The Boring Farce Should End

"No! That's impossible!" Qin Songting howled in despair, suspecting that he had fallen under an illusion.

How could such a powerful person exist in this world? No, that wasn't right. This wasn't even a person! He was practically a god!

He even suspected that even if he mobilized Dawn City's entire army, they still wouldn't be able to dirty so much as the hem of the Black King's clothes.

The Golden Sword in Bai Ye's hand slowly dissipated, turning into golden radiance that filled the sky.

The Knight Card had been used up.

Although this battle had involved no fierce confrontation, with the enemies standing still after washing their necks and waiting for him, every time the Golden Sword severed the [Armor] on an enemy's body, it consumed a portion of its power.

After killing the Wolf Fang Unit, the Golden Sword's power had completely dissipated.

And that was without Bai Ye using the Knight Card to manifest Knight Armor. Otherwise, it would have been consumed even faster.

Still, he wasn't bothered. As long as the [Law-Stealing Hand] remained, couldn't he have as many [Skull Cards] as he wanted?

Xiao Tong would have to suffer a little, though. Xiao Tong was so generous; she probably wouldn't mind, right?

At worst, he could let Xiao Tong touch his thigh when he got back.

But the next time he borrowed [Knight], he wouldn't take it all and leave An Xiaotong in a weakened state. He would borrow only part of it—enough to form a Knight Sword.

Gods had no need for defense.

"Is there anyone else?" Bai Ye asked indifferently.

Qin Songting seemed scared witless as he backed away in terror like a maggot. "No, don't kill me! You can't kill me! The thirteen cities of Apocalypse rest on my shoulders. If