Being kicked in the face and on the back was naturally uncomfortable for the Bishop in purple robes.

"It's been years since I encountered such an interesting insect like you. You must let me have some fun!"

From within the gradually dissipating smoke and dust, the figure of the Bishop in purple robes slowly stood up. In this unclear field of vision, his presence was particularly conspicuous.

Crackle, crackle.

The Bishop flexed his muscles, producing sounds as if beans were bursting open, connecting into a string of strange noises. Just hearing this commotion might be quite intimidating.

However, when the Bishop stepped out of the smoke and revealed his face once again in front of Wang Xiaole, the solemn atmosphere lingering at the scene quickly dissipated. The main reason was that now there was a red and black shoe print stamped on the Bishop's face; not too big yet especially prominent, making it impossible for onlookers to divert their gaze from that spot.

"Things have been busy lately, and I haven't had time to clean my shoes. I had to reluctantly use your face as a substitute for a shoe polish cloth," the Bishop said.

After shaking off the ice crumbs stuck to his shoe sole, Wang Xiaole expressed a "sorry" to the Bishop; however, his expression did not seem to convey much sincerity. Rather, he appeared quite arrogant, like a mafia boss coming to assert dominance.

"I don't like to dwell on things. I won't mention the sneak attack earlier again. Let's not waste time," the Bishop said. And as he spoke, Wang Xiaole took a few steps forward, facing the Bishop and lifting one leg.

Swish!

Wang Xiaole kicked his stretched leg, and the Bishop instinctively leaned back, avoiding the hit as he stepped back. The next moment, where the Bishop had stood, seemed to sink like a melting ice sheet. There were clear cracks all around the area, which might unsettle someone with trypophobia.

Seeing his opponent dodging the attack, Wang Xiaole's response was quite natural. Just in that instant, he calculated an additional score on the Bishop's head.

"First, you intruded without permission, then destroyed many flowers and plants in my house, and just now left a hole in my backyard..."

In fact, the rather big hole was caused by Wang Xiaole's foot kicking the ground and had nothing to do with the Bishop. Nonetheless, Wang Xiaole didn't mind twisting the truth a bit and blamed it all on the Bishop.

On the other side, even though the Bishop was a bit annoyed about the mark on his face, he didn't show it too explicitly. He suppressed his anger and calmly asked, "You seem to have everything figured out, but what can you do about it? Are you hoping I will compensate you?"

"I'm not hoping for anything. I just plan to personally take compensation from you. I don't want much, just your life will suffice!"

With these words, Wang Xiaole resolved not to let the person in front of him leave alive. But despite his resolve, Wang Xiaole still couldn't figure out one thing:

Why is it so easy for the Archbishop of the Pope Kingdom to intrude into the territory of another country?

In theory, this should not be the case. After all, the border defense forces at the Dibiles border are not just for show, and it is impossible to allow an outsider to enter the territory at will.

Especially the barrier arranged at the border, it will repel anyone uninvited, whether beast or human;

Taking all the above points into consideration, Wang Xiaole has every reason to be curious:

How did the Purple Archbishop manage to come before him so effortlessly?

Concerning this matter, Wang Xiaole couldn't figure it out for a moment.

On the other hand, on Cai's side, since she saw the person she cared about safe and sound, she quickly regained her usual calmness and subsequently showed her meticulous side.

"Lady Xiaole, look at his feet!"

While Wang Xiaole was contemplating, Cai's voice suddenly came from behind, shifting his focus involuntarily to the feet of the Archbishop.

Although it was not yet midday, the sunlight shining down from above was quite abundant, enough to cast long shadows beneath the radiance.

After a quick glance, Wang Xiaole noticed an important detail he had missed earlier:

There was no shadow cast under the Archbishop's feet!

This scene did not make Wang Xiaole feel like he was seeing things, but instead two words surfaced in his mind:

"Phantom Image"!

The first time Wang Xiaole encountered these two words in reality was a few days ago when he was battling the Red Archbishop;

At that time, the "Phantom Image" summoned by the Red Archbishop was an angel from the divine realm.

The so-called "Phantom Image" can be understood as a rather special type of "shadow";

What makes it special is that the "Phantom Image" not only can be touched and felt, but it can also fight and even speak!

It can be understood this way:

The essence of the "Phantom Image" is like a kind of "tangible shadow," similar to some kind of "avatar" summoned by its main body!

As Wang Xiaole recalled the characteristics of the "Phantom Image," he instantly understood:

The Archbishop confronting him diagonally opposite was not the main body, or in other words:

As long as Dibiles remains an empire and exists independently, an unwelcome intruder like the Archbishop could not possibly infiltrate.

The one sent by the main body was just a "Phantom Image" with some of its own power;

Also, because the "Phantom Image" is different from ordinary people or creatures, there was no disturbance at the border;

Wang Xiaole thought:

This separated avatar sent by the Archbishop probably managed to sneak in unnoticed due to its advantage in being hard to detect.

Up to a certain moment, the avatar transformed into the Archbishop (fake) had no noticeable intentions until he saw the intimacy between himself and Cai...

The consciousness of the avatar and the main body are connected, with the only difference being:

The main Archbishop has bona fide "nation-toppling" power;

While this avatar's strength has reached a "quasi-nation-toppling" level.

The reason the Archbishop did not come personally is because he felt:

Dealing with a rival in such a rural area didn't require his personal involvement. Simply sending out an avatar would suffice to completely deal with Wang Xiaole.

Even now, the avatar controlled by the original self still did not feel like it would be defeated; the difference brought by Wang Xiaole's kick, at most, made the bishop (pseudo) a bit more cautious than before; notice the word is "some"!

"Country bug, come and fight with me."

The bishop (pseudo) folded his hands, accumulating strength within his body, and immediately unleashed his strongest move:

Forbidden Spell!

The brilliant sunlight underwent a change, becoming "sharp" in the next second; the "sharpness" referred to here is not a metaphor, but represents a scene turned into reality.

The endless sunlight transformed into countless weapons in a later instant; among them were spears, long knives, and a rain of arrows stacked with arrowheads; each of these weapons was formed by the elements of light, numbering in the thousands, forming a large-scale killing formation;

To easily control such a large number of weapons is the ability of the bishop (pseudo), and also his forbidden spell: "Field of Light"!

As long as there is sunlight-filled space, there is an endless supply of light elements, and the bishop (pseudo) also has an endless supply of weapons to freely use.

Facing the threats brought by countless sharp objects, Wang Xiaole needed to use a weapon; just one was enough, and Wang Xiaole only needed the long sword that suited him.

"My love, catch the sword!"

The voice calling toward Wang Xiaole from above was Lucia; since the bishop (pseudo) appeared, she had been tightly gripping the weapon left by her lover in the room, precisely for this moment!;

After a loud shout, Lucia threw the pitch-black long sword along with its hilt.

If the sword was white and the sky black, this sword was like a flash cutting through the night; if it was like it is now, the sword black and the sky white, then this weapon was like a deep abyss that swallowed all light.

The knowledgeable bishop (pseudo) could tell it was a good sword; however, he felt no ounce of annoyance at the fact that his rival had obtained a weapon, because:

"Do you think I will give you a chance to catch the weapon?"

A "rain of spears" descended, turning Wang Xiaole's original foothold into a sieve-like state; the bishop (pseudo) launched an attack at this moment not to cause harm to the target, but solely to delay the opponent's movements.

Taking advantage of the few seconds Wang Xiaole dodged, the bishop (pseudo) wiped the grey off his face and flicked a pair of high-heeled shoes off the soles of his feet, leaving behind a faint red streak soaring toward the sky.

Since the sword had been flung this way, it was fast; however, the bishop (pseudo) was faster. Before the sword lost momentum and fell to the ground, he moved his body horizontally to the front of the hilt and grabbed it.

Click!

Yet before this, a delicate foot stepped on the hand extended by the bishop (pseudo); in an instinctive response, the bishop (pseudo) reflexively withdrew his hand; however, even before retracting his arm formally, the back of his hand was kicked by the sole of the exposed foot, leaving a red mark behind.

The person who forced the bishop (pseudo) to retreat was none other than Wang Xiaole, who, after dodging the "rain of spears," swiftly approached!

Upon reaching out his hand, Wang Xiaole re-gripped the long sword, retrieved the foot that had just been kicked out, and with a swift turn of his body, he swung the drawn sword down.

"Do you think that I still need opportunities from you?" echoed the voice, resounding with the absolute authority of a strong warrior!