Repelling the Enemy

"Sean." Sean said calmly. There was no point in hiding his name, as it was impossible to conceal anyway.

In the Coiling Dragon world, one's appearance was unimportant and could be changed at will, but one's soul aura could not. Whatever you were born with, you remained, even if you eventually became a Highgod.

To Sean's knowledge, only the Bula Clan could alter their soul aura, but they only had one chance to do so, and once changed, it was set in stone.

As for various techniques to mask one's aura, they did exist, but they were useless before powerful experts and could not be maintained for a lifetime. Besides, the current Sean did not possess such abilities.

Within the Radiant Church, too many people knew him, so it was inevitable that the entire Zhongyuan Continent would soon find out.

Furthermore, he would need to rely on the power of faith for his cultivation later on, so he actually needed his name to spread across the Zhongyuan Continent.

"Sean? That genius from the Radiant Church? How could it be you?" A look of disbelief appeared in Patrick's eyes.

Although the combat power Sean had just displayed was strong—his physical attacks were not even inferior to his own—he was still just a Lowgod. His soul was too weak; he could not possibly be his opponent.

Therefore, he hadn't taken it to heart. To him, the six-man formation of the Radiant Church was far more troublesome.

Yet, he did know of Sean. Although he hadn't paid much attention, he knew this person should only be around thirty years old. What kind of genius could become a god in thirty years?

Theoretically, reaching the Saint level in one's twenties was a genius among geniuses. Then, by refining a Godhead, it was possible to reach the god level between the ages of 50 and 100. But Sean was so strong that he was clearly at the peak of the Lowgod level; he could not have become a god by refining a Godhead.

It was incomprehensible.

The ten Lowgods of the Radiant Church were gathered around Sean at this moment. Although they had already known, when Sean admitted it himself, their hearts were filled with the same shock and disbelief.

Down in the army, some Saint-level experts of the Radiant Church felt emotions that were beyond words.

"Leilia, how did this Sean become a god?"

Before he could recover from the sight of that familiar figure in the sky, Leilia received a telepathic message from his father, Toleya.

"Father, I don't know either. When we parted ways, he was only at the 9th rank. It's only been a dozen years!" Leilia didn't know what to say.

He had thought that by breaking through to the Saint level under the guidance of a god-level expert, he was already quite impressive. He had assumed that the next time they met, Sean would likely not have reached the Saint level yet.

After all, breaking through to the Saint level was too difficult. He never dreamed that Sean would actually be a god-level expert, and one who could easily slaughter gods in front of the Radiant Church's millions of troops.

Of course, the speed at which Sean and the other god-level experts fought was not necessarily clear even to the Saints, but god-level experts would often inform their favored Saint-level subordinates or disciples about such battles.

Sean's name would likely soon echo throughout the entire Zhongyuan Continent.

Elsewhere in the army, other Saints also learned what had happened. This battle was a victory for the Radiant Church, killing six god-level experts of the Darkness Church in one go. Not to mention the present, even in the past million years, it was rare for god-level experts to fall.

"Sean." Patrick's eyes narrowed. Ignoring the ten Lowgods around Sean, he charged at him with full force, simultaneously launching his strongest soul attack toward Sean.

Although he was a Midgod and much stronger than a Lowgod, it was still dangerous if there were too many Lowgods.

Especially with soul attacks; if he were truly struck by the souls of ten Lowgods, there was a risk of falling, even though he cultivated the Death Law, which was adept at soul manipulation.

If it were any other Lowgod, he wouldn't have cared. If he couldn't kill them today, he would just find another opportunity later.

But a person who wasn't even a Saint a dozen years ago and had become a peak Lowgod today—this felt so absurd, so impossible, yet it was happening right before his eyes.

It forced him to believe that the talent of the person before him was truly heaven-defying.

Since such a person was his enemy, he had to strike while the opponent was still a Lowgod. Otherwise, if the opponent broke through to become a Midgod, he might be the one to die.

Sean did not panic at the sudden attack; in fact, it was within his expectations.

If their positions were reversed, he would certainly use any means necessary to annihilate such a potential future threat while it was still in its infancy.

A Midgod, especially one practicing the Death Law, launching a full-force soul attack at a Lowgod was essentially a matter of life and death in a single strike.

However, Sean was no ordinary Lowgod.

A soul attack erupted from Sean's eyes. The black soul energy immediately collided with Patrick's. It was clearly inferior to the opponent's, but after the annihilation, the opponent's soul attack weakened significantly.

The other god-level experts around Sean reacted immediately, hurriedly launching their own soul attacks. However, they couldn't lock onto Patrick's soul attack because it was too fast, so they attacked Patrick himself instead.

After unleashing his strongest soul attack, Patrick retreated rapidly, dodging the soul attacks of the other Lowgods. However, the distance was a bit too close, and he only managed to evade seven of the ten attacks.

Three soul attacks struck him squarely. Although the aura of a Soul Golden Bead emanated from his body again, his expression changed drastically; the previous battle had already consumed much of his soul energy.

Now, he could only hope that his strongest soul attack would kill this super genius, Sean.

"This is impossible." Patrick's eyes were filled with disbelief. After his soul attack hit Sean, the latter showed no change at all.

Even for an average Midgod, if he couldn't kill them, they shouldn't be completely unscathed, right?

"Now it's my turn." Sean's eyes shifted. Holding the Purple Blood God Sword, he charged at Patrick like lightning.

Patrick's soul attack had struck the soul-defending Sovereign Artifact in Sean's mind, shattering instantly like an egg hitting a rock. The energy was immediately reduced by more than half, and the remaining soul power circled around before finding a gap and attacking inward.

Even a Midgod's soul attack, with half its energy spent, was not something Sean could easily block. In that instant, Sean immediately refined three Amethysts using the Coiling Dragon Ring to hold off the attack.

In the Higher Planes, powerful Highgods could directly refine Soul Golden Beads, but ordinary gods could not. This was why Patrick and the others could only recover their souls slowly. For Sean, however, with a Sovereign Artifact, he could refine them instantly.

It could be said that without a soul-defending Sovereign Artifact, and without Amethysts or Soul Golden Beads, even a God-Eater Rat would be dead if it encountered a god of a higher level.

Of course, if he didn't have the ability to protect himself, Sean wouldn't have come here to throw his life away. Fortunately, he hadn't needed to use Sovereign Power; that would have been too wasteful.

"Hmph, we shall meet again." Patrick couldn't understand how Sean had withstood his soul attack.

But now was not the time. The opponent's physical attacks were not inferior to his own, his soul was not afraid of him, and with that many Lowgods around, he risked falling if he stayed.

A Midgod's speed was significantly fast. Even when Sean closed the distance, Patrick simply attacked with his spear, clashing against Sean's purple god sword.

"Boom!" The immense force sent both of them reeling backward. Patrick immediately used this momentum to flee like lightning.

However, he noticed that his weapon now had a crack in it.