Pfft--
Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain from the Preacher's torn upper body.
The clone inside the eggshell cried out sadly, "My dear child!"
Qin Ze said calmly, "This Preacher is ridiculously incompetent; no wonder he has to spread his teachings in secret like a rat."
Miss Sword Case said, "He's not dead yet."
After sheathing one of his swords, the Saber King went to retrieve the Preacher's cane.
He could naturally tell that the cane was no ordinary object.
After being stabbed hundreds of times, not a single mark appeared on the cane.
Buzz--
The ruby on the cane suddenly glowed, shining on the Saber King's hand, and he clearly felt a sharp, stinging pain.
The blood that sprayed several meters into the sky did not fall; instead, it remained in place in the air like a shower of petals.
The blood droplets scattered in the air were connected to the Preacher's torn body, and from a distance they looked like a lush tree.
Sensing something amiss, the Saber King swiftly drew his sword and slashed at the Preacher in the waist.
slap slap slap--
The blood, frozen in mid-air, then splattered down.
Centered on the Preacher, a torrential rain of blood fell within a radius of tens of meters.
Caught off guard, the Saber King had nowhere to hide and was soaked to the bone.
The Saber King ignored him and continued to slash at the Preacher's kidneys with his battle sword.
bite--
The cleaved corpse suddenly moved its cane, blocking the blade once again at the crucial moment.
The Preacher's two-headed head smiled at the Saber King and said, "It's really not easy to preach to you."
"Although the methods were somewhat despicable, it's all worth it to make you a follower of my Lord."
Only then did the Saber King notice that the blood that had been poured on him had completely seeped into his skin.
Even more strangely, he couldn't sense the presence of this foreign blood in his body at all.
The Preacher Yangyang, "This is the power of our Lord."
"No matter how strong you are, you are still just a mortal. Without breaking through the limits of martial arts, you are nothing but an ant in the eyes of the Lord."
The Saber King shook his head.
A jumble of chaotic voices filled his mind, like the Demonic Whisper.
The crucial point is that he still can't pinpoint the problem.
Whether it's the Spiritual Sea of Consciousness, or the meridians and energy center, everything is normal.
Qin Ze's heart sank. "Damn it, Lao Dao has been infected."
This situation is exactly the same as when I fought against Virgo back then.
Qin Ze sighed, " Lao Dao Lao Dao, you really need to be more careful."
With a roar, the Saber King's blood and qi surged.
"Just a mere illusion!"
"A trivial skill!"
The two swords in his hands crossed, merging into one, becoming an even more imposing longsword.
The Preacher was stunned. "How can you defy the divine voice of our Lord?!"
The Saber King raised his sword high, and even though his head was about to explode, his hand did not tremble at all.
" Heaven Slaying!"
boom--
The broadsword fell heavily, and the hundred-meter-long blade of light cleaved the Preacher from top to bottom.
The body, now split in two, fell to the ground along with its cane.
The blade flashed and struck the ground, blasting a trench hundreds of meters long and tens of meters deep, turning the ruins of buildings along the way into dust.
The Preacher ' bodies lay on either side of the Abyss.
His left mouth gaped in disbelief. "A newly born world has given birth to so many astonishing creatures."
"God bless me, I've really struck gold this time."
Seeing that the Preacher was still alive, the Saber King immediately slashed horizontally again, turning the two halves into four pieces.
The ground, which had been soaked in the blood of the Preacher, suddenly turned into a black swamp.
Countless dark, demon-like arms climbed onto the Saber King's body in the swamp, tearing at him relentlessly.
Those arms tried to pull the Saber King down, but the Lao Dao was like a nail, firmly rooted to the ground, not moving an inch.
" Frenzied Saber Slash!"
Despite the eerie whispers in his mind, the Saber King unleashed another hundred slashes, instantly turning the Preacher's four-part body into dumpling filling.
"Heretical acts that disrespect Allah."
"Our Lord will descend and personally judge you."
The cane emitted the Preacher's cold laugh before sinking into the mud.
Not far away, the clone inside the eggshell was also sinking little by little.
"Is anyone there? I think I can still be saved..."
Before he could finish speaking, his clone was swallowed by the swamp.
The Saber King stared at the spot where the cane had disappeared, his brow furrowed.
The Preacher is clearly still alive.
But it was all chopped into dumpling filling.
The mud on the ground receded as quickly as the tide.
The Saber King shook his head; the whisper in his ear was still there, but it wasn't as intense as it had been at the beginning.
"Are you alright?" Qin Ze ran over carrying the Miss Sword Case. "I can provide you with purification."
Qin Ze's " Divine Markings Vision " could see that every corner of Lao Dao's body was now filled with the evil god's Corruption, Corruption directly affected his Flesh and Blood.
It even seeped out of the body due to its high concentration.
It's no exaggeration to say that the Saber King was completely immersed in Corruption.
Despite Qin Ze's offer of help, the Saber King decisively refused.
"A mere illusion, I can handle that."
"Leave your purification to those fanatics."
Qin Ze couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Lao Dao was practically a God of War, his mortal body confronting the power of an evil god.
The Corruption on the Saber King's body was indeed gradually decreasing; he was using the power of his physical body to forcibly purify himself.
Qin Ze thought his physical strength was already extraordinary, but now he realized that there are always stronger beings out there.
The Saber King said in a deep voice, " The Preacher isn't dead, or rather, he's not alive."
Qin Ze nodded; he had noticed it too.
"Everything about the Preacher comes from that staff; the staff is him, he is the staff."
The Saber King sighed, "After this experience, he will definitely be more cautious from now on, and it will be difficult for him to appear again."
Qin Ze smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll pinpoint his location soon."
The Saber King didn't question it at all, but after thinking for a moment, he said, "You can't be so reckless next time."
" The Preacher's methods and trump cards have been largely discovered."
"Once we find him, we need to devise a plan to hunt him down and eliminate him once and for all."
Qin Ze replied, "No problem, I'll let you know once I've located him."
The Saber King sheathed his twin swords and said calmly, "In you, I vaguely see the shadow of an old friend."
Qin Ze's heart skipped a beat. Had he been discovered?
"Who?"
"That Human Race Sword Immortal."
Qin Ze was momentarily dazed, then smiled and said, "I still have a long way to go."
The Saber King glanced at him from head to toe. "Not far."
Seeing Lao Dao turn to leave, Qin Ze finally couldn't suppress his curiosity.
How strong is your physical body?
The Saber King paused, tilting his head slightly. "The limit you can imagine."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Dao stepped into the space and the ripples disappeared.
Qin Ze was stunned.
The limits of the physical body... God?!
In just three years, Lao Dao has made another breakthrough.
The last time he fought Virgo, the pressure he exerted on Qin Ze was nowhere near as strong as it is today.
A moment later, a group of Hunter, including Slacking on the Sidelines, came over.
Brother Shui asked, "Is the Preacher dead?"
Qin Ze shook his head. "This is just the beginning."
(Definitely next week!)