Wang Xiaole raised his left hand, calling upon clusters of water screens to gather around his body, with weapons spearing into the water screens immediately.
"The first one!"
Wang Xiaole grabbed the flowing water with his wet hands, flicking his ten fingers, causing numerous water droplets to scatter and change shape.
In an instant, the interconnected water screens rolled up and swiftly smashed the thousands of weapons that were flying down in the first wave into powder.
At that moment, Wang Xiaole's delicate fingers became as sparkling as water droplets; under his control, the torrent of water that crushed many weapons into powder surged back upwards, rushing towards a higher point.
Like a towering pillar flipping over, the rising torrent surged upwards, heavily striking the "white clouds" that were just descending; immediately, the "white clouds" seemed to melt and, as they stretched outwards, they exploded into countless tiny "raindrops" that fell to the ground.
Crackle! Crackle!
Each "raindrop" was actually a fragmented and incomplete weapon; as these damaged items fell to the ground, they created myriad pits on the earth.
"The second one."
With a kneading-dough-like motion, Wang Xiaole reversed the wave of water that his hands controlled, causing it to rage horizontally towards both sides in an instant.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
In a flash, two more "white clouds" were immediately shattered; at this moment, Wang Xiaole seemed to be wielding an unmatched flood, breaking the enemy's attacks one after another on the battlefield of the heavens.
"The third, the fourth."
Hearing Wang Xiaole's shouts, the (fraudulent) bishop's face twitched, his tone becoming even more gloomy.
"Have you become too aggressive?"
The (fraudulent) bishop stared at the raging flood in the sky, raised his right hand, and aimed it at the "white clouds" in the distance.
After a moment, the two "white clouds" rapidly changed shape, elongated on the periphery, with their central parts abruptly emptied, resembling two circular hoops.
As the (fraudulent) bishop snapped his fingers with a cracking sound, he remotely manipulated the two "hoops," casting them above the flood.
Suddenly, the two "hoops" descended and encased the outer layer of the invisible flood, leading to a surprising turn of events.
The flowing flood seemed to be forcibly halted at that moment; the originally turbulent and roiling water now resembled stagnant water.
"Attack!"
At the bishop's command, almost simultaneously, the two nested "hoops" compressed inward, and on their surfaces, hundreds of "spikes" extended out; looking closely, one would realize that these were actually hundreds of shining weapons with only their sharp parts exposed.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
If a person was caught within the "hoops," at that moment, from inside out, they would undoubtedly suffer hundreds of penetrating injuries.
If the object pierced symmetrically is the wave of flood that came to a standstill, then at this moment, the interior ripples as if it is about to burst.
"The fifth, the sixth."
Wang Xiaole's ongoing count is now calculating the total number of "white clouds" he has destroyed.
Although a bit ahead of schedule, at this moment, he still shouted out his new achievement;
At the next moment, he was about to turn his shout into reality!
Clap, clap, clap.
Wang Xiaole gently clapped his hands, and under the control of the divine power-laden sound, the about-to-burst flood suddenly surged;
The gradually weakening water waves eventually solidified both on the surface and inside shortly after, rapidly expanding from liquid to solid.
Water turned into ice!
If not careful, the two "rings" that originally held the flood together were now a part of the massive ice block.
The interior of the ice block created by Wang Xiaole was not without lethality;
This was evidenced by the two "rings" that were crushed in the next moment.
The massive ice block gave the feeling of a waterfall, suspended upside down in a moment, no less imposing than the exaggerated "three thousand feet" in poetry!
Interpreting the moment the ice block descended to the ground as a meteorite impact would be inaccurate.
To be precise, the sound should be described as the simultaneous fall of a "meteorite cluster."
The fake bishop had no intention of directly confronting the force of the blow, and in just a blink of an eye, he swiftly retreated from the attacking range.
As the ice pillar thundered down upon the earth, the fake Bishop's body was just out of reach of the attacking force.
"Even though you knew you wouldn't hit me, why did you still attack?"
Just as the fake Bishop was feeling puzzled, the ice block that landed a moment ago underwent a visible transformation.
Similar to witnessing the formation of an "iceberg," the ice block seemed to sprout from the ground, doubling in size almost instantly;
At the top of the ice block, the ice layers that were originally concave suddenly became sharp, appearing like spikes growing towards the sky and attacking upwards.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
After a single sound, a long series of strange noises followed.
The fake Bishop standing on the ground could only watch helplessly as the "white clouds" hanging in the sky were simultaneously pierced by the ice spikes!
When the "white clouds" were pierced open, the spreading chill immediately froze them;
This time, despite the terrifying number of light weapons, there were not many craters left on the ground;
Because after being frozen, even the most basic result of falling had become a luxury.
"It seems there's still a little more than half of the 'white clouds' left, sorry, I couldn't be bothered to continue counting, so I destroyed them all in an instant."
Separated by an "iceberg," Wang Xiaole's powerful shout still reached the ears of the fake Bishop.
Just as Wang Xiaole let out a sigh of relief, a terrifying aura swept towards him.
A giant figure, like a massive mountain, crashed through the iceberg and locked onto Wang Xiaole from where the fake Bishop stood, charging straight towards him.
With a slight raise of his eyes, Wang Xiaole could clearly see:
The dragon appeared!
This was not any ordinary lesser dragon, but a true dragon exuding endless murderous intent!
The catalyst for bringing this dragon into reality was none other than a bishop's forbidden curse.
The effect of this curse was not just to create lifeless swords and knives.
At this moment, this flesh and blood dragon of light resembled a tyrant ruling over heaven and earth, ready to crush all living beings in sight.
"Roar!"
The massive dragon opened its bloodthirsty mouth wide and, beneath that abyss-like throat, suddenly unleashed a terrifying suction force.
This suction force was comparable to an inward-directed hurricane, as before Wang Xiaole could be sucked in, the surrounding trees and many shattered stones caught in the vortex were first consumed by the dragon.
For a dragon as mighty as this, these "appetizers" were not enough to even get stuck in its teeth, let alone have a second bite.
Desiring to devour something new urgently, the dragon's demand was soon met.
However, the taste of that something was not quite to its liking...
Wang Xiaole widened his eyes, and his aura surged to a new level, partially harnessing the power within him.
Buzzing.
Amidst the clang of blades, there was a thunderous sound as the sword energy unleashed by Wang Xiaole clashed directly with the hurricane swirling in front of the dragon's bloody mouth.
In an instant, the spreading holy power fluctuations caused a slight tremor in this world, akin to a minor earthquake of magnitude two or three.
The hurricane protecting the dragon's mouth was torn apart by the sword energy in the very next second, causing its massive body to be forced back on the spot.
While lacking intelligence, the dragon's eyes radiated endless anger, its flowing red coloring like flames.
Being pushed back by a tiny human being ignited an innate fury within the dragon.
Inborn pride made it unable to accept this fact, strengthening its resolve to annihilate that insignificant weakling who dared challenge its dignity;
Only by doing so could it quell the instinctual rage within.
Facing the furious assault of its formidable opponent head-on, Wang Xiaole's reaction remained as calm as ever as his body moved like lightning, swiftly wielding his long sword.
The dragon's scales were not like those of snakes or the limited hardness of flying dragon scales; a typical attack might not break through the dragon's defense in front of him.
However, Wang Xiaole did not waver in his attacks - if one strike did not work, he would make several more;
Even the strongest defense could be broken through with determination.
Pure strength and speed might not suffice, so every sword strike was filled with both attack and speed!
Wang Xiaole's perseverance and the dazzling speed of his attacks that left the dragon bewildered soon paid off.
Dozens of sword energies bombarded at the same point, such that even the mightiest defense would be torn apart by Wang Xiaole's long sword;
A rain of blood fell upon the land, as the formidable dragon species could not escape eventually being wounded under its opponent's relentless and frenzied assault.
The injured dragon becomes increasingly ferocious and terrifying;
With a mighty roar, it spews out breath that destroys everything.
Dragon breath — this is the instinctual attack of the dragon!
