"Don't rush, let me savor his despair and fear a little longer, or my grand entrance will be for nothing."

Zhai Cai flicked the hem of his black mink coat, like a flamboyant general twirling his cloak.

He spoke frivolous nonsense, but acted with alacrity. He lowered his knees slightly, positioning his knight's longsword to his side, adopting a stance for a drawing-sword strike.

Qian Ning took a deep breath, calming himself. He surveyed his surroundings while recalling information about the black mink coat youth.

According to the Hunter Guild's intelligence, this man was the sole inheritor of the Holy See's Knights Templar, a sixth-generation single descendant, a Level 7 Paladin. In terms of level alone, he was one level higher than the opponent.

But this was the secret chamber where the Eye of the Sky was stored. A forced breakout was impossible; no escape or blast skills could break through.

Fighting a knight in a confined space was exceptionally dangerous for a thunder mage.

At this moment, the single descendant knight finished building up power, and violently swung his more than one-meter-long sword. The blade burst with bronze light. With the swinging motion, it shot out and transformed into an arc of sword energy, sweeping toward the head of the Heavenly Punishment's administrative department.

Qian Ning·Lu immediately raised his feather fan, creating a wall of wind in front of him.

The arc of bronze sword light persisted against the wind wall for a long time, creating chaotic and unrestrained air currents through friction. Finally, its power exhausted, it dissipated.

Qian Ning·Lu waved his feather fan at Zhai Cai. Amidst the mournful "whooshing" sound, wind blade arrows shot out like rain.

Zhai Cai planted his knight's longsword in front of him. Bronze light flared, constructing a phantom wall before him.

Level 7 Paladin's active skill: Wall of Protection!

This was a defensive skill even stronger than a wind mage's wind wall.

Transparent wind blades fiercely crashed against the bronze wall, splashing up ripple-like raindrops.

While the "Wall of Protection" blocked the wind blades, Zhai Cai grabbed a set of bronze armor from his inventory. Amidst the "clanging" sounds, helmet, breastplate, arm guards, face mask, skirt armor, and other components flew up on their own, equipping him to resemble a medieval knight.

This armor was called "Paladin's Battle Garb," an item passed down from the third generation of paladins. It had the effect of amplifying knight skills, and at the same time, it was a walking "Wall of Protection."

A knight wearing the battle garb was under the protection of the Wall of Protection at all times, like an armored tank on the battlefield.

Qian Ning·Lu waved his fan again, creating wind blades, slashing at the approaching single descendant knight.

This feather fan was one of Qian Ning·Lu's only two Sovereign-quality items. Its function was "Raging Hurricane" and all wind mage skills below the Sovereign stage.

This made him equivalent to "possessing" the skills of two dozen mages. Therefore, although the feather fan was not a bizarre and unsolvable top-grade item, it was still exceptionally precious.

For example, right now, with thunder-attribute spirit energy restricted, he could still fight the Holy See's single descendant knight.

He could actually forcefully manipulate thunder-attribute spirit energy to break the knight's rules, but doing so would inevitably cause the opponent to use Judgement, pointlessly giving the enemy a buff.

In such a narrow secret chamber, allowing a knight skilled in melee combat to gain amplification would be extremely fatal to him.

Clang clang clang... Dense wind blades constantly slashed at the single descendant knight, sparking dazzling sparks. Zhai Cai transformed into a streak of bronze light, instantly rushing in front of Qian Ning·Lu, and thrust his sword toward his chest.

Qian Ning·Lu retreated with Wind Riding. The feather fan in his hand suddenly unfolded, turning into a small palm-leaf fan. He vigorously fanned upward.

"Whoosh..."

A hurricane with a diameter of five meters rose from the ground, emitting an ear-piercing and chaotic howl.

Raging Hurricane! He activated the fan's active skill.

Zhai Cai was directly swept up by the hurricane, heavily crashing into the ceiling, letting out a muffled thud.

Seizing the opportunity, Qian Ning·Lu manipulated the wind, swiftly rushing toward the secret chamber's entrance.

His thinking was clear. Winnie·Berent, with two defensive items, would be difficult to kill in a short time. And as a thunder mage, he could not defeat a knight in a narrow secret chamber.

Therefore, after successfully luring the knight closer, he unhesitatingly used the wind mage's Wind Riding ability, preparing to abandon the assassination plan and escape the secret chamber.

Zhai Cai, in mid-air, uttered a low incantation: "The rules of this battle are a one-on-one duel, escape from the secret chamber is prohibited."

Qian Ning·Lu felt the surrounding thunder-attribute energy reactivating, no longer suppressed by the knight's decree.

But he only hesitated for less than a second in his mind, abandoning the idea of ​​fighting back. The reason was simple: even if he regained his strength, it would still be difficult for him to kill a Level 7 knight.

Moreover, there was also a "blind" Winnie assisting the enemy. Even blind, she was still an Level 8 thunder mage.

This assassination was doomed to fail the moment Zhai Cai appeared.

"Bang!"

Qian Ning·Lu crashed open the secret chamber door, arriving outside. Ten meters ahead was the elevator, and to the left of the elevator was the stairwell.

The moment he crashed open the secret chamber's iron door, Zhai Cai's low judgment came from behind:

"In the name of a knight, I sentence the fleeing one to death."

He violently flung the knight's longsword in his hand, transforming it into a bronze silk, pursuing Qian Ning·Lu at an even faster speed.

Qian Ning, who had just escaped the secret chamber, felt a fierce wind howling behind him, and the hairs on his back stood on end. His expression changed slightly, and he quickly waved his feather fan, erecting a wind wall.

At the same time, he grabbed two items from his inventory: a deep gray jade stone engraved with Void runes, and a circular horn shield.

The horn round shield was what he had exchanged for using a Sovereign-quality item of his original class and merit points from the Hunter Guild.

Just as the two items were taken out, the golden stream of light flew before his eyes. The wind wall instantly collapsed into a strong wind. Qian Ning·Lu's pupils reflected that bright bronze light.

He quickly raised the small shield, pushing it forward. "Clang!"

The knight's longsword struck the round shield, stirring up dazzling light.

The surface of Qian Ning·Lu's round shield cracked with dense fissures, and his body flew backward.

He was extremely grateful that his choice in the secret chamber had been the right one – not forcefully breaking the rules and mobilizing thunder-attribute spirit energy.

This Holy See knight, a sixth-generation single descendant, was far stronger than ordinary paladins. If he had allowed him to use "Judgement" in the secret chamber, Qian Ning estimated that he would have already returned to The Way of the Extraordinary.

While flying backward, he unhesitatingly crushed the teleportation jade stone.

The jade stone disintegrated into fine light spots, wrapping Qian Ning·Lu's body, then disappearing.

"Pa!" Qian Ning·Lu, who should have been teleported away, heavily fell to the ground. He sat up in a daze, not understanding why the teleportation jade stone had failed.

Immediately, he saw that his surroundings were covered with red-lettered, black-bottomed talismans.

The talismans formed a circular array, propping up an invisible barrier, trapping him inside. It was also the barrier that restricted his teleportation escape.

A Sovereign-level restriction... Despair welled up in Qian Ning·Lu's eyes. Even more despairing was that six black talismans extended illusory chains, wrapping around Qian Ning·Lu's hands, feet, neck, and waist.

"Ah..."

The moment the illusory chains wrapped around his body, Qian Ning·Lu felt his soul being burned by fierce flames, and couldn't help but let out a painful scream.

"Sizzle..."

A tree-like lightning bolt shot out from his body, striking the floor, ceiling, and black talisman paper, causing some disturbance to the invisible barrier, but it was not destroyed.

Qian Ning·Lu endured the pain of "Soul Refinement," and laboriously waved his feather fan, directly activating the "Raging Hurricane" skill. A terrifying hurricane rose from the ground, directly tearing apart the floor and ceiling, connecting the roof and the next floor.

But even though the floor under his feet had been torn apart, the six black paper talismans were still not affected in any way. They seemed to exist in another space.

The barrier formed by the Soul Refinement Talisman ignored physical destruction.

Immediately afterward, a strong thunder light erupted from his body again, and his entire person transformed into a bright blue ball of light. The next second, the bright blue thunder ball exploded.

With a "pop," the translucent shockwave directly short-circuited the power supply of the entire building, causing all electrical appliances to malfunction.

And the top floor's structure, except for the secret chamber beside him, was completely destroyed.

Even so, Qian Ning·Lu despairingly discovered that the explosion he created by overdrafting his spirit energy still hadn't destroyed the six black talismans.

Zhai Cai floated in the air, propping himself up with his sword in one hand, and stroking his chin with the other, examining the six talismans, revealing a thoughtful expression.

When Qian Ning·Lu had tried to destroy the talismans earlier, he had also tried to stab the barrier with his sword, discovering that physical attacks didn't seem to be able to destroy the talismans and the barrier. "Ding-a-ling~"

A crisp silver bell sound came from the collapsed stairwell below. Qian Ning·Lu and Zhai Cai simultaneously turned their heads, seeing a woman in a red dress and a mask, swaying her waist as she walked.

She was barefoot, her snowy white jade feet bare, and dark golden bells were fitted around her ankles.

The knight's longsword in Zhai Cai's hand slowly lit up with a bronze halo, as he stared at the red-dressed woman, "Who are you!" The red-dressed woman giggled, "A friend of Happy Swordsman."

New Covenant Port.

Snow-white xenon lamps shone on the port, as cold as frost and snow, just like the mood of the evil faction saints at this time. Icy cold.

Tivrus had returned to The Way of the Extraordinary.

A legendary figure who had been a peak saint for ten years, traversing the Free Federation, with a reputation louder than most saints, had returned to The Way of the Extraordinary in this way.

Ended by a newly rising young man, within two or three moves, ending a brilliant life.

Even though the saints present were used to seeing big storms, seeing the scene before them, they still felt it was not real enough. "Pa!"

Cocktail slapped himself in the face, making his face burn with pain.

He stared blankly at Tivrus's corpse with a stiff expression.

"It's not an illusion..." Mo-Baku said in a low voice.

Cocktail's lips began to tremble.

At this moment, the night covering the yin corpse dissipated, and the effectiveness of the sleeping magic bullet had passed.

Zhang Yuanqing bent down and picked up the Painting of Chaos, throwing it into the sky.

The colorful colors in the oil painting separated from the frame, shooting out in all directions. The strong colors quickly diffused, distorting everything in reality.

The black-clothed people surrounded by the colors of the oil painting fell one after another. Some had their heads between their legs, some had their buttocks on their chests, some had their heads twisted behind their backs, and some had their genitals growing on their faces.

Their body structures were completely reversed and chaotic.

Mo-Baku, with his weak physique, was the first to fall. His flesh died, and his soul left his body, quickly floating into the night sky.

The short knife in Zhang Yuanqing's hand lit up with a jet-black light. He made a grasping motion towards Mo-Baku's spirit body, grabbing a semi-transparent phantom image from the air, and slashed down fiercely.

"Ah..."

Mo-Baku screamed shrilly, his spirit body collapsing and then dissipating.

The Soul-Slaying of the Form-and-Spirit-Annihilating Knife was specially designed to counter Illusionists.

Among the other peak saints, the Jealousy God General, who was the strongest in close combat but lacked life-saving skills, died first, his body like a carelessly pieced-together doll.

Water Ghost, Star Official, and Cocktail used their respective life-saving skills to escape the range covered by the oil painting in a thrilling manner.

As for the Leader of the Heavens, he had already escaped long ago.

Zhang Yuanqing, enduring the tearing pain of his genes after beastification, coldly swept over the orthodox saints behind him: "What are you spacing out for? Leave no one alive."

Boom!

The emotions of the orthodox camp's saints erupted like a volcano, displaying unprecedented excitement and fighting spirit.