Crack!
'Wrath' was like the jagged blade of an angry dragon, biting mercilessly at the Bishop.
The sound of metal clashing exploded, and the jagged blade left a gruesome wound on the pale mask.
"Not bad, you managed to activate the Alchemy Matrix?" The broken mask revealed part of a face, and deep in the sea-blue eyes was a cold, murderous aura.
"I underestimated you, Chu Zihang. You truly are someone worthy of my attention!"
Clang!
The Bishop raised his arm and, using pure brute force, flicked away the 'Wrath.'
The yellow robe was shredded by the jagged blade, exposing his bare upper body. However, to everyone's surprise, his skin was replaced by dark black scales.
The overlapping scales were so tough they could rival the blades made by Norton's forging technique. Even with the Alchemy Matrix activated, 'Wrath' could only leave a white mark on the scales.
The friction between the jagged blade and the scales sparked blinding flames.
The Bishop stepped back, chanting an ancient dragon script, causing the elements in the air to stir. They quickly gathered into crackling lightning.
But he wanted to retreat, and yet, could Chu Zihang let him?
"Word Soul—King's Blaze!"
A burst of intense heat wrapped in an explosion instantly interrupted the Bishop's chant.
At the same time, the rising smoke became the perfect cover.
Chu Zihang crouched low, moving through the smoke like a wild beast. His right hand swung the activated 'Wrath,' stirring the atmosphere like a giant dragon.
The jagged, blade-like edges of the weapon sliced through the air, accelerating and leaving afterimages.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The air was repeatedly shattered, sounding like thunder exploding in the ears.
One of the yellow-robed saints couldn't dodge in time, and the whip-like 'Wrath' struck him. He was instantly crushed, his body turning into a mist of blood.
The stone pillars in the Hall of Gods were also marked with deep whip marks, half a foot deep.
At that moment, Chu Zihang suddenly stomped on a stone pillar, his body compressing like a spring to its limit, before exploding with an earth-shattering force.
Boom!
The stone pillar, thick enough to be embraced by several people, was shattered forcefully.
Using the immense force, Chu Zihang turned himself into an arrow leaving its bow, instantly surpassing the limits of visibility, leaving a dark afterimage in the air, rushing straight toward the bishop.
However, just as he charged at the bishop, an unprecedented pressure suddenly descended like a tangible weight!
The heavy pressure felt like a swamp, pulling at the speeding Chu Zihang and forcing him to slow down.
"Heh, is this all you've got?" The bishop sneered, clenching his fist with five fingers, crushing the rocks beneath his feet. His figure flickered and appeared in front of Chu Zihang, throwing a punch.
Boom!
The air exploded with a deafening sound.
There was no time to react. Chu Zihang quickly placed "Wrath" in front of him to serve as a shield.
The punch landed on the blade of "Wrath," and its terrifying force spread like a tsunami, hitting him directly in the chest, making him cough up blood and sending him flying at a faster speed.
Chu Zihang crashed into a stone pillar, breaking it in half.
Pain—his bones felt like they were shattered. If not for the blood-fueled modifications to his body, that punch alone could've killed him.
Fortunately, though dragon blood was poison, for a half-blood turned into a death knight, it acted as a powerful tonic!
In just a few breaths, Chu Zihang's injuries had mostly healed.
It's not over yet!
Chu Zihang growled lowly, breaking free from the weight of the pressure, his golden eyes burning like fierce flames.
He reached into the bronze sword chest with his left hand, and with a sharp hum, pulled out a short sword, which resembled a Japanese wakizashi.
As soon as the short sword was drawn, it activated under Chu Zihang's pure dragon bloodline. The blade vibrated slightly, instantly tearing through the air and cutting open a nearly transparent passage.
The bishop, who had been handling the fight relatively easily until now, saw the short sword and his ocean-blue eyes behind the mask suddenly narrowed. His voice rose sharply: "Lust?!"
In the blink of an eye, Chu Zihang shattered the rocks beneath his feet, his figure shooting out like a missile.
Fragments of stone flew, scattering in all directions.
The savage wind slammed into his face, and before the bishop stood a pair of fiery golden eyes.
The furious roar of 'Wrath' surged like a roaring dragon, the jagged, razor-sharp blade forcing the bishop to dodge to the side.
However, in that split second of vulnerability, Chu Zihang seized the opportunity and exploited the flaw.
Now's the time!
The slash of lust was expertly angled, its trajectory as unpredictable as an antelope's horns.
Shing!
The blade sliced through the air effortlessly, not even encountering the slightest resistance.
The bishop had no time to dodge and could only raise his left hand to block it. His hand, covered in scales, looked as menacing as a dragon's claw, bracing for the incoming strike of 'Lust'!
Sizzle!
The seemingly thin short blade cut through flesh and bone with ease, embedding itself deep into his skeleton.
The bishop's gaze was filled with malice, yet he ignored his severed left hand. With his right fist, he swung it like a cannon, crashing directly into Chu Zihang's face.
"AAHH!"
Chu Zihang's ferocity matched his own.
Facing the incoming fist, he showed no intention of dodging. Instead, he lowered his head, meeting the blow with his forehead.
And then, with the intent of trading injury for injury, 'Wrath' was driven straight toward the bishop's head.
Come on!
Let's see who dies first!
In the final second, the bishop hesitated.
He withdrew his right fist and kicked at Chu Zihang, narrowly avoiding being struck by 'Wrath' that shattered his mask.
The two of them separated at the same time.
A kick to the abdomen sent Chu Zihang flying again, his body embedding into the wall of the Hall of Gods.
The violent impact made him feel like his internal organs were displaced, and he wasn't sure how many bones had broken in his body.
Thick, bright red blood soaked into the short blade, and the bishop's mask slowly peeled off, revealing his true face. His sea-blue eyes turned to gold, with fiery white light flickering in his pupils.
A trickle of blood ran down his forehead, his face contorted in Wrath, as if he were extremely enraged.
He... was actually frightened away by a mortal!
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