A shield composed of countless identical, semi-transparent black rhombuses blocked all the incoming lightning.
The Preacher and Believer Clone standing behind were completely unharmed.
The Dharma King in heaven marveled at this scene, exclaiming, "Good heavens, he's treating you like his own son!"
Mist Lord: "What do you mean by recognizing a thief as one's father?"
The Believer Clone cursed, "Bullshit, I'm his father!"
The Preacher deactivated his shield and looked up straight ahead.
A man carrying a huge Sword Case was kneeling on one knee, his right fist resting on the ground.
Countless golden electric currents, like serpents, swam around its body.
The Preacher narrowed his eyes, and without saying a word, raised his cane and pointed it at Qin Ze.
In an instant, countless balls of black flame rained down like hailstones.
Qin Ze raised an eyebrow; this was a mage after all.
"Fine, let me test your mettle as a Preacher."
Qin Ze wrapped his arms around Miss Sword Case from behind and slammed her to the ground.
A shockwave shot forward in a fan shape, igniting the black fireballs one after another.
The Preacher stood still, tapped his cane lightly again, and the buildings on both sides immediately crashed down on Qin Ze.
Qin Ze aimed at the Preacher and hurled the Miss Sword Case with great force.
Seeing this, the Preacher immediately waved his cane again, and the buildings on both sides of the street collapsed one after another towards the middle of the street, attempting to bury Miss Sword Case in the ruins.
However, Miss Sword Case is quite tough.
With a series of loud bangs, she made her way through the collapsed buildings.
Qin Ze pushed off with both feet and rushed out like Superman along the path opened by Miss Sword Case.
The Preacher tapped his cane lightly on the ground again, and a semi-transparent black shield appeared.
boom--
The next second, Miss Sword Case slammed solidly onto it.
The violent shockwave surged outwards, cleaving the building in half.
Despite the impact from Miss Sword Case, the black shield remained impenetrable, without even a crack appearing.
The Preacher frowned.
He could clearly sense that this Sword Case was no ordinary Sword Case.
"Consider yourself a sacrifice to our Lord."
As he finished speaking, the whites of the Preacher's eyes turned completely black.
Black circles appeared around Miss Sword Case, binding her like chains.
"Ah!"
"I can't move!"
Miss Sword Case exclaimed in surprise.
Bang--
Qin Ze followed closely behind, his size 42 foot slamming into the black shield.
Click click click--
Numerous cracks spread outwards from the soles of Qin Ze's feet, and the shield shattered instantly.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Ze turned around and delivered another whip kick, creating a piercing sonic Sonic Boom in the air.
The Preacher blocked it with his cane, the powerful impact propelling him backward.
Even so, he did not forget his Believer Clone and still protected it tightly behind him.
Qin Ze retrieved the Miss Sword Case and forcefully tore off the black lasso.
The Dharma King asked curiously, "Doesn't your foot hurt?"
Qin Ze said in a deep voice, "I just kicked him dozens of meters away, and now you're asking me if my foot hurts?"
His Dharma King: "So it hurts?"
Qin Ze grinned. "Didn't you feel it just now?"
It really hurts.
But you have to endure the pain.
Otherwise, wouldn't that make us look foolish?
Qin Ze looked at the cane in the Preacher's hand.
Its hardness is comparable to that of Miss Sword Case.
If something could cause even a physical monster like him, whose physique is comparable to Level Nine Martial Artist, to feel pain, it must be no ordinary thing.
The Preacher said coldly, "I smell a very disgusting odor coming from you."
Qin Ze said calmly, "What a coincidence, me too."
This was his first encounter with Preacher.
Based on the brief exchange just now, Qin Ze had a rough idea of his opponent's strength.
The Preacher's cultivation level is around Level Nine.
If it were just an ordinary Level Nine Martial Artist, Qin Ze could kill them if he went all out.
But the problem lies with that cane.
Just like the Miss Sword Case on Qin Ze's body, the cane also brought powerful assistance to the Preacher.
The Dharma King said, "Why haven't you called Lao Dao yet?"
Qin Ze shook his head. " Lao Dao is extremely busy. Let's not get him involved in things I can handle."
Thousand Faces said disdainfully, "If you've taken a liking to someone's cane, just say so. Do you think we don't know what you're thinking?"
Qin Ze: "Then why did you even ask?"
Immediately, Qin Ze, carrying Miss Sword Case, charged forward again.
As Divine Markings surged in his eyes, golden veins instantly covered Miss Sword Case's entire body.
"I see!"
The Preacher's once calm heart was now in turmoil.
"God!"
"An incomplete true god!"
No wonder it's so disgusting.
Why would a new god be born in a nascent world?
Preacher don't have much time to think.
Qin Ze slammed the Sword Case, held high with both hands, down onto his head.
The black shield condensed, but this time it shattered instantly under the attack of the Miss Sword Case, who was empowered by Divine Markings.
Just as the Preacher was about to be smashed into a pulp, the concrete pavement beneath his feet suddenly turned into a black swamp.
The Preacher sank down along with his Believer Clone.
The Black Swamp was blasted apart by Miss Sword Case.
"It hurts so much..."
"Miss Sword Case," she whispered.
The next second, the Preacher and Believer Clone appeared not far behind Qin Ze.
"I never expected this sermon to have such a pleasant surprise."
"As expected, our Lord is protecting us from beyond the heavens."
The Preacher looked at Qin Ze with greedy eyes, like Old Wang longing for his neighbor's wife.
Qin Ze shouldered the Miss Sword Case and said to Miss, "Is all you can do to hide?"
"I understand, your master must be a rat god."
"In that case, it's only natural that you know how to dig holes."
The Preacher's face darkened. "Sharp-tongued and cunning."
Then, he sneered, "Newborn god, your Source of God must be incredibly delicious."
"When our Lord comes, He will savor it, and that is your honor."
Thump--
The Preacher struck the ground heavily with his cane.
The ruby emitted a dull light.
Immediately afterwards, the space around the Preacher and Believer Clone began to fold and distort.
Seeing this, the Mist Lord said, "He's trying to run away."
Qin Ze sighed.
He won't be able to get the staff unless he activates all his buffs.
Doing so would be tantamount to announcing to the whole city that the man from before has returned.
Qin Ze took out the Law Token and held it high.
A golden beam of light shot into the sky, piercing the sea of clouds, and layers of golden light waves covered the entire sky above the Snow City like ripples.
Qin Ze shouted, " Lao Dao, chop off his dog head!"
Buzz--
The void trembled, and the faint sound of blades clashing echoed.
A white dot first appeared in the sky above the center of the city.
The white dot instantly transformed into a white line and pierced the folding void surrounding the Preacher.
It was a murderous-looking sword, exuding a chilling aura.
The folding was forced to stop, and the space that had just been folded was also shattered with a crash.
With no spatial obstruction, the battle blade plunged straight into the Preacher's chest.
bite--
At the critical moment, the Preacher raised his cane, the ruby on it firmly holding the sword in place.
"You lowly alien beasts, how dare you act so presumptuously in the presence of Human Race!"
At that moment, the Saber King's voice echoed like thunder above everyone's heads.