Chapter 2610: Chapter 2610: Such a Small World
People have ranks, martial arts have levels.
Weapons also have strengths and weaknesses!
The Emerald Sovereign Sword, ranked first in the Heaven-Opener’s Register, definitely has its extraordinary qualities!
The sword is drawn.
A cold light flashes.
Boom!
In the air, the swirling snow shatters completely!
Transforming into a gentle rain.
Clearly the Sword Qi of the White-Clad Bishop, but now that it’s transformed into Sword Rain, it’s no longer his.
The Sword Rain falls swiftly.
"Ah..."
Screams after screams.
People from the church are struck by Sword Qi, falling to the ground in painful deaths.
The White-Clad Bishop swings up the cloak behind him, shielding his head!
Even if he exhausts all his strength, there’s still no way to resist this domineering Sword Qi!
"Why! Weren’t you injured? How can you be this strong! Why! Cunning Easterner, I hate you!"
He roars angrily!
Is this a person who was severely injured?
With a wave of the hand, a single sword, he directly destroys his realm, even turning the tables!
But he doesn’t know, all of this is due to the power of the Emerald Sovereign Sword.
Regarding this Divine Sword, Julius Reed had his own understanding.
Admittedly, the severely injured Julius Reed is indeed not as strong as before, but with the blessing of the Divine Weapon, and coincidentally encountering an opponent also using a sword.
That was a coincidence.
The Emerald Sovereign Sword is the number one sword in the world today!
The ancestor of Sword Dao!
No matter what Sword Qi, before the Emerald Sovereign Sword, can only collapse.
"I said, a half-dead camel is still bigger than a horse. What do you take me, Julius Reed, for? Is it for the likes of you petty creatures to come and challenge?"
Julius Reed steps forward!
Boom!
Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles in the sky!
"You vile person!"
The White-Clad Bishop’s eyes are bloodshot, he fiercely shakes his cloak, unleashing the strongest power within his body, disappearing at the mountain gate.
Leaving behind a ground full of corpses.
"Sigh." Julius Reed grinned, still a bit tired.
Indeed, he hadn’t rested well.
He threw the pill into his mouth, alleviating his weary body.
Demarco Mount’s Spiritual Power is abundant, he can casually refine spiritual medicine.
Looking at the church’s embarrassing retreat, Julius Reed knew that this group of people should not come back for a while.
But it also sounded a warning bell for him.
"There are always treacherous subjects who want to harm me."
Julius Reed shook his head, turning back into the mountain gate.
At the foot of the mountain.
Nearly a thousand people from the church were chatting idly.
"With the White-Clad Bishop’s trip, it’s inevitable that he will achieve fame. Just thinking about being able to kill the number one person of the present day, it’s exciting."
"Indeed, the Archbishop is biased towards the White-Clad Bishop. Such a good thing didn’t happen to the other bishops."
"I envy those brothers following the White-Clad Bishop, being able to witness this scene with their own eyes."
Thinking about the number one person being killed, the people of the church were already beginning to boil inside!
This time, the White-Clad Bishop practically won big!
They were all envious inside.
"No problem, later we’ll go kill some people, just kill more of the high officials of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!"
"Indeed, I like Eastern women, I heard this Saint Master is quite flirtatious, by then I can see if there are any beauties."
Just as everyone was chatting, a figure in white swiftly came down the mountain!
"It’s the White-Clad Bishop! He succeeded! He did it!"
The church’s people began to cheer, began to celebrate.
Everyone sharpened their blades, ready to make a move.
"In the name of God!"
Someone raised a sword, ready to charge up.
"Wait, the White-Clad Bishop is running too fast, isn’t he? And why did he come down personally? Wouldn’t sending someone to inform be enough?"
As a voice of doubt arose, everyone began to think.
Something really seems off.
"How is it?"
One person shouted loudly: "White-Clad Bishop, did it succeed?"
The White-Clad Bishop didn’t speak, directly passed through them and disappeared.
"What’s going on?"
The church’s people stood at the foot of the mountain, all stunned.
This action was led by the White-Clad Bishop, under his complete command.
Now the leader is gone.
They became headless flies.
What should they do?
Charge up, or wait?
Or follow the White-Clad Bishop?
From this embarrassing appearance, it doesn’t look like they achieved fame, does it?
"Contact the church."
Someone suggested.
The slightly higher-ranked people in the church immediately called the church.
"The White-Clad Bishop is gone, what’s going on? Should we go up or not?"
"Where did the White-Clad Bishop go? Isn’t he the chief commander?"
The church was also quite surprised.
They tried to contact the White-Clad Bishop, but to no avail.
The phone couldn’t get through, the location couldn’t be seen.
It was as if a living person had disappeared.
The church’s people at the foot of the mountain were completely shocked!
The bishop’s gone, so what are they sticking around for?
Out of curiosity, someone walked up the mountain.
A few minutes later, he walked down, face pale.
"It’s over, all dead! All of the White-Clad Bishop’s subordinates are dead!"
The fear in that person’s eyes, he was even trembling when he spoke.
"What do you mean it’s over! What... is all over?"
Nearly a thousand people, fell into silence.
"Did the White-Clad Bishop offend the Archbishop?"
"I reckon he did, he must have offended the Archbishop. Otherwise, how could the Archbishop deceive him? All of the White-Clad Bishop’s subordinates are dead, now he’s all alone."
"Exactly. We can stand at the foot of the mountain, alive, because the Archbishop doesn’t want us to die!"
People were originally somewhat regretful, but now they were filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.
"Alright, let’s head back."
Everyone conferred, realizing it was the Archbishop clearing house, so there was no one truly scared.
But this was also the first time they witnessed the terrifying aspect of Julius Reed.
Now, three hundred miles away, outside a town.
There’s a tavern.
People from the martial arts world, they all like to drink.
They don’t like the hustle and bustle of cities, especially preferring this kind of tavern.
The tavern was packed with people.
The White-Clad Bishop sat at a table, drinking sullenly.
He couldn’t figure out how he offended the Archbishop.
How dare he pit him so cruelly!
Indeed, the gap between people is greater than the gap between people and dogs!
The White-Clad Bishop, who thought himself powerful, only realized in front of Julius Reed, he’s just a mere disciple among disciples!
A just a pitiful brother.
Not worthy at all.
If he hadn’t run fast, his life would have been forfeit.
"Brother, there’s no seat left, let’s share a table."
Slap!
A wooden sword slapped onto the table, and a man sat across from the White-Clad Bishop.
"Brother, you’re a master." The White-Clad Bishop sized up the person in front of him, sensing an aura of a strong warrior.
"Master or not, I’m just selling my life for others." Iwan Martinez picked up a wine jar, drinking heartily.
"Refreshing!"
He wiped his mouth.
He hadn’t drunk in a long time.
"Brother, you’re so powerful, yet you sell your life for others?" The White-Clad Bishop slurred: "You could start your own school, be one of the top in the world. I wonder, who could employ you?"
Encountering a top martial artist, his mood slightly improved.
"Oh, Julius Reed."
Iwan Martinez took a sip of wine.
He raised his cup: "Come, let’s drink."
The White-Clad Bishop seemed petrified, unresponsive.
"I’m Iwan Martinez, nice to meet you."
Iwan Martinez said with a smile.
The White-Clad Bishop’s nose twitched.
Iwan Martinez, isn’t he the one who killed the Black-Clad Bishop...?
The world is so big, yet so small.
