Surging with power, the majestic holy energy formed a vortex and was injected into the sword wrapped in layers of white cloth.

Upon external stimulation, the cloth wrapped around it stirred and quickly disintegrated, leaving behind a layer of debris floating in the air.

Beneath the debris, Wang Xiaole's eyes were filled with madness, like a raging beast.

His current reaction was solely because the Red Bishop had said the wrong thing, and it wasn't just one wrong word!

Until today, Wang Xiaole was unaware that the victor of the challenge would have the right to marry the Empress, his own disciple.

It wasn't until Sister Glasses scolded the bishop and mentioned "Your Majesty" that his understanding was overturned.

Sister Glasses' unintentional reminder was the opportunity for Wang Xiaole to understand the situation;

the bishop's overbearing actions were the only reason he appeared here;

it was no longer just a small matter about money.

Now, as a master, the young man chose to stand in the way of the bishop;

and this particular person was the target he couldn't easily let go of.

The young man made a decision in his heart, and the hand he held tightly moved with him.

The hand flew upwards, and the sword, held by the fingertips, was immediately thrown into the air.

The bishop instinctively looked up and saw a slender black sword spinning in mid-air several meters from the ground.

In an instant before the sword was about to land, the figure holding the sword followed, jumping to the same height;

the figure extended the right arm outward, controlling the corresponding palm to grip and pull down;

With a "snap," the sword hilt was gripped, and immediately after, the sharp blade was held over the person's head, the shadow of the sword descending with the figure.

When did the challenge begin?

The answer was naturally from the moment the cold glare slashed down.

With this sword, the battle unfolded;

beyond victory or defeat, it could take a life!

The bishop didn't expect someone to defy him. In the first moment of the challenge, he had no mental or physical preparation.

When a black glow, swallowing the sunlight above his head, descended with a murderous aura, the bishop could only retreat and evade as his primary action.

Clang!

The arena's surface, covered with a magical protective layer, was effortlessly sliced open under this simple and pure strike;

the surrounding ground was also covered with shattered marks.

Just that one strike was more dangerous than every battle the bishop had experienced in the past.

Now the bishop understood:

The opponent before him was not here for any other reason but to take his life.

Although he understood, the bishop couldn't object.

One of the rules of the challenge had made it clear:

Life and death were irrelevant in the challenge!

At this moment, on this arena, status and identity were merely a decoration at the moment of death, only highlighting the losers' pitifulness.

The bishop was well aware of this, so he had no intention of holding back and could only go all out.

After the lackeys sprung into action, the bishop caught a miserable white scepter;

this was his weapon, a tool to take the lives of others.

Being a member of the "Church of the Supreme God," the bishop's most adept fighting style was to manipulate the light elements for his own use.

On the other hand, Wang Xiaole failed to strike down, but his feet moved swiftly, instantly increasing his speed. In the eyes of the citizens on the outskirts, all they could see at the moment was the black-haired "girl" on stage. Just as her feet touched the ground, her body swiftly dashed forward, each movement seamlessly connected to the previous.

The opponent's dominance was not unexpected by the bishop. Even if the opponent could be considered as "a fragrance of warm jade," for the bishop who had become the target of a life or death situation, he had no intention of showing any mercy or pity.

As the scepter was raised, white "threads" emerged in front of the bishop, intertwining into a net in the eyes of him and Wang Xiaole. In an instant, this "white net" formed, coinciding with the approaching sword edge.

Soon after, Sister Glasses saw that in the moment the sword struck, the parts of the web intersecting with the blade, formed by numerous rays of light, immediately fell in the opposite direction to the force of the strike. The characteristic of the web was to use its own elasticity to remove as much of the attacker's force as possible during defense. If it were an ordinary attack, the web would have caught it as it had in the past...

However, today was different from before!

Crack, crack, crack! A chilling aura extended from the end of the black sword, and the invisible coldness only grazed the descending threads, causing them to instantly burst apart one by one. It was like a spring splashing with water or a string quietly breaking. As the threads fell powerless, they formed scattered powder on the ground, as if someone had spread a layer of shining scales on the surface. Just at this moment, the sunlight shining through the sky illuminated the surface of the powder. Immediately, a mutation occurred—the powder, born from light elements, suddenly emitted searing heat.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle! The powder ignited upon contact with light, instantly turning into a raging fire. This "fire of light" did not burn the stage or randomly spread, but instead rolled back towards Wang Xiaole, transforming into a surging sea of flames.

"It's not over yet." The bishop, who was fighting desperately, was formidable. With his subsequent counterattack, he wanted to prove to the spectators that his rise from the bottom of the church to his current position was not only due to flattery but also his own strength.

The bishop began to chant, and the other half of the silk web that had been cut down earlier immediately dissolved at an extremely fast speed. The strands of silk, which went against gravity, showed a torrential rain of arrows as they hovered in the air, aiming for the figures on the stage. The ends of the silk threads turned into inverted triangles. After this change occurred, the countless thin lines now possessed the killing power of iron arrows. With ten thousand arrows falling from above and the flames rolling in front, Wang Xiaole was faced with a dire situation.

The only thing he could use to counter the current situation was the sword in his hand. This was the first time Wang Xiaole had used a sword in this life, but from his previous actions, it was evident that the first time doesn't necessarily mean one cannot be proficient. The techniques engraved deep in his soul were constantly at work. Even in the only previous life as the person beloved by Cai Shen'ai, relying solely on the instinct developed at that time, Wang Xiaole was able to skillfully wield the black long sword in his right hand. For Wang, using a sword was as simple as eating.

For Wang Xiaole, his reaction to what he did later was equally effortless.

No matter how many counterattacks there were, only this one sword could block them.

There was no heaviness in Wang Xiaole's heart, only a strong surge of killing intent.

Unlike the previous few times he fought, this time he had lost interest in playing around. He had no intention of pretending to avoid the incoming sea of fire.

Swish!

Instead of retreating, Wang Xiaole moved closer to the scorching sea of fire that could boil the ocean.

A cold smile appeared on the bishop's face, as if he had imagined his opponent being burned to ashes in his mind. However, imagination was just imagination, often far from reality.

He would disappoint the gloating side.

No matter how wide the bishop's eyes were, all he could see was:

Wang Xiaole stood on a platform just a step away from the sea of fire. He straightened his right hand, turned the sword hilt, and the blade spread its edge.

Without actually slashing the sword, with just a little magic attached to it, the towering sea of fire in front of his fist's reach was split in half.

The sea of fire was divided into two parts, leaning towards both sides;

Before the cut-off sea of fire could fall back to the ground, the previously cut magic mercilessly pressed down on both sides.

Different powers collided, and the result was mostly erosion of each other until one side was depleted, or

--- As if right now, it presented a lopsided suppression!

The main components of the sea of fire were primarily light, which could be transformed into flames with enough heat. However, in the present context:

The raging fire that could burn someone's bones to ashes was mercilessly annihilated due to the restraint of attributes and the decisive difference in power.

After covering up the colors unique to the inferno, the unstoppable magic immediately surged upwards, expanding into a formidable storm.

The "arrows" that had just descended and were barely able to aim at their targets had their chance to lock onto their heads, but were instantly shattered by the raging wind;

Each "arrow of light" was sliced into several segments;

They could no longer restore themselves, only accepting the fate of being ground into tiny, invisible pieces within the storm.

Wang Xiaole inserted the sword into the platform, and the storm raging in the air immediately dissipated;

At the same time, the section of the arena that extended from in front of him and reached the bishop's feet was immediately affected;

The rolling hot air remaining on the surface of the platform was cooled in an instant;

Now, even if someone were to step directly onto it, they would not feel the slightest heat left on the surface of the arena from the burning flames.

Seeing his full-powered move being completely shattered, the bishop couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The shock caused by his opponent's strength was just one aspect;

What shocked the bishop even more was the power itself that dispersed his two powerful moves just now.

Yes, it was magic!

Not the holy power used by humans, but the magic used by the demon race, which generally had a restraining effect on the former.

The bishop had seen magic before; it was not his first time witnessing it.

But seeing such a terrifying surge of magic formed in front of him today, and being freely wielded by a human...

If you add up all these anomalies and the bishop's recent firsthand experience, it is undoubtedly extremely frightening!

"Bold of you to say! " The bishop knew that he would have a difficult time winning a direct confrontation, so he decided to engage in psychological warfare with his opponent. Teaching others a lesson was something the bishop excelled at. After the humiliation he suffered in the previous two rounds, he now presented himself as superior, with a righteous expression, and accused Wang Xiaole with a lofty demeanor, saying, "That sword carries an aura originating from the demon race... You have quite the audacity to secretly communicate with demons!"