step forward. He was about to dash toward the battlefield.
"Ah!"
He had barely taken a few steps when a bloody hole the size of a human head was blasted open on his back.
Tia was expressionless. Scenes of her hiding in the dark and witnessing her kin being slaughtered flashed in her mind.
"Whoosh!"
After killing the ambusher, she sprinted into the distance.
Tia wielded her beloved blade, the Twisted Blade. Blood was still dripping from the blade. However, the blade was placed horizontally on the neck of an extremely fat pig.
"Holy Sound Adjudicator! Philemon! "
"No!" As if he understood the ruthlessness in Tia's eyes, the holy son screamed. He turned around and attempted to stumble toward the forest.
There, she cultivated her martial arts diligently. She worked hard to learn various assassination techniques and ambushing techniques.
…
"Twist, All Creation Blade." She pulled out the Twisted Blade with a single hand and leaped down. In the blink of an eye, she sliced a hiding Holy Samurai in half in the bushes.
Tia dodged to the left at lightning speed. She avoided the axe by a hair's breadth. She somersaulted and leaped onto a tree trunk before crouching down.
"Tia Qiongling, the last descendant of the Void Bloodline. I didn't expect you to be able to do this. "The man stared at Tia with a gaze that was mixed with pity and calmness.
Bavithan swung his bone blade in a frenzy in silence. He was engaged in a fierce battle with a muscular Holy Samurai with long red hair.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, a silver battle axe slashed toward her from the left. It was accompanied by a huge impact and lightning speed. The surface of the axe was covered in special silver runes.
"It's you! Candi Borl!? You've escaped!? "Greater shock and fear flashed across Reysa's eyes. He quickly pinched the Lord's Ring on his middle finger.
The halo instantly expanded. It was as if it was about to devour his opponent along with his greatsword.
"Bam!"
Tia could not understand what he was saying at all. She only knew how to attack, attack, and attack.
"You!" Reysa clenched his fists. He was about to inform the Lord but he slowed down.
"No! Don't kill me! I beg you! I beg you! If you kill me, the church will issue the highest order to kill you! You can't escape! "The fat pig knelt on the ground and begged loudly. He did not have the slightest bit of self-awareness and dignity as a descendant of the gods.
"Give up … Your legendary ability is useless against me." Bavithan calmly slashed at his opponent.
This fat pig's face was covered in tears and mucus. His lower body was full of urine and feces. The stench was unbearable. The church's high-level cultivator robe he wore was already dyed red and yellow.
…
Caught off guard, the golden-robed man was at a disadvantage from the beginning. However, he quickly turned the situation around. Streaks of golden light shone in his hands from time to time. It showed that he was a dual cultivator of magic and martial arts.
The Holy Barbaric Ampnus had already used all his strength. However, he still could not see any hope of breaking through his opponent.
"Now, nobody can save you." The man chuckled. "This shall be your final burial ground. The Void Bloodline shall end here. I'll erect a tombstone for you in the future. Consider it a reward for your great deeds."
"Pchht!"
At this moment, there was only one person in Tia's sight.
However, he did not use this body to fight against the enemy. He only used it as a last chance to beg for mercy.
The shockwaves from their battle had already destroyed the entire canyon. Rocks and fallen trees littered the ground.
"Long time no see, Your Highness Reza." The red-glowing man smiled and raised his hand.
At that time, she had unintentionally revealed the greatest treasure of her tribe in her competition and flaunting. It was a contract summoning order from the void.
However, she did not care. She clawed at Philemon's neck again.
"Crack!"
"Holy Scythe!" The golden-robed man, Philemon, spat out a mouthful of blood in pain. The layers of golden holy power protection on his body were all torn apart by the twisted and swollen claw.
A wave of miserable cries mixed with begging and weeping spread far and wide from the dilapidated camp.
In an instant, a golden sword of light shot toward them from afar.
In the forest, two figures, one golden and one black, were fighting at lightning speed. Sparks from the explosions of weapons kept sputtering between the two of them.
"Alright, alright. Don't be so nervous. Relax. We haven't seen each other for 1,000 years ever since you ignited the Divine Fire. Come, let's have a drink. " Candi Dibol snapped his fingers lazily. A table and two chairs appeared between the two of them. Fine wine and delicacies appeared on the table automatically.
He raised his head and vomited a large amount of blood. His face was sickly pale.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
Many people thought that the Only Saint was a handsome, stalwart, and handsome man with a sense of justice. However, what she saw made Tia, who had once imagined the image of the Only Saint, feel nauseous.
"Holy Voice!" Almost at this instant, a furious roar came from behind Bavidan.
"Babel." Bavidan took a step back. His right eye shone with a bewitching purple whirlpool-like halo.
His eyes, which shone with countless white stars, saw Philemon who was being beaten up from afar. A hint of anger flashed across his eyes.
Tia slowly put down the twisted blade in her hand. When she was destroying the outpost, she happened to bump into the Only Saint who was patrolling. Hence, this scene happened.
A nebula-like halo exploded from the greatsword in his hands. He roared furiously and charged toward his opponent with all his strength.
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