Chapter 1286: Chapter 1279: Battle Once More

Upon hearing Lu Tianxing’s calm and unhurried words, a trace of fear involuntarily flashed deep in Holder’s eyes. Lu Tianxing was right; he dared not act rashly. Although Lu Tianxing had just entered the middle-stage mythical realm, his effortless manner in killing Shankou Hongyi was enough to demonstrate his terrifying strength.

If Lu Tianxing intended to kill him, even the white elder beside him, who was also a middle-stage mythical superpower user, might not be able to stop Lu Tianxing.

Seeing Lu Tianxing’s face full of killing intent, Holder suddenly felt a strong sense of regret. If he had known Lu Tianxing would break through so quickly, he would never have thought of humiliating Bai Zhiqing and Lu Tianxing but would have resolved Lu Tianxing early. However, it was too late to say anything now.

“Holder, you could have lived, but unfortunately, you made a fatal mistake by making my wife kneel before you. Even if the Pope came here today, I’ll still take your life.”

Before the voice fell, Lu Tianxing’s killing intent skyrocketed, bloodthirsty and cold. The violent killing intent spread across the sky like a tide, carrying a strong sense of oppression.

This time Lu Tianxing was determined that Holder must die; if Holder didn’t die, he couldn’t find peace within himself.

“Hahaha…”

Upon hearing Lu Tianxing’s ferocious words, Holder suddenly burst into laughter, his face twisted with a sinister expression, his voice incredibly cold: “Judge, you are too arrogant. There’s no denying that you are terrifying both in strength and wisdom. If I’m not mistaken, you deliberately walked into our trap today, intending to use us as your whetstone, allowing you to break through. I must admit, you’ve succeeded, but you underestimate me, Holder. When I want to kill you, no one can save you. Today, I will show you with facts who the real hunter is.”

“Just you?”

Lu Tianxing gathered his strength, the True Qi within him surging continuously, and a boundless pressure emanated from him.

“It’s precisely me, Judge. Do you think I’ve been talking so much because I’m afraid of you? No, I worry that I’ll kill you with just one move.”

Holder’s expression was cold as he suddenly shouted, “Bishop Billy, do it. Kill him for me, kill him immediately.”

“Kill.”

Swish!

At the moment Holder’s voice fell, the white elder who had previously ambushed Lu Tianxing suddenly opened his eyes. The Bible in his hand abruptly released, and with a flick of his fingers, thousands of light arrows surged forward, penetrating the air, directly rushing towards Lu Tianxing.

“This move is useless to me now.”

Lu Tianxing smiled coldly and reached out, the Iron Blood Battle Halberd appearing in his hand. Without any fancy moves, it was a straightforward thrust, but this simple stab gave an impression of being unavoidable, shattering all the light arrows in an instant.

Simultaneously, Lu Tianxing’s figure flashed and shot into the sky, descending like a diving eagle, the Iron Blood Battle Halberd enveloping the white elder from above.

In an instant, it felt as if only this battle halberd remained in the world for the white elder.

In a moment, soul-locking and life-taking.

The white elder’s face became serious as he felt a terrifying threat of death from Lu Tianxing.

“Holy Light Protection.”

The white elder moved his arm, and the Bible in his palm instantly radiated dazzling light, forming a light sphere that enveloped him.

Boom!

The Iron Blood Battle Halberd smashed heavily on the light sphere, causing it to tremble but unable to advance any further.

“God says, those who defy the majesty of God must go to Hell.”

Chanting, the white elder continued. With his chanting, brilliant light spheres appeared in the twilight sky, illuminating the night, evoking a sensation akin to being burned by flames.

These light spheres, like suns, illuminated the entire sky—bringing the impression of daylight. With the white elder’s chant, they descended quickly from the sky, as if from divine judgment, carrying an aura of majesty, holiness, and inviolability.

“I don’t believe in your birdman god; your god can’t judge me.”

Looking at the light spheres falling like meteors, Lu Tianxing felt no fear; he stood steadfast, the halberd in his hand shimmering into hundreds of phantoms, layer upon layer, tearing through the void as they launched.

Instantly, the sky full of halberd shadows carried the power to tear everything apart, shattering the light spheres to nothingness, completely neutralizing the white elder’s attack.

“God says, let there be light. God says, rebels shall descend to Hell.”

The white elder kept chanting, streaks of light soared into the sky, transforming into various attacks toward Lu Tianxing.

Lu Tianxing’s expression remained unchanged as he wielded the Iron Blood Battle Halberd continuously, the scent of blood and rust permeating the air. The previously damaged Creation God Tripod reappeared above him, continuously absorbing the descending light spheres, converting them into his True Qi, replenishing himself and firmly establishing his invincibility.

“Sss!”

The Iron Blood Battle Halberd tore through the air, sweeping away the light spheres like a swift lightning bolt, piercing toward the white elder’s forehead.

The white elder’s face changed, he shouted: “Light Illuminates!”

In an instant, night was replaced by daylight, the white elder radiating brilliant, dazzling light. The blinding rays raged out, painfully stabbing eyes, the intense power sweeping the surroundings. Where the light shone, everything seemed to turn to illusion, becoming nothingness, the cement on the ground peeling away layer by layer, vaporizing directly.

“Not good, retreat quickly.”

Upon seeing this, Tan Lang and Po Jun’s faces drastically changed. One grabbed Bai Zhiqing’s hand, swiftly retreating backward.

Mu Qingchuan’s face also showed a look of fright. Is this the true power of a middle-stage mythic? With one move, no matter how formidable his hidden weapons are, they might not spare him from death.

Everything around was completely vaporized. Lu Tianxing bore the brunt, yet he didn’t feel any heat; instead, he sensed a divine, bright presence surrounding him, making him feel as if he was no longer standing on a street filled with slaughter but in Heaven.

All around were little angels with harps, flying up and down around him, as if a low murmur whispered in his ear, reminiscent of the lullabies his mother sang when he was a child, making his eyelids grow heavy, wanting to fall into a deep sleep, unwilling to awaken again.