As the deep voice fell, the leader of the Radiant Light unleashed a furious attack, his target Lancelot.
A soft buzzing sound.
In the eyes of the Radiant Leader, countless light particles condensed, eventually transforming into a single aurora beam, hundreds or thousands of times thinner than a human hair, which burst forth.
Although it was only a ray of light, a terrifying scene unfolded after it swept across the sky.
Under everyone's gaze, the layers of space unfolded like lotus blossoms, layer upon layer, actually sliced open by that ray of light.
"That attack was interesting..."
Luen, who had been watching from the sidelines, also abandoned his previous dismissive attitude, acknowledging the strength of the Radiant leader. He then looked at Lancelot, who was facing the attack head-on, and murmured, "How will you handle this? Hope you don't die; that would be too boring..."
However, the next moment, Luen, who had been quite calm just moments before, suddenly changed his expression, his face contorted in shock, and exclaimed, "Impossible!"
What did Luen see that caused him to lose his composure like this?
The answer is simple.
Despite the beam of light emanating from the leader of the Radiant Light, which was powerful enough to cut through anything, Lancelot stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his face, as if he didn't take the attack seriously at all.
And the facts showed where Lancelot's confidence came from: the indestructible ray of light actually swept past Lancelot's neck without causing the slightest damage.
If it weren't for the sight of numerous Fire God Fortress, sliced apart by the light, falling like parts in a fireworks display, everyone would have suspected that the Radiant Leader was deliberately holding back.
"In this world, nothing is impossible; there are only differences in ability."
A calm, even voice followed from Lancelot's mouth. Although there was no hint of contempt, Luen, whose spirit had been shaken by the previous attack, seemed to have his sore spot touched. Before the leader of the Radiant Light could even react, Rune couldn't help but strike first.
"You're just playing tricks, nothing more than illusionary Fate Art. You think you can fool me?! Die!"
With her hair flying wildly and her magical power surging, a terrifying heat wave, like a stellar explosion, swept over them. In an instant, the entire Radiant Echo Cult's headquarters was transformed into a raging sea of fire, as if a sun had fallen there, unleashing Endless light and heat.
"Peak Demigod? Perhaps stronger, but... it's meaningless!"
In mid-air, Lancelot raised an eyebrow. At this moment, he had not yet broken through the so-called bottleneck of the Saint, but facing the little giant Luen, whose attack was enough to Destruction stars, he did not feel the slightest ripple in his heart. He simply stretched out his palm and waved it lightly, extinguishing the wave of fire in front of him. With another pat, his slightly cold fingertips touched Luen's forehead.
Fear!!
Indescribable horror!!
In an instant, Luen, who had been fierce as fire just moments before, seemed to have his eyes shrouded in an impenetrable gloom, and his three hearts seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, as if they were about to be crushed at any moment.
The person before him seemed to have calculated all his movements in an instant and launched a counterattack at the same time, leaving him with no way to avoid or dodge, and he was helplessly slapped on the forehead.
"Luen!!"
The other members of the Blazing Soul Cult were horrified and their eyes widened in disbelief. They wanted to help, but their bodies couldn't keep up. They could only watch helplessly as their invincible Luen was swatted away like a fly, his body bleeding profusely like a tattered sack.
For a moment, it seemed as if a rain of blood had fallen from the sky.
"His physique is acceptable, but his Combat Skills are terrible."
Lancelot lightly withdrew his hand, shaking his head as he commented.
He didn't kill Luen; there was no enmity between them. Lancelot wasn't one to kill indiscriminately. Besides, Rune might become his subordinate in the future; who would he kill to do his bidding?
After knocking Luen, Lancelot looked down at the Radiant Leader, whose face was extremely solemn, and casually extended a hand. "I'll stand right here. Whoever can force me to back down will not pursue the matter of the contract. Otherwise, from now on, the Radiant Echo must obey my orders. Any objections?"
Before the leader of the Radiant Light could even speak, one of the most hot-tempered elders attacked.
"This is outrageous!!"
With a roar, a War Spear flashing with a sharp light thrust out. Wherever the spear tip passed, space cracked and shattered. Its speed was extraordinary, far exceeding what one should expect from someone of his level.
"The Platinum Light Spear? One of the two most powerful weapons in Radiant Echo, it was originally an Immortal Demigod, what a pity..."
"It's still no use!"
Lancelot shook his head and sighed. Incredibly terrifying spatial ripples spread out before him, and dazzling light filled every inch of his vision. The leader of the Radiant Light also made his move.
However, faced with such a huge gap in strength, no matter how much they struggled, it was all in vain.
Under the horrified gazes of the elders, the Platinum Light Spear stained with the blood of an unknown creature seemed to pass right through him, failing to harm Lancelot in the slightest.
The countless rays of light that followed completely engulfed Lancelot, but they had no effect whatsoever, like striking a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water.
The leader of the Radiance froze, as if an invincible figure was gradually taking shape in his mind. No wonder he was so desperate. Even a clay ox sinking into the sea would at least have some reaction, but the attacks that the leader of the Radiance had launched at Lancelot had not even caused a ripple. They all hit the sky and earth behind him.
"Spatial Fate Art? No, I didn't sense any spatial fluctuations. What kind of Fate Art is this? How can it avoid all my attacks?"
"I'm curious too."
Luen flew back from the horizon, looking utterly disheveled, a far cry from the arrogant and domineering demeanor he had displayed in the main hall. Now, he stared intently at Lancelot, his eyes bloodshot, as if demanding an explanation.
Above the building, now a ruin ravaged by the aftershocks of various attacks, Lancelot stood suspended in mid-air, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. He said, "What I used wasn't Fate Art. Of course, you can think Fate Art it as such; the principle is equally simple—it's just about controlling my own dispersion to dodge your attacks!"
His previous enlightenment greatly enhanced the spirituality of the countless Undying Holy Soul within Lancelot's body, and his control over his body also increased accordingly. In the past, when faced with attacks from Peak Demigod, Lancelot would usually choose to use defensive means to resist.
But now, with his exquisite control over countless particles, he can ignore almost all attacks from Demigod.
"To disperse oneself?"
The leader of the Radiant Light and Luen exchanged a glance, neither of them understanding what kind of Fate Art this was.
But surely a powerful figure who could defeat them so easily wouldn't be deceiving them? It would be pointless.
That means what the person in front of you is saying is most likely true.
"Amazing."
"Incredible."
Both sighed simultaneously. The leader of the Radiant Sect then bowed his head in submission, but Luen said, "Although you are incredibly powerful, I did not sense any Saint aura from you. Our leader of the Blazing Soul Cult has already ascended to the rank of Saint, making him virtually invincible in the absence of Saint King."
"Oh? So, what are you trying to say?" Lancelot glanced at Luen, his tone remaining completely unchanged.
Luen's expression froze for a moment, then he said in a low voice, "If you are willing, I can introduce you to a leader. With your strength, joining the Blazing Soul Cult will definitely give you a higher status than me, second only to the leader. Once we unify the Blazing Soul Star System, with the vast resources available, your chances of breaking through to the Saint realm will greatly increase. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"
"Heh, you're quite the smooth talker when it comes to making empty promises, but alas... I have no inclination to stand below others. So what if you're Saint? We'll only know who's stronger after we fight!"
"What?!"
Luen was taken aback by the words of the person before him. Just as he was about to say something more, he felt his body lighten as Lancelot lifted him by the neck and carried him into the newly appeared wormhole.
Through the bizarre and deep wormhole passage, Luen sensed a familiar presence; this passage actually connected directly to the Blazing Soul Star.
In other words, this mysterious powerful figure was serious; he actually intended to challenge the invincible Saint!