This sword pierced through Bloodfire and struck Gu Shen squarely in the forehead.
Yet it produced an extremely hard, crisp sound.
Clang!
After that, there was no more sound.
That frail, thin chime echoed through the dust. Adam, who had fled the instant his strike failed, stood a hundred meters away. Calmly lowering his head, he looked at the broken scrap-metal shortsword in his palm.
Layers of Blood-colored Flame spread apart as Blazing Fire tore through the sudden mental binding barrier layer by layer.
Gu Shen slowly stepped out from within.
Dense black iron scales coiled around his brow.
That was right. The Sixth Order Source Armor could indeed only protect his body, but he also had the Iron Throne... A weapon made from ordinary material like Winged Iron simply could not pierce the layered defense of the iron scales.
"What a surprise."
Gu Shen's tone was mocking. There was not the slightest surprise on his face as he said expressionlessly, "I really didn't expect to see you in Sang Continent Grotto. What should I say now?"
"Since old acquaintances are reuniting, you could say, 'Fate brings friends together from afar.'"
Adam tossed aside the scrap metal and smiled. His pupils had turned completely blood-red.
"Who's acquainted with you?"
Gu Shen sneered. "I'd rather say... trash belongs in the latrine, not out here disgusting people. The Church of Storms' greatest failure these past few years was not getting rid of you."
After the Tin Silver City incident in the Southern Continent ended, Xiao should have been hunted relentlessly by the church.
Gu Shen had thought that even if this guy escaped the pursuit of a saint, he would not have had an easy time of it. Yet not long afterward, they had met again in Rhine City, Central Continent.
Bloodfire