" Shaarawy, this is your last chance. Swear allegiance to Sicily Island. You are Young Supremes above millions in the Central Region, supported by the Church's resources. With your talent, you might even ascend to godhood in the future. Otherwise, today, this place will be your burial ground."
Collina's face lit up with joy after his successful strike.
Shaarawy suffered a back injury, which significantly reduced his mobility.
On their side, Skeltenberg had only been knocked away, and Hening hadn't even made a move yet. With the tides turning, they had already gained an absolute advantage. Even now, Collina hadn't forgotten the orders he received before the operation: if they could recruit a peerless martial arts prodigy like Shaarawy to their side, it would be much better than killing him.
"Bah! I am the commander of a million-strong army of a dignified ninth-level empire. What are you? A mere sycophantic lackey! You dare to try to recruit me? You are truly overestimating yourself!" Shaarawy laughed upon hearing this, then immediately launched into a tirade.
The disdain on his face was extremely obvious, a contempt that came from the very marrow of his bones for the Judgment Divine Envoy, like the disdain of a dragon facing a dog. He ran his left hand over the wound on his waist, and a ball of purple flame burned brightly on the wound, and the huge wound began to heal rapidly.
Collina's old face nearly turned red with anger. Upon hearing this, his eyes blazed with fury, extinguishing any thought of surrender. He began chanting and then ruthlessly killed the enemy.
El Shaarawy changed his fighting style, moving nimbly and shifting positions to Dodge, seemingly trying to buy time to recover.
"Hmph, since you're unwilling to serve me, then die." Collina's killing intent surged, and his entire body erupted in silver flames.
Amidst a series of ethereal and vast chants, more than a dozen...
The lightsabers coalesced before him, their tips pointing at Shaarawy. Pale silver halos emanated from each sword, and then, at an astonishing speed, the dozen or so lightsabers began to merge. With each fusion, the energy fluctuations emanating from the swords increased dozens of times over.
This is a slightly time-consuming spellcasting process.
Once ten handles
When combined, they can transform into something even more terrifying.
Collina was confident that this move would kill Shaarawy half to death in one strike—he had taken advantage of Shaarawy's injured waist, which prevented him from launching the fierce and frenzied counterattacks he had before, and with the assistance of the divine knight Skeltenberg on his side, he was able to unleash such a time-consuming forbidden spell.
To everyone's surprise, Shaarawy stopped Dodge and didn't retaliate when faced with such an attack. Instead, he looked at Collina with a strange smile on his face.
The eerie smile finally stirred a sense of unease within the Church Judgment Divine Envoy.
He suddenly realized that something seemed off, something he had overlooked.
While carefully controlling the magic, when her peripheral vision swept over Shaarawy and she saw the rippling blue lake in the distance, Collina almost bit her tongue off, her mind going completely blank.
He finally realized that something was wrong.
Having been knocked into the lake for so long, Skeltenberg still hadn't emerged from the water—if Collina didn't know the extent of Skeltenberg's strength, he would have genuinely thought his colleague had drowned... A Blazing Sun Class Great Perfection expert drowned... what on earth happened?
Could it be that El Shaarawy's attack actually killed Skeltenberg directly?
That's even less likely.
Although Shaarawy is powerful, he has been chased for so long and has been quite exhausted. Collina would admit that he is strong, but he is definitely not at the level to kill Skeltenberg in one blow.
On the other side, the foolish Hening still thought he had the victory in his grasp. He was grinning maliciously as he scanned Sun Fei and the others, clearly planning to settle scores with Sun Fei after killing Shaarawy. Meanwhile, Collina was sweating profusely, his heart turning ice-cold.
Collina considered a cruel possibility, and his face turned deathly pale.
Distracted, a dozen or so swords were merging.
It began to tremble violently, showing signs of disintegrating and exploding.
El Shaarawy's smile widened, "Not too stupid after all, you've finally figured it out."
As soon as he finished speaking, several jets of water suddenly shot up from the previously rippling lake surface with a few whooshing sounds.
Several figures shot out of the lake like lightning, quickly occupying various positions and forming an encirclement, effectively trapping Collina, Hening, Sun Fei, and the others in the center.
Snap
A cold, lifeless body fell in front of Collina.
It was Skeltenberg, the Tenth Judgment Divine Envoy had been shot down into the lake earlier.
This seemingly honest and burly man, who was full of energy just a moment ago, was now completely lifeless, his body pale, his face ashen, and he was utterly devoid of life.
Although no injuries were visible on the surface, any true expert could tell at a glance that Skeltenberg's bones and muscles had been completely shattered into a pulp, and his internal organs had all turned into blood. The only intact part of his body was his skin.
A Judgment Divine Envoy whose strength had reached the Blazing Sun Class Peak was reduced to a corpse in less than thirty seconds...
Even though Sun Fei had already guessed what was going on, he was still shocked.
King Majesty's gaze swept over the figures that had just leaped out of the water, and he could tell at a glance that these people were stronger than Skeltenberg, even in a one-on-one situation, and that they were capable of calmly killing the Judgment Divine Envoy.
There are four people in total.
The one on the right has naturally curly black hair. His face isn't exactly handsome, but it's still decent-looking. His eyebrows are extremely thick, like two sharp knives hanging above his eyes. His eyes are long and narrow with a deep gaze. He's about the same age as Shaarawy Shaarawy, but slightly taller. He wears a tight-fitting Red-Black leather armor and exudes an aura of confidence, pride, and nobility very similar to Shaarawy's.
The person on the left had extremely short hair on his temples and the top of his head, less than a finger's length, but the unsteady hair at the back of his head was over a meter long, braided into a long braid. He was thin, like a bamboo pole, with a clear and bright face, always wearing a faint smile. Around his body, transparent blades spun rapidly, densely packed like small hurricanes, silent and extremely terrifying.
The man flanking Collina appeared to be in his thirties, with a burly, straight build, thick hair that fell naturally over his shoulders, a hooked nose, and deep-set eyes. He resembled Prince, and his aura surpassed that of the previous two. He was like a colossal sword that could cleave the heavens, giving the impression of a heavy sword without a sharp edge, a skillful yet unpretentious artifice, as if he could shatter the world with a single move.
The last man, from the moment he appeared, wore a friendly smile, as if everyone present was his best friend. His smile was so wide it brought out wrinkles on his face. He had a thick beard and short hair as thin as steel needles. He wasn't handsome, but he gave off a somewhat honest and kind impression. At first glance, he seemed like a simpleton, but if you ignored the almost crazed glint in the depths of his eyes, you would definitely suffer a great loss at the hands of this smiling tiger.
Sun Fei's gaze swept over the four people, and he was deeply shocked.
It was these people!
It was these people!
First update.
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