Above the powerful Hexagram Magic Formation that emitted a purple glow, a blood-stained figure was violently embedded in the tumultuous light. Beneath his body, the stone ground had already begun to shatter, sinking several centiters. If not for the imnsely strong Hexagram Magic Formation acting as a shield, the ground would certainly not look so pristine.
Even so, the scene was utterly horrifying and shocking to everyone present. In that instant, nearly everyone, including SS Ultimate Powerhouses like Beirut, Mardo, and Lorid, was left dumbstruck and speechless. Even though they were witnessing it with their own eyes, they still found it hard to believe. Hales, wielding the Beast King Gauntlets of Du Lunze, was actually beaten to the point of vomiting blood and sent plumting from the sky right before them. What in the hell is this?!
GULP. In the next shocking mont, the vast majority of those present couldn't help but swallow hard as an overwhelming sense of dread welled up inside them. By now, how could they not understand? That... that Easterner was truly terrifying. Even with Hales wielding a Mid-Grade Holy Artifact, he was still at a complete disadvantage! This was undoubtedly the most frightening and appalling realization for them.
The First Red Robed Bishop of the Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church, Hales, a fad and imposing SS Ultimate Powerhouse, is actually losing to a young man?
BANG!
"ROAR!"
"You little bastard, don't get too arrogant!"
In the next mont, another terrifying aura erupted from Hales as he lay slamd into the ground. A savage, blood-red light shot from his eyes, as if a luminous beast was breaking free from his body, filled with an uncontrollable, bloodthirsty lust for slaughter. Clearly, after being repeatedly knocked from the sky by that young upstart, Hales could no longer endure the sha and humiliation.
If word of today's battle got out, that he, the esteed First Red Robed Bishop of the Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church, had been beaten so miserably and was outmatched from start to finish... where could he possibly show his face?
And so, a horrifying scene unfolded from his body, which was already losing control. The holy light surrounding him began to peel away, inch by inch.
HUM!
At the sa ti, as if the voice of a Divine Spirit rang out, the shedding holy light was stained blood-red. It gradually turned crimson before soaring into the air and rging with a pillar of bright energy that had, at so unknown point, risen high behind Hales. Then, it transford into a Holy Sword.
Instantly, the very air beca suffocating.
"O God of Light, master of all, please grant your most faithful servant strength… Holy Light Divine Sword—Judgent!" Hales, his face a mask of pure savagery, locked his distorted gaze on Chen Fei as his grim roar echoed throughout the underground region.
BOOM!
In that mont, the terrifying Holy Sword pressed down like a tornado, a scene of such overwhelming force that it felt like absolute, horrifying annihilation. As the others present witnessed this astonishing scene, their expressions changed drastically. Even Beirut, Mardo, and the others wore looks of incredible shock.
"Fuck! Has Hales lost his mind!?" Beirut swore, his face livid. With an unusually grim tone, he said, "He's actually using that move! Doesn't he know where we are? What will happen if the seal on the stone gate is accidentally destroyed!?"
Of course, he was well aware that the move Hales was now displaying was his ultimate trump card, his most powerful killing blow. It was so potent that even SSS-Level Powerhouses would have to temporarily avoid its edge. If it were to disturb the seal on the stone gate…
Lorid, Mardo, and the others also felt their scalps go numb. They never expected Hales to be pushed this far, to the point of using his strongest, ultimate trump card. If even SS Ultimate Powerhouses of their caliber were this shocked, one could only imagine how pale and terrified the others were. However, this thought had barely lingered in their minds for a second before a cold, ruthless voice suddenly struck their hearts.
"Old Rascal, do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, narrowed his eyes. The corners of his mouth then lifted into a defiant and ruthless smirk.
"Hua Lian!"
As he spoke, the area that seed on the verge of being swallowed by the terrifying sea of holy light energy suddenly shuddered as if in slow motion. Before the eyes of the distant onlookers, countless crimson lines, like intricate patterns, spread out from the edge of the holy light, extending in all directions to form a giant, blooming flower—a Hua Lian.
Seeing this, Hales, whose face had been filled with endless killing intent, suddenly paled. An irrepressible chill shot up from the soles of his feet.
RUMBLE…
However, before he could process it further, a deafening roar resounded. A jet of fla surged upwards, enveloping the area where Chen Fei stood. Then, the power of the Holy Sword cascaded down like a terrifying waterfall, subrging everything.
But the problem was, its power couldn't breach the Hua Lian's defense in the slightest. In other words, Hales's strongest, most powerful killing move couldn't even break the defense of Chen Fei, Young Master Chen.
At that, everyone on the scene was truly dumbfounded. Mardo stared blankly. Lorid's gaze was frozen, his fingers trembling. And yet, it wasn't over.
WHOOSH!
In the next instant, with a sound like a figure streaking through the air, the onlookers' eyes widened. That... that Easterner had sohow erged from the bizarre and frighteningly defensive fla lotus. He appeared less than a ter in front of Hales, eting the man's terrified, sweat-drenched gaze as he reached out his hand…
CRACK!
With a sound like snapping bone, Hales let out a horrifying scream. A bloody arm was twisted clean off, dropping to the ground with a soft thud. In an instant, everyone's pupils contracted violently as the atmosphere turned deathly still.
"`This... I...` HISS!"
Never mind the ordinary SS or SS Peak powerhouses from the Western Dark World; even Beirut, Mardo, and Lorid felt their hearts pound and their scalps tingle. It was understandable; after all, even they could never have imagined this outco. That was Hales! The preeminent First Red Robed Bishop of the Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church, a true SS Ultimate Powerhouse! And now? He had been defeated by an Eastern youth who looked to be in his twenties at most. More importantly, he had one of his arms ripped off.
This achievent... perhaps even Mardo, or even Beirut… couldn't accomplish it, right? More importantly, they might not have dared…
Twisting off one of Hales's arms—if that wasn't burning all bridges, what was? Behind Hales stood the Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church!
Besides them, many others had started to break out in a cold sweat. Just monts ago, in the dark red palace, they had been mocking Chen Fei, following Hales's lead to embarrass him. And now? Even Hales had his arm brutally torn off. And them? They were probably less than nothing.
BANG!
"Old Rascal, you said you wanted to kill ? Tell , what do you think would happen if I were to stomp down right now?" Just then, Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, viciously stomped on the chest of the grievously injured Hales. He spoke as if making a casual remark, but his words sent a bone-deep chill through everyone present.
No, it can't be... Is this guy actually going to kill him?
"You—what do you think you're doing!? Do-do you know who I am? The Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church is behind !" Hales's bloodied body was pinned firmly under Chen Fei's foot. For anyone, this would be an imnse humiliation. But Hales had no ti to consider that now. He roared, putting up a fierce but hollow front.
He couldn't understand where Chen Fei got the audacity to do this. But the problem was... he could feel the killing intent, and it was terrifyingly real.
"`Young man...` Mr. Chen, please show rcy." Just then, Beirut's figure suddenly appeared before the two. He clenched his teeth, his expression complex as he spoke.
If this were anywhere else, he certainly wouldn't have stepped forward for Hales and risked offending such a monster, the terrifying Chen Fei. But Hales had been invited by their Brad Family today, so he had to be the one to step up.
Instantly, the onlookers' expressions turned rigid and incredibly complex. It was unbelievable. Who could have predicted that the First Red Robed Bishop of the Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church, the SS Ultimate Powerhouse Hales, would end up beaten like this, forcing Beirut himself to step in and plead for rcy? If word of this got out, it would probably trigger a massive earthquake across Europe.
That... that Easterner was simply too terrifying, too horrifying.
However, what shocked them most wasn't even that. It was what happened next. As Beirut's plea fell, the young Easterner's expression didn't change one bit. He continued to gaze coldly at Hales, his foot still planted on his chest, as if he hadn't heard a single word.
At that, Beirut's brow twitched violently.
"What's going on? Who is fighting in this Sealing Land?" Just then, a hoarse voice filled with suppressed anger echoed from the entrance to the underground area.
Instantly, all eyes swept over, landing on two Western old n with terrifyingly powerful auras who were slowly walking in from the passage.
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