Chapter 158: Sword Saint
The terrifying blade sliced across Daven’s throat, blood spraying instantly,an endless wave of excruciating pain engulfing his mind,That’s a void-splitting strike capable of momentarily incapacitating even a demigod!
But the feeling of grasping the book in his hand restored sanity to Daven, who was on the brink of madness. His divine power continued to condense towards his throat, while at the same time, he used the “Eye of the Wind Chaser” to retreat rapidly, no longer discerning directions. As long as he escaped, it would be his victory!
And at this moment, no one could catch up to Daven, who possessed the sacred artifact, the Eye of the Wind Chaser.
Everyone watched the swiftly departing figure with a gloomy expression.
It seemed that the overall situation was about to be settled!
“Hahaha, my apologies. Although I was startled by your little ghost, it seems I was just one move short of victory.” Kareyang chuckled heartily. During the ordeal, he was also quite shaken by the Duke of Falexis’s series of schemes, but in the end, he fell slightly short in terms of strength. It’s just a pity that the faceless kid would have to face some hardship.
Daven’s performance also surprised him. He didn’t expect this kid to be so desperate. But they always spare no effort in nurturing people who are willing to risk their lives for the kingdom. Besides, Daven is already at the demigod level, so he can be taken in as a disciple for future guidance.
Proxis, the god, shook his head and sighed. He hadn’t expected such a dramatic turn of events. He hadn’t inquired about the Duke of Falexis’s arrangements because he believed in this extraordinary young man!
Although this young man is now over a hundred years old, Proxis had never doubted his wisdom.
Unfortunately, it seemed that this time, they would likely be defeated at the hands of Daven.
This traitor, even Proxis couldn’t help but think of slapping him dead with a palm. To use the Eye of the Wind Chaser, which originally belonged to them, to seize their sacred artifact, he was truly an ignorant little devil!
“Oh, Proxis, you wouldn’t be thinking of acting, would you? My power of faith is limited, you need to stay calm.”
“How could I? Being able to take it is a sign of your superiority. I would never lay a hand on it.”
“Hahaha, then I’ll gladly accept it.” However, just as Kareyang was about to stand up and leave, the man known as the Sword Saint unleashed a vast and overwhelming sword net, enveloping the entire sky, trapping Daven inside momentarily.
“Oh!” Kareyang was slightly stunned. Even Proxis hadn’t expected Ying Tianmou to suddenly use this move.
“When did this guy complete it?” Proxis shook his head and smiled. He and Ying Tianmou were once the Duke’s formidable figures, but unfortunately, Proxis successfully entered the realm of gods at the age of two hundred, while Ying Tianmou had been stuck in the demigod realm. Now seeing this sword net, it made the newly ascended Proxis feel quite emotional.
Except for oneself and Duke Cyril VI, all the second, fourth, and fifth generations died in the pursuit of becoming half-gods or gods. Watching Duke Cyril III of Proxis growing stronger day by day, the Proxis god couldn’t help but sigh sincerely. It’s a pity that with great power comes great scrutiny, and the Kingdom of Milik is the biggest obstacle. Their main goal is not to conquer Cyril or other duchies, but to use military force and various economic pressures to limit the development of neighboring countries. In the end, when they stand alone in dominance, other duchies will naturally submit to themselves.
Military suppression is never the best means of governance; only deeply rooted ideological implantation can convince people, leading them to naturally bow their heads.
However, just when it was thought that this tactic could block Daven, the commander of the ninety thousand ground army suddenly struck with a decisive blow.
The terrifying blade shattered the void, forming countless small attacks on the sword web, constantly wearing it down like a sandstorm, eventually forcefully creating a hole in the sword web!
“Daven, now’s your chance!” The commander’s shout immediately spurred Daven into action, although inwardly he couldn’t help but mutter, “I would have moved even without you shouting so loudly!”
The Sword Saint, Ying Tianmou, in the distance couldn’t help but sigh and shake his head. He had done his best, but unfortunately, the opponent wielded the Wind Chaser relic, leaving him with no means to catch up!
At that moment, Duke Falexis suddenly revealed a smile, a sight that sent shivers down the spine of everyone who witnessed it.
“Daven, as I’ve said before, everything could be a mix of truth and falsehood in a trap. How could you be so careless?”
“What!” Daven exclaimed in shock. The next moment, the seemingly harmless Light Sky Barrier launched an attack towards him as he attempted to approach. The terrifying momentum made Daven immediately stop in his tracks and quickly retreat.
The Sword Saint, who had initially ceased the pursuit, had a flash of determination in his eyes and resumed the chase without hesitation.
The Blade Emperor commander, sensing the unfavorable situation, immediately broke free from the encirclement of tens of thousands of mercenaries and swung his blade towards Ying Tianmou.
The unnamed Sword Saint’s eyes glinted with coldness as he drew his sword and retaliated. The clash between the two weapons immediately spread out like waves, the sound of battle echoing incessantly!
“Go! Even if it means death, we must get the Oracle’s Book out!” The commander’s words shook Daven to his core. Yes, he had already decided to sacrifice his life, but why did he choose to retreat when facing the barrier attack?
Could it be that his inner strength was not as strong as he had imagined?
No! Daven’s eyes turned red with determination. He refused to be left behind. He would rather die than be subjected to that mocking smile and those eyes.
The handsome man suddenly looked towards the barrier, but as his vision gradually cleared, his face twisted.
In the black night, a clear and weary voice entered his ears.
“Daven, today you will die here.”
A white-haired old man appeared in front of Daven, though unlike before when he was furious, now his eyes were only indifferent.
Daven didn’t know how he had undone the “Dead Reading Prohibition,” but evidently, this was the greatest obstacle in his life, perhaps even the final one.
At this thought, the red-eyed youth raised the swiftly condensing light sword in his hand and roared with all his might:
“Laogeri!!!”
