After the light faded, Perseus appeared where he had been, without suffering any serious injuries. Chen Fan frowned. This Authority really was unreliable—it had failed to kill even a god who had only recently been born.
"Huff...! Luckily, I am not a god of darkness. If I were, that move would have killed me. God Slayer, do you have any other Authorities? If not, then it will be my turn to kill you." Perseus was telling the truth. Or rather, gods disdained to lie. The reason he had not been badly injured was because he was the Persian Sun God himself. Light and heat were among the Sun God's divine attributes, so naturally, he could not be purified by light.
"Well! I knew Authorities and the like were unreliable, so I still have to use my own power against gods." With that, Chen Fan stomped his foot and charged toward Perseus.
So fast! Perseus was startled. He had not expected this God Slayer's speed to be so great. Perseus swiftly activated his divine defense and conjured a treasured sword in his hand, slashing at Chen Fan.
Whoosh! Chen Fan easily dodged Perseus's attack and appeared at his side.
...! Perseus was sent flying sideways by Chen Fan's kick.
Perseus had not expected Chen Fan to possess such terrifying strength, to send him flying so easily. His defense had nearly been broken. So strong. That was Perseus's evaluation of Chen Fan. He finally understood why Chen Fan had remained so relaxed after his powerful Authority had failed to accomplish anything.
"Such immense power. It seems I cannot fight you head-on." He could not let this fellow land a few more punches. A few more, and even his divinity would shatter.
"Whatever." As Chen Fan spoke, his figure vanished with a whoosh