Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

Of course she knew who the sixth mysterious man who appeared was...or rather, everyone present knew him. This guy was actually not mysterious at all. The two people he carried on his shoulders, Guanze Masamune and Murasame, had already exposed his identity.

"Hey, another clown is here. We can have a masked ball tonight!" Colonel Sanders waved to the red-nosed clown from afar, as if they were meeting for the first time. "Nice to meet you!"

"Seeing is believing, Colonel Fried Chicken." The red-nosed clown also greeted enthusiastically.

Two people who know each other well become friends as if they are strangers but hit it off right away, without paying attention to the people around them... in this situation where everyone is watching closely.

"I say, your position is terrible. Everyone's here for the things around you. You'll become a target if you stand there," Jiude Mai kindly warned the dark figure on the altar. She then made her intentions clear. "I'm not interested in that tedious alchemical sword set, but no girl would refuse that beautiful dress."

"Same." San Wu also spoke at this time, adding for the first time, "That thing was very expensive, I paid for it."

"But this is the property of the college. I can't let you take it away from under my nose. Any loss will be a dereliction of duty for me as a secretary." Percy said softly.

"Then you want both," Colonel Friedman revealed Percy's true thoughts. "What a greedy thief! You have a good excuse, but you really want to empty the house out in one go... just like me."

"I have my reasons for not giving it up," said the Red-Nosed Clown. He pointed at the Seven Deadly Sins, "Those are my friend's things." He then pointed at the Whisper of the Earth, "Another friend of mine bought them for me at great expense. She'll probably blame me if I lose them."

As he spoke, he glanced at Sanwu not far away.

"It seems the ladies are only interested in pretty clothes, while the men are very greedy and want to take anything valuable for themselves." Jiude Mai chuckled. "These are the only two good things, but there are so many people here, more evil monks than good people. How can we fight them? We can't just draw a line and bite whoever we catch like wild dogs fighting over food, right?"

"Hey, this is just a fight between wild dogs. Those who are capable get the meat, while those who are not will be beaten until they tuck their tails between their legs and flee!"

Mr. Kentucky retreated into the darkness behind him. Generally, the more powerful a Word Spirit, the smaller its domain. A high-risk Word Spirit like "Sovereign Flame," if it didn't explode, would only have a diameter of five meters. He was clearly a very experienced individual, his position allowing for both offensive and defensive maneuvers, leaving him open to both charge and escape.

"Do you really think this will be a melee?" The dark shadow on the altar spoke, as if she had lost her patience. Her voice became low and hoarse, with a majestic air. Her palm once again covered the armor hanging on the bronze pillar.

The armor trembled violently, as if in response, and colorful light was reflected from the armor to the black shadow's hand.

As soon as she finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly rose from the ground and swept across the entire underground cavity!

Everyone felt the raging hurricane's forceful force, their clothes whipping wildly in the wind. Along with the raging wind came an overwhelming pressure! It was like a majestic mountain slowly collapsing before you, about to crush you! A visible, transparent field distorted space, radiating outwards from the altar. Black water began to swirl from the ground, and waterspouts swirled around the dark figure. She issued a decree of amnesty to the world!

Five meters, ten meters, fifteen meters, twenty meters... The Word Spirit Domain expanded rapidly, and everyone was instantly wrapped up in this domain, completely defenseless. In an instant, a heavy sense of death enveloped their hearts!

This completely defies common sense in Word Spiritology! How could a Word Spirit of this magnitude possess such an absurd domain? How could one contend with such a being? Compared to this, ordinary Word Spirits are like taking an outdated crossbow to a Vulcan cannon!

Thirty meters, forty meters, fifty meters... the domain continued to expand, the wind pressure almost unbearable. Everyone understood: this was a bloodbath! The shadow hadn't acted rashly before, merely biding her time. Now, having completely broken through the powerful alchemical matrix of the "Lightless World," she was like a beast freed from its shackles, now... out of its cage!

In concert with the powerful armor, she grasped the supreme power, and now she planned to wipe out everyone in one fell swoop!

Another domain expanded from the black shadow, and the expressions of Mai Jiude and Percy changed instantly. This domain expanded more slowly than the previous one, but it was even more dangerous! The metal ground began to crack, and countless metal shavings slowly rose from the domain, accompanied by a violent magnetization phenomenon. The metal shavings attracted each other and swirled around the black shadow, like a scythe-wielding god of death flying around the throne.

No one knew the effects of this second domain, but there was no doubt that being caught in it meant death! Everyone realized the effects of the first domain. The immense wind pressure pinned them to the spot. She intended for everyone to silently await her own death!

But no one would surrender! Two identical domains quickly opened on both sides of the altar, coming from Percy and Sanwu.

Yan Ling · Dustless Land!

The field of "Dustless Land" pushed away all matter with the releaser as the center, including the huge wind pressure. Percy and Sanwu regained the ability to move. Sanwu's word spirit field expanded rapidly, and wrapped up Jiude Mai in it. Percy seemed much more cold-blooded. His field barrier was retracted, covering only himself, and he ignored the Colonel Sanders who was close at hand!

Mr. KFC's body suddenly shook, and he began to chant in a low voice. His already majestic body swelled again, and his white T-shirt was torn apart. He actually used brute force to resist the extremely violent wind pressure, and walked step by step to the altar. He didn't think of escaping at the first time, but approached the black shadow!

He leaned down and embraced the massive stones at the edge of the altar. These were remnants of the Maya ruins, moved to the academy's basement at great expense. The altar itself was a precious and sacred treasure, each of the massive stones weighing at least four tons! A normal human couldn't possess such immense strength, and yet, even that wasn't the Colonel's limit. He lifted the stones, larger than himself, overhead like a weightlifter lifting a barbell!

Yan Ling Bronze Throne.

The man's bones exploded like bamboo joints, his skin turned bronze, and he threw the stone with force, hitting the black shadow above the altar!

It was a four-ton shell! It could shatter even rock wherever it struck. It plummeted towards the shadow on the altar with such speed and momentum that it would have crushed even a hardtop steel van!

But it just hung above the black shadow's head, as if held up by an invisible hand. The black shadow didn't even look up, but just stretched out a finger and tapped it lightly. Cracks on the huge stone instantly spread like a spider web. After a few seconds, the whole stone suddenly exploded as if it was installed with explosives. The hurricane swept the tiny gravel everywhere, and the four-ton stone turned into ashes in an instant!

Colonel Sanders was stunned. He suddenly realized that this was not a power that humans could possess! Those golden eyes looked down at him like an ant, and his scalding blood instantly cooled!

He was too close to the altar and it was too late to escape. The second domain attacked him. He gritted his teeth and pushed the domain of the "Bronze Throne" to the extreme. His body was shining with a dark blue metallic luster. He stomped on the ground so hard that the bronze ground was dented a little. The man put his hands on his chest, like a towering and immovable mountain.

Even the highest mountains must look up to this mighty power. A dangerous territory looms over him, and everything within it will wither, including living things! The armor has been donned on the black shadow. At this moment, she is nearly at her peak, unstoppable!

Anyone who stands in the way will die!

But there really was someone standing in the way of this great force. When the strong breath of death was about to rush towards Colonel Sanders, someone came in front of him. He opened a pair of bright golden eyes, and the golden light pierced through the field. He gave orders to the noble armor.

"Get back!"

The red-nosed clown said coldly.

It was as if the stolen divine power had returned, and his orders were like oracles. The armored spirit was like a playful child caught by his father, trembling as it returned to the bronze pillar, clashing against it and making bursts of wailing, as if begging for mercy. The two layers of domains superimposed by the black shadows instantly collapsed and disappeared.

The Red-Nosed Clown has no spiritual power, but he has released a peaceful realm, in which he is the master of all things!

The black figure froze for a moment, her body trembling unconsciously. Her golden eyes looked at the clown under the altar. Disbelief and relief, two conflicting emotions, emerged simultaneously in her eyes. She said in a hoarse voice, "So it's you, so it's you..."

When she put the armor at Sotheby's auction house to fish, she originally wanted to use it to find her awakened brothers and sisters scattered all over the world, but she accidentally caught a big fish... At that moment, she seemed to have inadvertently touched the divine power!

Taking advantage of the shadow's moment of distraction, Percy pulled from his bosom an old-fashioned flintlock rifle and a brass box containing a bullet tipped with a carved dark red crystal. He quickly loaded the bullet into the chamber, and the Philosopher's Stone, the bullet's tip, shot forth. This was the ultimate achievement of alchemy, a pure spiritual element, transcending the four elements, possessing the power to penetrate everything!

The bullet pierced the air and went straight towards... the back of the red-nosed clown!

"Be careful!" Jiude Mai and Sanwu said at the same time.

Just before being hit, a Japanese sword cut through a full moon in a strange arc, Guanze Masamune cut through the air, and the bullet carrying the Philosopher's Stone was split into two and fell powerlessly into the black water.

"I don't have a Word Spirit, so this bullet is no different from an ordinary bullet to me." The red-nosed clown turned around and glanced at Percy coldly. "I've practiced slicing bullets with a knife. I'm sorry that your trump card was wasted so meaninglessly."

"So strong!" Mr. KFC licked his dry lips as he looked at the clown's back.

Without any warning, Sanwu suddenly rushed out. Her petite body ran wildly on the black water, like an elf leaping in the darkness. A straight blade slipped into her hand from the cuff of her combat uniform. She passed by Mr. KFC and the red-nosed clown, aiming directly at Percy!

This was an unprecedented melee, and anyone who rashly attacked others should be prepared to be targeted. Now she disliked Percy and wanted to take his life, it was that simple.

Sanwu was like a sharp knife tip, stabbing towards Percy. Facing the sudden attack, Percy opened his suit and took out a dagger from the lining. The blade drew a bright track in the air. The sound of the clashing blades was crisp and clear, and also contained murderous intent!

The hunting knife "Augustus", the twin sword of "Dictatu"!

Percy knew the opponent's Word Spirit, and that the "Mirror Pupil" could replicate any ability. His bloodline was comparable to his own, so a clash of Word Spirits would be meaningless. But he was a hidden master of physical skills. No one had expected that in close combat, he would subtly suppress Sanwu!

"This girl!" Jiude Mai sighed helplessly. She pulled out the two straight knives tied to her thighs and slowly walked towards the battlefield between Sanwu and Percy. She was going to help, but Sanwu was not going to lose so quickly, so she was not in a hurry.

"Beautiful lady, how about a deal?"

Someone blocked Jiude Mai's way to help Sanwu. It was a tall and strong figure.

"Do you want to be a roadblock?" Jiude Mai frowned slightly, and she glanced at the guy in front of her with a KFC paper bag on his head.

"Don't be so harsh. Two of them are already fighting, and the other two look tough. That leaves just the two of us. But you're exactly my type, and I have a question I've been holding back for a long time..." Mr. KFC glanced at Mai Jude's model-like hips. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Can you fit a goblet on your butt?"

The sharp blade flashed across the man's neck. His head quickly retreated, and the blade almost grazed his throat. The man breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his neck as if he had survived a disaster.

"If you can beat me, what if I let you put out a whole bottle of champagne?" Jiude Mai sneered.

"Hiss! That's hot!" The man clenched his fists and held on to his strength. "It's a deal!"

Chapter 140 Seven Deadly Sins, Pull Out!

A loud sound of metal collision was heard, and Sanwu took a step back in the black water and stopped.

There were several conspicuous notches on the straight knife in her hand. It was a masterpiece from Percy. "Augustus" was cast from high-precision metal smelting, and this short hunting knife was suitable for powerful and heavy blows. In comparison, the straight knife in Sanwu's hand was far inferior to the other in terms of material and weight.

She was actually quite familiar with the techniques of short hunting knife combat. She had fought against Caesar's "Dictator" before, and although she had been defeated, she had not been so embarrassed. What she had not expected was that this young secretary from the Gattuso family was far superior to the famous heir in both strength and fighting skills. How could such a person be so unknown?

Percy swung his knife again, and the hunting knife fell from the sky, turning in a perfect arc. This gentleman man did not care about his gentlemanly manners at this moment. The huge collision sound was like the wailing of metal. The straight knife in Sanwu's hand was cut off along the most conspicuous gap. She staggered back and the black combat uniform on her arm was cut open.

Scarlet blood spilled and dripped along her palm into the black water splashing at her feet, forming whirlpools. This indicated that Sanwu's bloodline was already very strong. Seeing that there was still a gap in strength between her and Percy, coupled with the disparity in weapons, the difference in strength was obvious.

"You are better than Caesar." Even though the current situation is very bad, Sanwu can still speak calmly. She is not pretending to be calm, as if the indifference is naturally engraved in her bones.

"That's too presumptuous. I never compare myself to Caesar. After all, I was born for Caesar... and will die for him." Percy said expressionlessly, his heterochromatic eyes flashing, enchanting and beautiful.

The small talk did not affect his movements at all. He stepped on the black water, with his hunting knife "Augustus" raised above his head. This was a fierce attack from an experienced hunter, and a head-on blow could even knock down a bison!

There was no intention of showing mercy to women. This polite secretary of the Gattuso family was now as cold and cruel as a mannequin!

"Augustus" was hanging above Sanwu's head, slashing towards her with a loud gust of wind. She had no way to avoid it, and the broken knife in her hand could never withstand this thundering blow!

A sharp sound pierced the air, and a long knife shot out from a distance, like a slender bullet, with the tip of the knife pointing directly at Percy's dark golden eye!

If Percy chose to strike with his sword, he could chop Sanwu's body straight in half, and no one would be able to stop him. However, he would also be pierced through the head by the long sword... After hesitating for a moment, he retreated.

Percy stopped himself from taking the last step in front of Sanwu. "Augustus" instantly changed the trajectory of his sword, and changed it from a falling sword to a horizontal chop. The long sword that was as fast as a bullet was intercepted by him.

But the next moment, 0.1 seconds later, Percy's eyes were filled with terror. Behind the long sword... there was actually another long sword hidden! The trajectory and route of the two swords were exactly the same, superimposed together. From his perspective, the slightly thinner sword at the back was hidden by the blade in front, making it look like there was only one!

There was no time for thought. In the nick of time, Percy had no time to swing his "Augustus" to block the blow. He struggled to even turn his head slightly. The long sword sliced ​​through his cheek and pierced the massive stone of the altar behind him. The blade pierced the hard stone like sliding into tender tofu, without any hesitation. The blade's edge couldn't help but vibrate and hum, as if mockingly. Fresh blood dripped down the blade's edge, swirling in circles in the black water.

Sanwu raised her foot and kicked Percy in the lower abdomen. Percy took two steps back. She jumped up and caught the demon sword Murasame that was intercepted by Percy. After landing, she ran quickly and pulled out Guanze Masamune that was deeply inserted into the altar.

Sanwu holds two swords, with Guanze Masamune and Murasame standing on either side of her. Her petite body is not proportional to the slender swords, but in her black combat uniform, she is like a black panther ready to attack. Every inch of her muscle contains an inch of strength, beautiful and dangerous.

However, the beautiful and dangerous Sanwu was not in Percy's eyes. His dark gold and ice blue eyes looked into the distance, focusing on the figure with a funny big red nose. He wiped the deep crack on his cheek, and a strange light fluttered in his eyes.

"You shot me once, and I stabbed you twice. It's fair to return the favor." Facing Percy's deep gaze, the red-nosed clown shrugged and said lightly.

"That makes sense." Percy replied calmly, suppressing his anger and surprise along with his gaze. He turned to look at Sanwu in front of him and the two alchemical swords in her hands. He no longer had an advantage in weapons.

Percy waved Augustus, and Kanze Masamune and Murasame drew exquisite arcs in Sanwu's hands. A sharp buzzing sound was heard, and the fight was about to begin.

……

"It's a very stupid thing to do. There are enemies around you, but you still lend your weapons to others?" The black shadow on the altar looked down at the red-nosed clown. She was still upset about the other party's scolding for merging "Whisper of the Earth" with her.

"Does it have to be an enemy?" The red-nosed clown raised his head slightly and looked at the black shadow.

"Is there any other choice? You should know that people like us are very jealous. There is only one throne, and no one will allow anyone more noble than himself to exist!" said the black shadow coldly.

The Joker was silent for a while, then spoke softly, "But I told you my goal has never been the throne... You probably won't believe me, but I honestly think we can be friends."

"Friends? Friends? Haha ...

"We have no conflicts of interest, or at least we shouldn't be enemies," said the red-nosed clown.

"No conflicts of interest?" The shadow sneered. "Now I want to take this armor away. Are you going to get out of the way and watch me take it?"

"Not yet. I can't give it to you. It would be too dangerous for you. Besides, it's not yours now. You've already sold it." The red-nosed clown said, "But I can promise you that after everything is settled, I will personally return this armor to you."

"Promise?" The shadow's lips curled up in mockery. "The word itself is a joke. Using a free verbal promise to achieve some kind of deception, this word is only slightly better than lying. If you want a promise, I can give you a pound, as much as you want. Please, do you think I'm a middle school girl? So easy to fool?"

"Some things are really hard to communicate with girls." The clown sighed and gave up. This kind of argument was meaningless, not to mention that women are born debaters.

"There's no need to communicate. Now I want to take back what belongs to me, and you want to stop me... Let's fight. This is the most straightforward solution." The black shadow condensed her strength in the palm of her hand hidden behind her back, and she had the intention to kill.

"What a violent statement, coming from a girl! You're a perfect match for that guy!" The red-nosed clown began to move, climbing the stone steps of the altar. "I'm not so arrogant as to defeat you with my bare hands, even in your current state."

"It sounds like you know everything about me..." The shadow's eyes turned cold. "Who are you?"

"Clown, can't you tell? My makeup isn't enough to resemble me." The red-nosed clown pointed at his big red nose. "Or are you asking my name? Don't you know it? You should be familiar with the two knives I brought. I'm not Chu Zihang, so it can only be someone else."

The red-nosed clown stood opposite the black shadow and pointed at Kanze Masamune and Murasame in Sanwu's hands from a distance.

"It's boring." The black shadow curled his lips, "If you don't want to tell me, then I can only kill you."

She lost her patience.

She stretched out her hand hidden behind her back, bent her fingers and thumb, and suddenly ejected a piece of metal. The metal condensed into a spindle shape in mid-air. She used only her fingers to eject a bullet with destructive power comparable to that of a sniper rifle!

The red-nosed clown tilted his head slightly and narrowly avoided the metal bullet that was shot towards his face. The wind ripped in his ears, and the ends of his hair were blown into a mess. The bullet sank into the darkness in the distance. Not long after, a dull sound was heard, and it was embedded in the bronze wall in the distance.

The bullet hadn't even grazed him, but a gash still opened on the clown's face. Blood flowed through the pale paint, a shocking red. He knew how the other party had done it. The spindle-shaped bullet was wrapped in a circle of wind blades, as if the diameter of the bullet's attack cross-section had been multiplied several times. Even if he avoided the bullet, he would still be cut by the wind blades.

And this... was just a casual test from the other party!

Is that so? Is this the power of a Dragon King? Even if I know the other party's identity, the attack is unavoidable and impossible to defend against. It's really difficult to deal with!

However, the next moment, the clown couldn't help but twitch the corners of his red mouth, because the black shadow once again stirred up the domain that he had stopped before. Countless metal fragments flew into the air, as if they were grasped by delicate hands and then pinched into spindle shapes. Dense metal blades pointed at him, covering the sky and the sun, and they would fly over and beat him into a sieve as soon as the owner of the domain gave the order.

"Is it necessary..." The red-nosed clown watched the area around the black shadow expand. The air in the area was pierced by flickering electric currents, which burned the suspended metal blades red, like a bronze dagger just out of the kiln.

"I hope your stuff is strong enough. I've put my life on the line... Old Tang!" The clown murmured in a low voice. Just before being swallowed by the metal storm, his fingers slid across the blood on his cheek and smeared it on the black sealed box beside him.

Before he could finish his words, the domain had already covered him, and the flying metal blades in the sky drowned him!

"Damn it, is this really something a human can do?" Mr. KFC saw this scene from afar and couldn't help shouting.

He tried to put himself in the clown brothers' shoes, imagining a barrage of heated blades wrapped in wind and lightning shooting towards him, and then he would expand the scope of the bronze throne to the extreme, and then... his body would be pierced with pitch-black holes!

"Hey, there's a beautiful woman standing in front of you, but you're paying attention to someone else. That's very disrespectful!" Jiude Mai appeared from the "Mingzhao", her figure like a ghost that suddenly emerged, the straight knife in her hand flashed, and a shallow blood mark appeared on Mr. Kentucky's bruised arm.

That was the amazing defensive power of the "Bronze Throne", which meant that the opponent was an extremely experienced killer like Jude Mai. If it were an ordinary person, even with a large saber, he would not be able to leave a mark on him.

Mr. Kentucky twisted his arm and rushed towards Jiude Mai, but he could not catch the other party's ghostly figure at all, so he jumped out and temporarily stopped fighting with Jiude Mai.

Looking at the altar that was flooded with electric light and metal, his scalp tingled and he couldn't help but shout, "Brother, are you okay?"

The sound of a heavy heartbeat answered him.

Within the altar, submerged in that terrifying realm, something came alive, like the awakening heartbeat of a ferocious beast—not one, but seven! Seven distinct heartbeats, each with its own distinct rhythm: some like mighty bells, some like rapid drums, some like frantic strings… Like a brutal and ferocious orchestra, they played a riotous melody, ready to roar across the world!