Seedbed of Artifact Species (18)
What was that supposed to be, the White-hot Knight?
Fu Qian was one hundred percent certain there had been nothing in that spot just moments ago.
The attacker had appeared out of nowhere, as if stepping through the Veil he had mentioned from some inconceivable point in space and time.
And while it lacked the outrageous mechanics of Lord Angel Lord's Thousand Strikes in an Instant, this five-hit flurry at the speed of light was still horrifying.
Not only was it fast, its power was absurd.
By Fu Qian's estimation, if he hadn't immediately sensed something was wrong and activated Blood Conquest, even his demigod body might not have been able to withstand it head-on.
The proof was that despite dodging in time, he'd still been left with a wound across his chest.
There were no flashy special effects—just sheer destructive power.
Its force was so overwhelming that it had nearly pierced through his outer flesh and seeped into his Primal Self.
As a result, even the wound's healing speed had been affected to some extent.
The reason it was so astonishing was simple: the opponent seemed to be no weaker than him in terms of rank.
That's right. Along with the figure that had unleashed the five-hit thrust came an undisguised pressure.
This suspected Second Knight, who had appeared with such precision, was almost certainly a Second Order, just like him.
This mission was turning out to be rather exciting.
As he reflected on this, Fu Qian carefully observed the high-ranking Transcendent.
A head taller than Fu Qian in his Glorious Tyrant form, he had an excessively thin body that made his limbs look especially long.
But the sword in his hand was longer still.
Held in his left hand, the greatsword was almost