A surge of anger erupted from Sun Fei's chest.
Sun Fei raised his hand, blocking the opponent's white energy. He looked up, staring into the opponent's eyes, and slowly said, word by word, "Don't try to act tough with me. I don't care who you are. If you keep dawdling here without knowing what's important, the Sea Clan Martial Saint God might escape. If you fail to complete Maradona's orders, let's see who can save you!"
"How did you know... you?" The white-robed, large-headed man's long, slanted triangular eyes flashed with a murderous intent.
Sun Fei clearly noticed that when the other party looked at the [ Immortal King's Soul Crusher ] in his hand, a fleeting glint of undisguised greed crossed his mind. Obviously, the fact that the white sword energy had been blocked unscathed by the [ Immortal King's Soul Crusher ] had drawn the other party's attention to the war hammer, made them recognize its wonders, and at the same time, aroused their greed.
"Damn it, this guy's probably no good."
Sun Fei made a judgment in his mind. He had initially thought the other party was just short-tempered and had misunderstood him, but now it seemed that was not the case at all. This suddenly appearing powerful figure was actually driven by greed and was far more complex than he appeared. Sun Fei was about to take action...
Just then, another unexpected change occurred.
A rumbling sound came from afar, and huge rocks on the ground suddenly leaped up and shot towards the back of the white-robed big-headed man.
The evil god Kluivert reassembled the greatsword, which, like a raging beast, attacked.
"Hahaha, a mere alien evil god dares to make a move in front of me? Since you're so similar, I'll grant your wish! Hahaha, God-Slaying Sword! Go!" The white-robed, big-headed young man laughed arrogantly, without even turning around, he simply pointed with his hand.
White sword energy burst forth from his fingers, slicing through the sky and arriving before the enemy.
The sword energy shattered the greatsword, a shimmering, dark gray weapon, in Kluivert's hand once more, piercing his chest and instantly crushing most of his body. He flew sideways and crashed to the ground, no longer recognizable as human. Wisps of savage, dark gray divine energy surged wildly from his body, attempting to repair his severely wounded form, but were unable to fully heal for the time being...
That's fucking powerful.
Sun Fei was also taken aback.
This mysterious and powerful figure who suddenly appeared certainly had the right to be arrogant.
His strength was simply terrifying. He was definitely the strongest person Sun Fei had encountered since he transmigrated to the continent of Azeroth. Emperor Yashin, who was known as "Yashin who was second to none in his life", the golden skeleton resurrected in the altar of the demon god, the necromancer Haselbaink, and the elders of the Holy See's sect—all of these people were absolute powerhouses who dominated their respective regions. However, in front of this big-headed young man who looked to be only in his early thirties, they would probably be no match for him.
This is an unparalleled powerhouse who can rival the gods—although Kluivert, one of the Seventy-Two Pillar Demon Gods Kluivert, has not yet fully recovered his strength, judging from this, Sun Fei began to suspect that even Demon God at his peak might not be a match for this person.
Are all the people from Continent Martial Saint Mountain this powerful?
Could this person be none other than Maradona, the Martial Saint master hailed as the Strongest on Land?
"No, he shouldn't be the Continent Martial Saint, Maradona. His expression just now suggests that he was only there on Maradona's orders. His identity should be one of the disciples of the Continent Martial Saint Mountain... It's unbelievable. A disciple of the Continent Martial Saint Mountain is so powerful. How strong must Maradona himself be?"
Sun Fei was truly shocked.
Similar to how Lloris felt when he first saw this white-robed, big-headed young man, His Majesty the King also felt a sense of defeat, like a frog in a well. He had thought that his rapid advancement to the Rising Sun Stage of the Great Sun-Rank Venerable realm, with the Blazing Sun Stage just around the corner, made him one of the few strong individuals in the world, capable of going anywhere in the vast universe. But it turned out that he was just arrogant and ignorant, and that he was far from being a match for the person in front of him.
"This person's strength should exceed the Great Sun-Rank Venerable position? So there's a martial arts realm above the Great Sun Class..."
Sun Fei shook his head, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.
At that moment, in a daze, he discovered a new martial arts gate he had never heard of before, slowly revealing its mysterious veil before him. The path of martial arts is indeed endless, and arrogance is never a good thing.
"That's not right. If that's the case, even after painstakingly completing the Diablo World on Hell Difficulty, I'm only at the Great Sun-Rank Venerable Great Perfection. Relying on the Dark Cheat, I definitely won't be able to reach a realm above the Great Sun Class. So, how can I improve my strength then?"
Sun Fei suddenly realized this problem, which was both extremely important and extremely fatal to him.
However, this is clearly not the time to think about these issues in detail.
"Hahaha, disappointing, truly disappointing! The so-called Seventy-Two Pillar Demon Gods are nothing more than this, hahaha, what a disappointment!" The white-robed, big-headed young man turned around, looking at Kluivert's mangled body lying on the ground struggling like a dog. A mocking look appeared in his eyes. He laughed wildly. From beginning to end, he didn't ask a single question about Saviola, as if his senior brother, whose body was possessed by Demon God, was of no importance whatsoever.
"Humans, pathetic humans, pathetic arrogance..." The Sea Clan- god Kluivert, now only half a body from the shoulders up, floated up amidst a gray mist. His expression was much calmer, but the mockery and disdain in his eyes were far more intense than his opponent's. Looking at the white-robed, big-headed youth as if he were a pitiful clown, he laughed, "Poor little fellow, you can only amuse yourself with these meager achievements. If my strength were fully restored, you would have fled like a dog long ago!"
The smile on the young man's face, dressed in white with a large head, froze.
"Hmph..." He suddenly laughed, arrogantly saying, "It seems you won't be satisfied even if I kill you like this, hahaha, fine, today I will release your true form and completely suppress you once again, so you will understand that in front of me, D'Alessandro, those so-called Seventy-Two Pillar Demon Gods are long gone and rotten to the past!"
D'Alessandro!
Sun Fei remembered the name. It turned out that this arrogant, big-headed rascal's name was D'Alessandro.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
Four or five terrifying, silvery-white sword energies shot out from D'Alessandro's fingertips, tearing open spaces with jet-black rifts. The target of these sword energies was none other than the [ Millennium Seal ] not far away.
Sun Fei's expression changed drastically. He had no time to stop it. A series of deafening explosions rang out. The small altar made of white divine material exploded. The golden energy quickly dissipated, and a dark leaden cloud rose from the center of the explosion, radiating in all directions.
A bottomless hole, more than three meters wide, appeared beneath the broken altar.
"Hahaha, hahahahaha, foolish human, you will understand just how grave your mistake was, and bear the wrath of the gods, hahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!"
A tremendous roar, seemingly traversing the ages, eagerly echoed from the dark cave.
At the same time, a demonic, violent, and murderous aura that caused the heavens and earth to change color was also emanating from it.
A huge hand, covered in oily black scales, with sharp brownish-yellow nails and resembling the claws of a demonic beast, slowly emerged from the pitch-black cave.
Second update.