The entire process of a dance, from beginning to end, was an excruciating experience for the Bishop (impostor) and Lucia.

The most unbearable thing in this world is not having a rival embrace the person you love, standing not far away from you, but:

When the rival is just within reach, yet you are unable to do anything but watch as their tapping dance steps fall to the ground, feeling each beat on your heart;

The silhouettes of the dancers in the dance, like shadows cast over the pupils, make those forced to watch the dance wish they could gouge out their own eyes at that moment.

What the Bishop (impostor) was thinking at this moment, or why he was grinding his teeth ominously, were not important matters.

However, Lucia's response was worth analyzing.

Although it was a spontaneous idea, Wang Xiaole still felt deeply apologetic for dancing with Cai in front of Lucia.

Cai's original "apology dance" was not just performed by her alone;

As Wang Xiaole steps and exchanges positions with Cai naturally, he also kept bowing and smiling towards Lucia.

In the past, if a lover had apologized repeatedly, Lucia should not have let her rationality be consumed by the emotion called "anger";

Previously, out of love, Lucia might have reluctantly turned a blind eye to such matters.

But this time, she couldn't.

"I can't forgive you, I can't forgive you..."

With her narrow eyes narrowed, Lucia's focus in her pupils was always locked on Cai, uttering words of resentment under her breath.

Angered to such an extent, the current Lucia couldn't even see Wang Xiaole's figure;

In her eyes, only the figure of Cai was clearly enlarged and presented;

Lucia kept waving her fan towards that figure, constantly;

Each time the fan fell, the blades connected to its surface would cut through the air around, creating a scalp-tingling commotion.

Feeling that he had caused a great disaster, but with his opponent standing not far away, Wang Xiaole couldn't immediately go in front of Lucia and deeply reflect on what he had just done.

Reluctantly, Wang Xiaole had to make a decision in his heart:

Quickly settle things with the Bishop (impostor), and then figure out a way to calm Lucia's emotions.

Yes, Wang Xiaole felt that the conflict between him and the Bishop (impostor) had now become a secondary issue;

Dealing with the problem of the backyard catching fire—this was the top priority in her mind!

"I say..."

Due to the intense external stimuli earlier, the Bishop (impostor) had a slightly stiff expression now, his face as hard as granite, even his speech starting to sound mechanical.

"Insect, dare you switch places with me and fight?"

Fighting within the palace was nothing to the Bishop (impostor);

He didn't care about offending the royal family even more by confronting the palace knights who would arrive later.

However, starting a fight in this place was not a good situation for the Bishop (impostor)'s heart.

After all, the Bishop (impostor) couldn't guarantee:

In the midst of the subsequent battle with the rival, that the opponent would not suddenly step back once again, finding new ways to dance with the Holy Maiden.

If the fake bishop were to see the same scene as before for the second time, it would be a problem not only to maintain combat effectiveness but also for this clone to maintain its form.

Of course, as soon as the fake bishop proposed to "change location," he immediately felt regret.

His judgement was clouded, which led to the basic mistake of making demands to the enemy.

Later, when Wang Xiaole heard the request, a smile of dismay crept up at the corner of her lips;

for a face so captivating, such a smile not only marred its beauty but also tarnished the person's own demeanor.

Nevertheless, Wang Xiaole didn't care about these. She simply replied with an even tone, "Alright, I'll meet your request!"

Before receiving a definite response, the fake bishop had already prepared himself for being heavily ridiculed and then swiftly rejected.

The unexpected joy of having the request met improved the fake bishop's impression of the rival a bit: "Since you, this little bug, are cooperating willingly, I won't torment you much more, I'll just kill you and be done with it!"

"Well, thank you very much."

Shortly after, under the operation of Wang Xiaole, the passage leading to the world of illusion turned into an elliptical vortex of illusion, appearing in front of him and his opponent.

The moment the passage formed, Wang Xiaole no longer hesitated and jumped in on the spot.

Because the person she liked was standing on the other side, the fake bishop, who didn't particularly like to fight, also ignited his fighting spirit from within and jumped in without a second thought.

For the two girls waiting in the courtyard, all they could do later was wait.

Originally, if either Cai or Lucia joined forces with Wang Xiaole to attack the fake bishop, he probably wouldn't last three minutes.

But that would be uninteresting.

At least from Wang Xiaole's perspective, there were opponents he could engage in group combat with;

and there were some more special opponents that he would have to defeat one-on-one.

That was the pride of a boy.

Even if his body turned into that of a pure girl, this pride would not disappear from Wang Xiaole's heart.

On the other side, from the sky above the world of illusion, two figures descended in succession to the ground.

This was the third time Wang Xiaole had come here, so naturally, he felt no discomfort at all;

but for the fake bishop, this was his first visit to another world, and for a moment, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

However, the discomfort of the new environment did not make this person lose his composure.

After analyzing the surroundings, the fake bishop found it quite astonishing: "Since arriving in this world, your own power, little bug, seems to have dropped to half of what it was before; knowing that fighting here is unfavorable to you, why did you still come?"

Earlier, when the fake bishop proposed changing the location, the thought in his mind was that if the other party agreed, the next battlefield might be on the streets.

The streets were an excellent battlefield because they were spacious enough and very suitable for evading and dodging during combat.

However, things are different here.

Though the world of illusion is ten times more spacious than the city itself;

if Wang Xiaole wants to sustain this world for a long time, it will be a huge drain on him.

With this in mind, the (false) bishop's gaze darkened slightly, his mouth twitching as he asked the other person:

'On one hand, you want to prevent the world from collapsing, and on the other hand, you want to free up your hands to oppose me. Trying to juggle both... who gave you the courage and confidence?'

Indeed, Wang Xiaole is currently carrying a significant burden.

Just this additional expenditure alone forces him to only exert half of his full power.

But this burden he must bear!

Because without this world of illusion, the bishop and he would go to war in the city, affecting the entire city.

The buildings come second, as those external items can be rebuilt if they fall, but Wang Xiaole must ensure the lives of countless citizens within the city.

For no other reason, he is Isabella's companion, the emperor of the Dibiles Empire;

even though the citizens are unaware of his struggles, he still must protect them;

The title of "emperor" bears the weight of the entire country!

When asked, Wang Xiaole showed a scornful look, pulling his lips and telling his opponent:

'As selfish as you are, you cannot possibly understand me.'

'I have no interest in understanding a mere insect like you!'

On an endless grassland, under the roaring shouts, the raging holy power whirled and howled.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to reverberate with sharp noises.

That sound was extremely piercing, and if an ordinary person were affected, they would be shattered inside and out by the holy power mixed in the sound in an instant.

The invisible sound possessed a killing power that surpassed even the strongest attack, and this was the skill of the (false) bishop.

Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang!

In the sky, a large number of "weapons of light" protruded, forming more than a dozen "white clouds";

each cloud contained over ten thousand weapons, representing:

After exerting all the power that this body can handle, the (false) bishop can use forbidden curses to create over a hundred thousand types of weapons in an instant!

In this area of the sky, all the weapons crowded together, all the sharp objects pointing down, and aimed directly at where Wang Xiaole stood.

These weapons were not illusions of clones or intimidation techniques - each one was enough to kill a warrior of the Battlefield Harvester level;

and when all the swords descended together, even a powerful individual like Isabella would gradually be overwhelmed over time;

One hundred thousand swords, one hundred thousand edges, slaying beasts, demons, and men.

The assault that could destroy a legion from afar was about to fall, and a hint of smile appeared on the (false) bishop's face, accompanied by a touch of cruelty;

at that moment when the corners of his mouth curved upwards, the thousands of swords descended towards Wang Xiaole, the piercing sound of "shoo shoo" exploding as they pierced the air, echoing incessantly in the sky.

'Impressive. If this could be used in our world, it would make all five-cent special effects pale in comparison!'

Wang Xiaole gazed at the thousands of weapons falling down, his expression unusually calm. Despite the (fake) bishop fervently wishing for his demise on the spot, if such a person's desires were easy to fulfill, wouldn't living in this world be far too simple? Let him educate the other party, let that person know what it means to mess with the wrong person!