The Saber King slowly emerged from the center of the golden ripples, his killing intent surging.
Seeing this, the Dharma King typed a single "6" in the Local Area Network: "So you call for help because you can't beat them, huh?"
With a grin, the Thousand Faces said, "It's my turn now! Behold my Great Summoning Technique!"
Qin Ze disagreed.
Since they're free thugs anyway, might as well use them.
The Believer Clone, hiding behind the Preacher, was trembling all over.
It wasn't fear, but excitement.
"My goodness!"
"Turns out I really am the male lead!"
"I'm standing in the center position right now!"
"Even ordinary clones can rise above others!"
The Believer Clone nonsense.
The Dharma King said calmly, "You'd better stand back."
"Watch out, Lao Dao might take you down with one of his normal attacks."
The Believer Clone arrogantly declared, "If Lao Dao wants to kill me, he'll have to get past my son first!"
Although he couldn't understand why the Preacher treated him like a treasure.
But his intuition told him that the Preacher would surely ensure his safety before lying down.
The Preacher looked up at the Saber King in the sky and sighed helplessly.
Ultimately, we couldn't get around it.
"I didn't want to meet you at this time."
Lao Dao didn't waste any words. He drew another knife from behind him and stabbed the Preacher.
A white blade of energy, tens of meters long, shaped like a crescent moon, pressed down on the Preacher's head in the blink of an eye.
The Preacher gave a cold snort, and the ruby on his cane shone brightly.
The battle blade that was originally pressed against it was suddenly bounced off by an invisible force and flew upwards, slashing at the incoming blade energy.
With a loud "boom," the blade energy was split in two by the battle blade.
The broken sword energy split into dozens of pieces, surging chaotically in all directions.
The buildings within a hundred meters of the intersection were reduced to ruins by the impact of the violent blade energy.
Fortunately, this place is on the outskirts of Snow City, and since it was daytime, there weren't many people around.
The Preacher stood in front of the Believer Clone, blocking all the attacks.
As for the clone, it was merely its hair that was blown about by the turbulent currents.
The Preacher glanced back at him and grinned.
The clone couldn't help but get goosebumps, and really wanted to punch that poorly funded face hard.
Qin Ze held Miss Sword Case in his arms as a shield, and was unharmed.
"The gap between Level Nine Level Nine is truly greater than the gap between a person and Big Black."
The clones couldn't help but sigh in amazement upon seeing this.
" Lao Dao's ability to inflict friendly fire is truly terrifying."
"A single normal attack will leave nothing but barren land within a hundred-meter radius."
"Can you please turn off the 'friendship injury' feature?!"
Calling him Brother Jie won't help.
"..."
The Saber King recalled his battle sword, wielding one in each hand.
Immediately, he shot down like a shooting star in broad daylight, shattering the void.
The Believer Clone felt himself being propelled dozens of meters by a gentle force.
As soon as he stopped, a semi-transparent black shield enveloped him completely, like a cocoon.
The clone slapped it hard; the shield was as thick as the city wall.
"Is there anyone who can save me?!"
The Dharma King jokingly said, "He truly loves you; he doesn't forget to protect you even before a battle."
Thousand Faces then encouraged him, saying, "An egg broken from the outside is food, but broken from the inside it becomes an eagle. Keep it up!"
The clone, with a gloomy face, said, "Who says that only eagles break from within? It could also be just because..."
Bang--
A shockwave suddenly slammed into the "eggshell," but the clone remained completely still; it was Lao Dao who had fallen to the ground.
He swung his two swords, creating countless afterimages, and each strike produced a series of explosive sounds.
The Preacher's hand speed was equally astonishing; he could always Precision block the Saber King's blade with his cane.
A flash of ruby red light, and dozens of black fireballs roared out.
The Saber King didn't even dodge, letting the fireballs explode on his body without uttering a sound, and his hand speed remained undiminished.
Seeing this from a distance, Qin Ze couldn't help but sigh, " Lao Dao is really fierce in close combat."
Unlike the " Three-Second Real Man," Qin Ze found that Lao Dao became more and more powerful with each battle.
The body's Qi and blood not only did not decline at all, but actually steadily improved.
The falling swords grew increasingly fierce and faster with each strike.
Qin Ze muttered to himself, "Is this Lao Dao's ability?"
The Preacher was constantly suppressed and forced to retreat.
Wherever the two went, buildings collapsed one after another, and everything was reduced to rubble.
The Preacher exclaimed, "Your talent is exceptional; you are qualified to be a servant of our Lord."
"You shouldn't be confined to this small world. Serve God, and He will allow you to break through the limits of martial arts."
Without saying a word, the Saber King swung his heavy blade back and struck him on the head.
Buzz--
A pure black shield materialized, and although it shattered upon contact, it also deflected the battle blade.
" Frenzied Saber Slash!"
The Saber King let out a low shout.
Blood and energy flowed into the battle blade.
Although there were only two knives, they created a series of flashes, as if hundreds of knives were attacking at the same time.
The Preacher's expression gradually turned serious; he was beginning to fall behind the Saber King's speed.
Blades continued to fall on his body, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds, and his black cloak was almost torn to shreds.
It's only been two minutes since the Saber King arrived, and Lao Dao has already gained an overwhelming advantage.
Upon seeing this, the clone inside the eggshell exclaimed, "My son is about to be sent!"
The Hunter and a group of people in gray coats happened to be searching the vicinity and rushed over upon hearing the sounds of fighting.
Slacking on the Sidelines at the Person in Black Robes, who was nearly beaten to a pulp, and said calmly, "That guy is the Preacher? He's pathetic."
Two Level Nine Martial Artist clashed head-on, and the Hunter and observers dared not approach, only able to watch from afar.
Lu Tongtong first saw Qin Ze using the Miss Sword Case as a shield, and then she saw the conspicuous "black egg".
She was taken aback when she saw the clone inside the egg wearing a beastly mask.
"Look over there."
After regaining her Lu Tongtong spoke to the other Hunter.
Those who Slacking on the Sidelines immediately looked over, and like Lu Tongtong, they were all stunned.
Wang Biao exclaimed in disbelief, "That's... Circus?!"
Three years ago, in a battle, the Circus, including the Troupe Leader, was completely wiped out.
At that moment, a person dressed as Circus member appeared in front of them.
Slacking on the Sidelines clenched his fist. "Whether the Beast Tamer is dead or not, we'll know everything by asking him."
The Scholar, however, remained calm. "Why don't you go and ask?"
Watching the occasional sweeping sword energy and shockwaves, Slacking on the Sidelines loosened his fist.
Although he was fast, the aftershocks of a battle Level Nine Martial Artist were too intense, leaving him nowhere to put his feet.
Lu Tongtong glanced at the clone inside the eggshell, then at Qin Ze holding the Sword Case, seemingly lost in thought.
Bang--
A loud explosion suddenly rang out in the center of the battlefield; the Saber King's sword had pierced through the shield and plunged into the Preacher's chest.
The Saber King gave his opponent no chance to breathe, his wrist suddenly twisting and forcefully pointing upwards.
The Preacher's upper body, along with his head, was thus forcibly cleaved in two along the midline of his body.