"Why is the legendary Supreme Warrior of the Dark... Holy Hall here?"
Above Mu Fan's head, a soundless figure silently appeared out of thin air. Two blades slashed down, cleaving through the air.
Boom!
The twin blades silently cut through Mu Fan's body from behind and struck the altar, kicking up a heaven-shaking cloud of dust.
Yet in Ambros's eyes, that figure glowing with a nether-green radiance simply dissolved beneath the two long blades.
The final Azure Armor War General, Yinnuoke, emerged from the dust.
He had been waiting for the chance to launch that final sneak attack.
Ambros, who had just worn a miserable expression, suddenly roared, "No—!"
Pfft!!
A green blade of light radiating extreme coldness suddenly flashed into existence.
Mu Fan appeared before Yinnuoke and lightly thrust forward with his right hand.
The Nether Green Photon Blade, along with half his arm, instantly pierced through Yinnuoke's Jadeite Core and emerged from the other side.
This Azure Armor War General, powerful enough to crush an entire race alone, was no more than a single-exchange opponent before Mu Fan.
As the massive body gradually dissolved and grew lighter, Mu Fan withdrew his arm without a trace of blood upon it.
With a hum, the blade vanished.
"You're far inferior to those Bugs."
Amid Mu Fan's calm voice, within the deathly silent altar and under countless reverent gazes, he steadily walked toward Ambros.
It was as if a bomb had detonated in Ambros's mind. He completely lost his usual poise and began running backward in utter disgrace.
The moment those words were spoken, he finally became certain that Mu Fan truly was a Dark Holy Hall Warrior!
Only those warriors who made a profession of slaughtering the Zerg, the overlords of the starry skies, would say such things!
He truly