A Pseudo Spirit Weapon.
Pseudo Spirit Weapon, as the name suggests, are created to imitate Spirit Weapon.
Its power is barely comparable to that of Spirit Weapon, but it is a one-time use weapon.
The Holy Son currently only possesses this one weapon, one of the trump cards His Holiness the Pope gave him to save his life.
"Go to hell!"
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice roared, and a golden arrow shot out like a meteor, its shaft shrouded in rising mist, as if to ignite the air.
Big Black hurriedly spread its wings to block, but unexpectedly, the golden arrow pierced through its wings, sending up thick smoke.
The pain caused it to plummet from the sky.
Despite being blocked by the Big Black, the golden arrow maintained its speed in the slightest.
Instead of slowing down, it's getting faster and faster.
not good!
Jiang Fan sensed a strong danger coming from behind him and pushed Wang Yao away without thinking.
The moment he was pushed away, before he could even defend himself...
"Clang!"
The golden arrow pierced his body.
"Puff!"
A mouthful of blood gushed out, flowing down his jawline as it was blocked by the mask.
An indescribable burning sensation devoured every nerve in his body, and the golden arrows left inside him, carrying steaming mist, seemed to corrode him, constantly worsening his injuries.
His consciousness momentarily dissipated, and he seemed to fall like an autumn leaf, swaying precariously, before collapsing to the ground.
As Jiang Fan's body gradually shrunk, Wang Yao's pupils suddenly dilated, and her face revealed boundless panic.
She had clearly seen that what pierced Jiang Fan's body was not an ordinary alloy weapon, but Pseudo Spirit Weapon!
Moreover, judging from the thick smoke emanating from Jiang Fan's wound, this Pseudo Spirit Weapon carries terrifying corrosive and burning damage.
After realizing what was happening, she immediately grabbed Jiang Fan's shoulder.
Jiang Fan was kneeling on one knee, still spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
Soon the ground was completely stained red with blood.
"Cough cough!"
Accompanied by violent coughing, fresh blood continued to spurt out.
Seeing this scene, Wang Yao was heartbroken and furious.
She had never seen him so badly injured.
This deeply moved her; in the face of a life-or-death crisis, his first reaction was to push her away.
If he hadn't pushed her away, missing the best opportunity to defend himself, he wouldn't have been so badly injured, or perhaps he wouldn't have been injured at all.
"How are you? Quickly, take the medicine."
Wang Yao took out a large pile of Body Restoration Pill from her spatial ring, grabbed a handful, and handed them to Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan's vision was blurred. Although he could see the Body Restoration Pill, his hands swayed from side to side, and he tried to grab it several times but failed.
Seeing this, Wang Yao grabbed Jiang Fan's hand and placed the Body Restoration Pill in his palm.
Jiang Fan lifted a corner of his mask, revealing his mouth, and swallowed all the Body Restoration Pill in his hand.
The ingestion of dozens of Body Restoration Pill cleared his mind considerably, but his injuries did not improve much.
The arrow was aimed at Jiang Fan's heart, but fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to use his Psychic Power to deflect the arrow's direction. Otherwise, with his heart pierced, there would have been no chance of recovery.
"Eat some more."
Wang Yao grabbed another handful and stuffed it into Jiang Fan's hand. Knowing that he was badly injured, Jiang Fan didn't stand on ceremony and quickly put it in his mouth.
He had just finished eating when Wang Yao stuffed another handful into his mouth.
Jiang Fan's injuries were only relieved after consuming several Body Restoration Pill.
Wang Yao stared at the arrow still lodged in Jiang Fan's body, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles cracked.
The next second, she grabbed the arrow shaft.
"Hiss--"
It hurt so much that Jiang Fan couldn't help but gasp.
My whole body was trembling slightly.
It's not that Jiang Fan isn't strong; on the contrary, his endurance is unmatched by most people.
It should be noted that this arrow is Pseudo Spirit Weapon with corrosive and burning properties, seemingly capable of burning away every drop of blood and every cell.
If it were anyone else, that kind of torture would probably have made them scream in agony, wishing they could just kill themselves and get it over with.
Jiang Fan didn't cry out in pain, not even once!
Wang Yao's eyes reddened even more with heartache, but this Pseudo Spirit Weapon had to be pulled out.
"I'll count to three, then you're ready."
Jiang Fan nodded.
"I'm starting."
As soon as Wang Yao finished speaking, she pulled the arrow out with a forceful pull.
"Uh-huh!"
Jiang Fan felt dizzy from the pain and couldn't help but complain in his mind.
Didn't we say to count to three?
Even if you lie to him, at least count one or two.
They just pulled it out right away, catching people completely off guard.
The novel was right: the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie.
Wang Yao turned to the fat man, " Xiao Sanjin, you take care of him."
"Oh, oh, oh." The fat man ran over, looking dazed.
Wang Yao slowly stood up, her eyes filled with frost as she looked at the Holy Son of the Church of Justice.
"If you dare hurt him, I'll kill you!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Yao shot forward like a meteor, wielding her whip and bringing it down hard.
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice was both shocked and jealous.
"Why? What's so good about him? I'm the Holy Son of the Church of Justice!"
" The Holy Son of the Church of Justice is nothing! A fraud who only knows how to use other people's names, you're not even worth a hair on his head."
"Whoosh!"
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice was unable to dodge in time, and the whip, as swift as a snake, struck his face with perfect accuracy.
A deep, bone-revealing bloodstain suddenly appeared, running diagonally across his entire face.
"Aaaaaah!"
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice cried out in utter despair.
In an instant, all eyes were on him.
Even Jiang Fan, who was seriously injured, couldn't help but turn around to look after hearing that shrill scream.
hiss--
The skin was torn open and the flesh was ripped apart; it was a gruesome sight.
He thought to himself that if Wang Yao's whip had struck his face, he would have been disfigured.
Although Jiang Fan didn't care much about appearances or outward looks.
But who would want to be ugly if they could be handsome?
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice took out a mirror, looked at his utterly hideous reflection, and instantly went mad.
"You vile woman! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
Knowing he was no match for Wang Yao, he ordered his men in black robes to roar and shout.
"All of you, get her! Kill this woman! Kill her and I'll reward you handsomely! Otherwise, you'll all die!"
Upon hearing this, the men in black robes had no choice but to steel themselves and unleash their most powerful skills to surround and kill Wang Yao.
Jiang Fan's wound was still bleeding, but not as badly as before.
Seeing this, the fat man quickly took out a large pile of Body Restoration Pill.
"Um, you, please eat more to nourish your body."
The fat man's speech was somewhat incoherent, sometimes using "you" and sometimes "sir."
The main problem is that he doesn't know whether the person in front of him is the ancestor's beloved or not.
hiss--
How could he dare to be disrespectful to such an important figure?
But he always felt that his ancestors' ability to recognize people was somewhat unreliable.
There are still many doubts surrounding this.
What he couldn't understand most was that if the other party really was that peerless figure who once stood above all Martial Artist on the entire Blue Star, how could he be injured so easily?