In the face of the bishop's attack, Wang Xiaole opened his mouth to inhale a breath of air and then raised his left hand, delivering a punch towards the opponent.

In almost an instant, the terrifying force of the punch shattered the void;

Before the bishop's sword aura could even get close to its target, it was completely swept away by the force of the punch, causing no harm at all.

Just as Wang Xiaole used a punch to break down the bishop's assault, the opponent once again activated his own artifact;

The bishop was clear: if he wanted to continue the fight, he could not do it without the help of this external force.

Unfortunately, the bishop was not proficient in playing the zither, so he couldn't unleash the true power of the instrument. Even in this moment of full confrontation with Wang Xiaole, he felt somewhat inadequate,

At this moment, the bishop no longer had the previous disdainful thoughts and no longer underestimated the opponent in front of him.

Now, the bishop truly felt the crisis emanating from death;

Therefore, in the next moment, the bishop would unleash the maximum power of the zither, determined to resolve life and death with Wang Xiaole.

As thoughts turned, all of the bishop's holy power was infused into the zither, instantly transforming it into a long spear, the zither's strongest attack.

And the name of that spear was "Holy Spear."

Due to its overly edgy name, few holders had actually spoken the name out loud.

This light spear, which had a strong purifying effect against demonic forces and magic, shot towards Wang Xiaole in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the light spear was already closing in on him, its speed astounding.

With a "pu chi" sound!

The light spear directly pierced into Wang Xiaole's body, seemingly penetrating him entirely. Around the edge of the spearhead, wisps of white smoke could be seen.

Why was there no blood? Clearly, a being with magical properties like him would have been injured by the spear.

The bishop couldn't understand, but prepared to launch another attack;

It was at this moment that a pleasant laughter suddenly rang out, and only that person could have made that sound.

"It's a pity you prepared such a powerful move, but in my body, there is more than just magic and holy power..."

As the words fell, a light more dazzling and radiant than the light spear itself radiated from within Wang Xiaole, like the brilliance of the sun shining for miles.

Compared to this, the light created by the bishop seemed like a flickering candle, easily overwhelmed.

This was the true reason why the light spear failed to have an effect, because when it came to comparing the scale and purity of divine power, the bishop was indeed far from sufficient.

At this moment, Wang Xiaole's slender hand grabbed the light spear, which congealed from holy aura, and shattered inch by inch in his hand as if it had aged over countless years, becoming useless.

"Your full force attack is nothing but this, and the power of the Holy See is much weaker than I imagined... By the way, I just took a hit from you, so now it's my turn to strike back with a sword!"

As Wang Xiaole spoke the last word, his fist had already struck out.

The bishop's reaction was swift; as Wang Xiaole spoke, he faintly sensed the danger.

So as soon as Wang Xiaole acted, the bishop swiftly flew backwards almost at the same time;

It was this cautious action that barely allowed the bishop to evade his opponent's attack.

At this point, the bishop no longer harbored thoughts of defeating his opponent, but rather of how to survive under Wang Xiaole's assault and leave this dangerous place unscathed.

As he retreated, the bishop frantically strummed his precious zither, sending out waves of sound attacks like an avalanche towards Wang Xiaole;

The reason the bishop did this had nothing to do with creating opportunities for himself, but purely aimed at stopping Wang Xiaole's pursuit in order to ensure his own survival.

As for his subordinates, the bishop could only hope that they would be able to escape afterwards, one by one.

But the bishop's hopes of escaping disaster were destined to be dashed.

Just as the escape began, a small figure circled around to the rear of the Crusaders.

When the bishop continued to retreat a distance, he instinctively felt a formidable presence behind him.

Bai Meow stood in the path of escape, though seemingly inconspicuous, no one had the ability to cross her defense line.

It was just that the bishop had the misfortune to encounter Bai Meow, who had followed his older brother all the way.

As the urge to return became stronger, Wang Xiaole unleashed a terrifying burst of energy.

From the moment she crossed the border, this little girl had been running behind until she finally caught up.

The speed of her little brain was not slow;

With just one glance at the bishop's face, Bai Meow knew he was a villain, knew she should intercept him to help big brother.

In the end, the reason the bishop lost his life was due to this somewhat helpless but crucial aspect of appearances.

In that fleeting moment when the escape route was blocked, the bishop made the wisest choice: to stay in place and confront the situation that left him with no other options.

Aiming behind the bishop, Wang Xiaole raised his thumb and then wrapped his left hand around the sword hilt, holding the long sword aloft with both hands.

Just then, the bishop placed the zither in front of him like a shield, using it as his defense.

The blade came down, and the bishop slightly rotated his hands, controlling the zither to deflect the sharp edge with the resilient strings.

With a click!

The strings caught the blade, temporarily restraining it for a few seconds. Although brief, it was better than not buying any time at all.

Targeting the opponent right in front of him, the bishop infused strength into his right leg and kicked below the fluttering skirt.

Wang Xiaole had anticipated this move and instantly bent his body, shifting the sword's center of gravity downwards;

As his right elbow moved downward, his arm hooked outward in a half-circle trajectory, striking the bishop's incoming right foot in advance.

Thud!

After the collision between foot and hand, it was the former that suffered the injury.

At that moment, the bishop's right foot, just kicked out, had to be abruptly retracted;

As the foot touched the ground again, it seemed unsteady, as if some bones were seriously hurt.

"Where did this freak come from? Why have I never heard of such a person in Dibiles before?"

With questions in mind, the bishop did not give up on survival.

Even as each string of the zither snapped, he maneuvered the instrument to avoid the sword thrust, and then raised it over his head and fiercely slammed it down towards Wang Xiaole.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Xiaole flicked his wrist, causing the sword's tip to deflect upwards;

With an attack from above and a counter from below, from two different directions, the two weapons ultimately met at the same point.

Crack!

The zither was cut through by the sword, and then Wang Xiaole shifted his wrist to bring it to the bishop's neck, finally allowing him to say:

"You can speak your last words, but just one."

Knowing that a terrible scene was about to unfold, Bai Meow instinctively turned away, not wanting to witness what she shouldn't see.

At the same time, the goddess who had fallen behind a tree and couldn't get up had finally "revived" and hurried over to tell Wang Xiaole:

"Xiaole, take him out, finish him off! It's because of him I have a big bump on my forehead that still hasn't healed."

"Don't talk nonsense, that bump was caused by yourself, wasn't it?"

The bishop subconsciously defended himself, as admitting to something he hadn't done was quite difficult.

"Finished talking? Well, goodbye then!"

Impatient, Wang Xiaole treated the bishop's words as his final words, and immediately swung the sword down without hesitation.

Considering his own identity and position, Freya certainly had no intention of witnessing a bloody scene. She very consciously turned her head aside.

With a "pu chi" sound!

The sound signified the abrupt end of the bishop's life.

The armies of various forces on the continent were like the underworld in a sense;

Once you took out the leaders, the rest of the people would quickly become harmless.

From the moment the bishop fell, the Holy See's forces were completely scattered, and even the most elite Crusaders were mixed in with the fleeing troops.

The Crusaders had to run; fundamentally, they lacked much independent thinking ability, and without someone giving orders, they would scatter in an instant.

Wang Xiaole had no intention of pursuing the fleeing soldiers, not because he suddenly turned to do good deeds; it was simply for personal reasons that he chose to let those people return alive.

Cai, who had not intervened in the previous battle and did not join Wang Xiaole in attacking the bishop, did so to avoid becoming a true "apostate" in the eyes of those soldiers.

The soldiers who made it back would be equivalent to thousands of live witnesses;

They would tell the higher-ups in the Holy See:

The second Red Cloak Bishop had an unfortunate accident, and the Holy Maiden was kidnapped and taken away by someone to act as a hostage.

With this, Cai wasn't staying on purpose but rather striving to return, only to be "helplessly" kidnapped.

Being kidnapped was absolutely not wrong, and the Holy See could not strip Cai of the title of "Holy Maiden" on these grounds;

Moreover, in the eyes of the soldiers, Wang Xiaole was undoubtedly a girl;

Experiencing being taken away by someone of the same gender would not lead to doubts about the purity of the Holy Maiden, and the Pope could not expel Cai with this excuse.

Cai's plan was more or less like this – not staying voluntarily but getting Wang Xiaole to help her stay.

"What are you staring at? Hurry back home and make us something to eat."

With this urging, Cai, who had become considerably happier, respectfully lowered her head and joyfully replied, "Yes!"