Instant Kill of Two Sages

When the two figures in the sky were less than five thousand meters away and still showed no sign of slowing down, Carl had a rough idea of who they were.

"Enemies, not friends."

Carl did have a few friends among the Saints, but most of them were only at the Mid Saint Realm.

After all, many of those at the Peak Saint Realm were hidden away somewhere, cultivating in seclusion.

Realizing that the newcomers were Saints and most likely not friends, Carl rose into the air and shot toward the clouds.

"Stop right there!" Carl shouted.

"Haha! Carl Talos, hand over the Magic Crystal, and I might spare your life!" Yale shouted back.

"So they really came for the Magic Crystal." A vicious glint flashed in Carl's eyes.

The next moment, waves of Mental Power spread outward from Carl.

Soon, his range increased from five thousand meters to ten thousand.

Then twenty thousand.

Then fifty thousand.

Carl amplified his Mental Power tenfold. When he sensed no fourth Saint within a radius of fifty thousand meters, the vicious glint in his eyes became impossible to hide.

"You two puny Saints dare to cause trouble on my turf?"

The look he gave them, as if they were already dead, made both men's hearts jolt. More importantly, Yale and Ul both sensed the terrifying strength of his aura.

"Damn it, he's at the Peak Saint Realm!"

Yale's expression changed dramatically. He couldn't spare a thought for anything else and immediately turned to flee. As for Ul, who was only at the Early Saint Realm and had yet to grasp Momentum of Heaven and Earth, he felt as if he were trapped in a quagmire, every movement unbearably difficult.

"It's over!"

Realizing that they had actually set their sights on a Peak Saint Realm expert, Yale felt his heart sink.

The next moment, a streak of Azure Light flashed by. Ul saw a headless man appear in the air.

"Is that... my body?"

As the sword that had taken his head struck home, Ul realized he had been killed. His consciousness plunged into darkness.

"Wait!"

Sensing Ul's aura vanish in an instant, Yale—who had flown less than a thousand meters—put on a terribly strained expression and hurriedly shouted.

"I'm with the Dark Church! I came to discuss buying Magic Crystals. You can't kill me! This is all a misunderstanding!" Yale felt as if he were using every last bit of strength he had.

"Come on, legs! Run faster!"

Though Yale was flying, he wished he had eight more legs.

"Do you think I'll believe that?"

Before Carl had even finished speaking, a pale green sword gleam flashed through the air.

Yale, who had still been a thousand meters away, was cut in two.

Carl had sliced him cleanly in half at the waist.

"So this is what a Saint who doesn't cultivate Battle Qi is like."

In the space of a few breaths, Carl had killed them both.

These Saints, who seemed to stand at the very pinnacle of the Yulan Continent, were no different from ants in Carl's eyes.

Back at the palace, Carl reviewed what he had learned from the fight.

Over the years, he had fought most often during his military service, from the age of sixteen to twenty-six.

"The Peak Saint Realm truly is a power that stands at the very top of the Yulan Continent."

His Battle Qi used Momentum of Heaven and Earth as a bridge to draw upon the power of the Laws between heaven and earth.

Though Carl had only swung his sword twice, each strike contained the energy of more than a thousand Wind Elements.

The Peak Saint Realm's ability to unleash thousands or even tens of thousands of attacks in an instant didn't mean one literally swung a weapon that many times. It came from the power of the Mysteries contained in each attack.

Different Mysteries manifested in different ways. After years of insight, Carl's understanding of the Wind Element still centered on pushing it to its limits.

Being able to wield dozens or even hundreds of strands of Wind Element to form an attack meant one had just begun to grasp the Mysteries.

Being able to unleash thousands upon thousands of attacks meant one had truly mastered some of the power of the Wind Mysteries.

Beyond that, there were different paths to take.

One could keep delving deeper, unleashing hundreds of thousands of attacks infused with the Mysteries in an instant, or gather all those Mysteries together.

"Just as one gives rise to two, two to three, and three to all things, one can also seek one's own unity within all things."

After all, the same Mystery could be used to attack or defend, depending on how it was applied. It could also increase one's speed, restore one's body, or control others.

Carl clearly felt that he had gained a little more understanding of the Wind Mysteries.

"What? They're dead?"

Lashev looked utterly incredulous. Those had been two Saints, yet they hadn't even managed to escape.

"There's no need to be surprised anymore. If he killed them without giving them a chance to flee, Carl is probably a powerhouse on the same level as us," Ulamigier said calmly.

As a Six-Winged Fallen Angel at the Peak Saint Realm, Ulamigier naturally didn't care whether a few Saints lived or died.

After all, Fallen Angels were different from ordinary beings. Their power came from the Sovereign, which meant that the Mysteries they could use also came from the Sovereign's insights.

Those were Mysteries at the Great Accomplishment level. They were limited only by the strength of their bodies; if they used power beyond the Peak Saint Realm, their bodies would collapse.

Fallen Angels were artificial lifeforms with thoughts of their own. However, in the Divine Plane, they were suppressed by the Sovereign, and everything revolved around the Sovereign.

"But this is the Material Plane."

In the Material Plane, even the Sovereign's power was greatly suppressed. Ulamigier had long since regained his sense of self. Otherwise, why would Angels fall in the Material Plane? It was because of this very reason.

"But what do we do now? Since Yale and the others have already made their move, Carl Talos may target us next," Mite said from the side.

"It doesn't matter. Even if he has grasped the Mysteries, there are still differences between those at the Peak Saint Realm. As long as he isn't at the Pope's level, I have nothing to fear," Ulamigier said confidently.

"Are you planning to act personally?" Lashev asked.

"Of course not. Why would I offend a Peak Saint Realm expert over Magic Crystals?" Ulamigier said, looking exasperated.

No matter how powerful Magic Crystals were, they only mattered to those below the Saint Realm. They could only influence wars fought by those beneath the Saint Realm.

After all, eternal Saints still had their pride to consider.

If one slaughtered mortals on a grand scale today, people might still look down on them thousands of years later.

"Since it's already happened, we have only two choices now. One is to send another Peak Saint Realm expert to try to kill him, though the chances of success are low. The second is to buy a large batch of Magic Crystals directly from him and hand over that ninth-level traitor as well," Ulamigier said.

"I understand." Mite immediately caught on.

The two Saints who had acted were dead, leaving the two of them as the masterminds behind the affair. They would have to take the blame.

As for whether Carl believed them, unless they were ready to fall out with him completely, the two sides would simply have to compromise.