Swift kill.
This was Chen Fan now.
"Mistake,"
The Dark Archbishop was not yet completely dead.
As his soul shattered, his gaze seemed to pierce through the protective formation, seeing the figure who had never appeared from beginning to end, and he sighed, "The Dark Church making an enemy of you might be its biggest mistake."
Bang.
His soul completely disintegrated.
The sound slowly faded into the heavens and earth.
He regretted it.
Unfortunately, there was no place in this world to buy regret medicine.
...
At this moment.
Northern Region of Damilia.
At the end of the ten thousand mountains shrouded in gloom, the dilapidated thatched hut had its protective formation removed.
To be precise, it was shattered.
In front of the thatched hut, the disheveled Daoist was feeding chickens and ducks, like a farmer in the village.
Cracks appeared in the sky above, and a group of people emerged.
The foremost among them, also clad in golden armor, looked down at the ordinary man below.
Wusheng raised his head and glanced, his gaze almost imperceptible.
With just that glance, the tall man's heart tightened, and he quickly descended.
The tall Western man cupped his fists and said, "Apollo, Sixth Divine Lord of the Hall of Gods, greets fellow Daoist."
The man was still feeding the chickens, neither looking up nor responding.
Ignored.
A flicker of anger crossed Apollo's face, but it quickly vanished. Suppressing his ire, he cupped his fists again, "This way of receiving guests is perhaps not befitting of your status, fellow Daoist."
"Fellow Daoist?"
Wusheng finally responded, looking up at Apollo and calmly asking, "Who are you addressing?"
...
Apollo's expression faltered.
"Have your father come," Wusheng said, then lowered his head.
His tone was as calm as if he were scolding a child at the village entrance.
Apollo's expression changed, and anger surged within him. "Wusheng, you are too arrogant. For all these years, the Hall of Gods has tolerated your existence merely to avoid devastating wars that would involve mortals. Do you truly believe the Hall of Gods fears you?"
He was the Sixth Divine Lord of the Hall of Gods; when had he ever been so disrespected?
Wusheng, unperturbed, countered, "Do you know why the Hall of Gods only has seven Divine Lords?"
"Hmm?"
Apollo did not understand.
"Do you also know why, a hundred years ago, the Hall of Gods had thirteen Divine Lords, but now only has seven?"
Apollo: ...
He had become the Sixth Divine Lord only in recent years.
Before he became a Divine Lord, the Hall of Gods had only six Divine Lords. It was because of him that the number reached seven.
He was unaware that a hundred years ago, the Hall of Gods had thirteen Divine Lords.
Wusheng continued, "Do you also know how I earned the title 'God of Slaughter'?"
Zheng.
The rusty sword stuck in the ground hummed.
In an instant, the world seemed to be covered in blood.
A strong sense of mortal peril enveloped Apollo.
"Divine Lord."
The subordinates behind him quickly moved forward, surrounding Apollo.
Among these people were familiar faces to Chen Fan, including Kong and Ling, two of the three Void Robe elders of the former Angelic Holy Assembly.
The two stood before Apollo as guards.
This individual was of utmost importance, the direct son of the First Divine Lord of the Hall of Gods.
Facing imminent danger, no one dared let him face it alone.
Chis.
The rusty sword stuck in front of the thatched hut suddenly vanished.
Without a trace, not a hint of its presence.
Simultaneously, an indescribable sense of crisis enveloped everyone.
Pfft.
A splash of blood flew.
Accompanied by the blood was a large head.
Its pupils were still filled with solemnity, seemingly unaware of what had happened.
"Ling."
Kong's horrified cry rang out, and only then did Ling understand what had occurred.
She saw her own body falling from the sky.
"What happened?"
Before Ling could comprehend what was happening, her consciousness completely dissipated.
Ling, who had survived the great battle months ago, was killed here so inexplicably.
She hadn't even seen how the attack was launched.
This scene caused the faces of those in the sky to turn pale.
Fear.
It began to spread from the depths of their hearts.
"Presumptuous."
Apollo roared in anger.
These people were from his Sixth Divine Hall, his subordinates.
Being killed silently enraged him.
"Attack, kill him, and retrieve the key," Apollo commanded.
"Yes."
Everyone responded in unison.
Pfft.
Another head flew, belonging to a half-step Supreme from the Pinnacle of the Gods.
There were many half-step Supremes in the Hall of Gods.
Each Divine Lord had several half-step Supremes under their command.
"Kill."
In the sky, the fear of the group was replaced by fury.
Seven figures descended from the sky, their half-step Supreme domains expanding as they attacked below.
Pak.
The rusty sword flew back at this moment, landing in Wusheng's hand.
A sword lift...
No extra movements, just the action of lifting the sword.
The void was torn apart, a vast rift spreading like an abyssal chasm.
The void rift swallowed one person.
"Ah..."
A scream echoed from within the rift.
The person tried to break free from the rift but was directly devoured.
Only a scream lingered in the heavens and earth.
The others wanted to rescue him, but they themselves had to face the crisis.
Sword light bloomed, transforming into a formation of the way of slaughter.
The formations merged, destroying heaven and earth.
Rumble.
The void was shattering.
The exploding storm surrounded the powerful figures of the Hall of Gods, blood splattering. Within the destructive sword formation, figures unleashed their full power, trying to resist the might of the sword formation.
Alas... they had underestimated the power of the sword formation.
"Ah..."
Screams reverberated through the heavens and earth.
The destructive storm spread, radiating in all directions.
The sword formation cut through everything.
Severed arms, broken limbs, internal organs...
"How dare you."
At a critical moment, Apollo made his move.
At this instant, the world was filled with endless light.
It was like the former Church of Light, but its methods were even stronger.
Apollo, a half-step Supreme, concentrated all the light in heaven and earth with a single strike.
Where light reached, darkness retreated.
Clang.
A piercing sword hum sounded.
In an instant, the light was split.
A rusty sword appeared above the light. The figure in the Daoist robe, holding the rusty sword, cleaved the divine light technique with a single strike.
Pfft.
Blood splattered.
A severed arm flew out.
"My arm..." Apollo cried out.
Wusheng's sword intent erupted, annihilating the severed arm into nothingness.
"Begone."
A roar echoed.
The voice came from Wusheng, still incredibly calm, "Today I break one of your arms and spare your life. If you are not satisfied, have your father come himself."
It was that domineering.
The sword energy filling the sky instantly dispersed. Four battered figures quickly converged around the severed-armed Apollo.
There had been seven people, but now only four remained.
Eight had come, and in this brief moment, half had perished.
"God of Slaughter."
At this moment, Apollo was finally terrified.
He finally understood why this man was called the God of Slaughter.
He was afraid, terrified, and turned to leave.
Losing an arm was not frightening; the unknown was.
He could not gauge the true strength of this man. Although not a Supreme, he already possessed the combat power of a Supreme.
In the blink of an eye, the thatched hut returned to tranquility.
Four corpses lay silently in the mountain hollow.
Wusheng casually waved his hand, and the corpses entered the thatched hut and merged with the soil.
The vegetables grew even more lush and verdant.