133: Chapter 133 Yes, I am a coward who fears death.

A thick, broad sword whistled through the air, pointing straight at Tang Wuying's face.

The intense pressure bore down on him; Tang Wuying had no time to react, and his mind went blank.

He was already feeling terrified because of the strangeness of this Divine Kingdom, and the wind ring further restricted his movements.

A violent gust of cyan wind emerged from thin air, slamming hard against the spine of the sword.

The broad sword deflected under the force, flying past Tang Wuying's shoulder.

Ier, carrying a bulging bag on his back, stood in front of Tang Wuying.

Still shaken, Tang Wuying saw the large bag on Ier's back, veins bulging on his forehead as he pointed at it and cursed.

"You bastard! I was almost killed because of you! You said you were going to scout the path, but you were just going to pack up treasures!"

Ier didn't even glance at Tang Wuying, his gaze locked firmly ahead.

The broad sword let out a hum, traced an arc in mid-air, and came to a steady halt.

A figure clad in black armor leaped down from a high place, landing both feet on the sword.

Qu Nimade looked down at the two people before him.

"I've seen you before." Qu Nimade stared at Tang Wuying, raising an eyebrow. "I saw you back when we were fighting in the dream realm, Lord of the Half-Blood Goblin."

Tang Wuying gritted his teeth; he didn't recognize this person.

"This is not a place you should come to." Qu Nimade raised his hand, and the broad sword let out another clear, resonant hum.

"If you don't want to suffer, get out of here immediately."

Ier let out a cold snort and gripped his magic wand with one hand.

"Such big words."

His lips moved slightly, and a string of difficult, obscure syllables escaped his mouth.

A materialized gust of wild wind suddenly formed, turning into a wall of wind that slammed fiercely into Qu Nimade's chest.

Qu Nimade flew backward.

He tumbled repeatedly in mid-air, slamming his feet onto his Flying Sword, forcibly dragging a long trail of air waves through the sky before stabilizing his figure.

He raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his Battle Intent rising in his eyes.

"A mage?"

Ier slightly lifted his chin, his tone carrying a sense of haughty arrogance.

"An Archmage."

Qu Nimade spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed aloud.

"I don't care who you are! Get out of here now!"

He quickly formed hand seals with both hands, his internal spiritual power surged crazily, and his Sword Qi skyrocketed.

A translucent Sword Qi several meters long slashed towards Ier, tearing the air along its path and emitting a piercing sonic boom.

Ier was unhurried, raising his hand to wave.

The wild wind surged again, pulling at the Sword Qi, directly deflecting its direction so it crashed heavily into the nearby mountains and forests.

Tang Wuying hurriedly used his smart assistant to scan the Sapiens believer before him.

"Rank 4 Transcendental? How is this possible!"

Tang Wuying yelled, his composure broken, his voice sharp and slightly distorted.

"Gu Han is clearly only Rank 2! Where did he get a Rank 4 Transcendental Believer!"

Ier glanced at Qu Nimade, his tone flat.

"He is not a local."

"Except for him, the highest level of Aura in the entire Divine Kingdom is only Rank 3 Transcendental." Ier stared at Qu Nimade, looking him up and down. "Were you bought, too?"

Qu Nimade straightened his back, put his hands on his hips, and retorted loudly.

"You're the one who was bought! I'm a prisoner of war!"

Ier was choked up, unable to speak for a long time.

"What is there to be proud of about being a prisoner of war!" Ier waved his hand, too lazy to continue the nonsense.

"Back off quickly; we are here to rescue you today. It seems the Divine Lord here is not present, so we can go straight to the core."

Ier initially thought this was a believer of the immortal cultivation system.

After a brief exchange, he discovered that the opponent not only knew how to control a sword, but his Physical Body strength was also ridiculously high.

Fighting such an opponent was time-consuming and exhausting; it was best to avoid combat if possible.

Qu Nimade laughed aloud, pointing at Ier.

"You should be glad he is not here! Run away quickly. Once he returns, you won't even have the chance to regret it."

"Rank 3 believer... The Divine Kingdom shouldn't be this large. What on earth is going on..." Tang Wuying muttered to himself.

Qu Nimade ignored Tang Wuying's muttering; he could not let these two cross the Titan Mountains.

He jumped onto a tree branch, holding the broad sword horizontally in front of him, his Aura continuously climbing.

Ier frowned, rotating his magic wand in his hand.

"I am an Archmage corresponding to a Rank 7 Transcendental, is it really necessary for you, a Rank 4 prisoner of war, to do this?"

Qu Nimade gripped the hilt with both hands, his eyes sharp; it seemed he would have to fight to the death today.

"You don't understand."

"Not being born in this kingdom is my greatest regret." Qu Nimade looked directly at Ier. "But being able to live here as a prisoner of war, I am very fortunate."

"Before my God returns, I will absolutely not let you take a single step forward."

Ier sneered and shook his head.

"Stop with the fake passion here. To the Divine Lord, we are nothing. Do you really think he cares about your life or death?"

He used a gust of cyan wind to push Tang Wuying out of the battlefield.

The tip of the magic wand lit up with blinding cyan light, Ier chanted a spell, and the wild wind turned into countless invisible blades, swarming towards Qu Nimade to shred him.

"Sword of the White Emperor!"

Qu Nimade roared and swung his broad sword.

The Sword Qi and wind blades collided crazily, emitting dense sounds of metal clashing, and strong shockwaves exploded in mid-air.

He constantly changed his position, trying to close the distance, willing to risk injury to strike directly at Tang Wuying in the rear.

Ier constantly changed his hand gestures, and the density of the wind blades increased exponentially.

Qu Nimade could not break through the violent wind blades at all.

The gap in Rank between the two was simply too large; neither their energy reserves nor their control over elements were on the same level.

Ier controlled the storm with one hand, trapping Qu Nimade in mid-air.

Countless wind blades cut dense, bloody wounds all over Qu Nimade's body.

The black armor shattered piece by piece, blood splattered in the wild wind, dyeing the grass below a shocking red.

Qu Nimade fought to the death without retreating, swinging his broad sword to hack and slash, using all his strength with every swing.

"Too weak." Ier sighed.

He pointed his magic wand.

A giant wind blade several meters long instantly condensed, sweeping out at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Blood sprayed.

Qu Nimade's left leg was severed at the root, his whole body lost balance, and the massive amount of wind blades pressed down, causing him to fall directly from mid-air; he crashed heavily onto the grass, being violently cut by the wind blades as he was pushed into a deep pit.

Ier descended slowly, walked to the edge of the pit, and looked down at the bottom of the pit from above.

At the bottom of the pit, Qu Nimade gripped the broad sword tightly with both hands, stabbing the blade hard into the soil.

He gasped for breath, using all his strength, and using the broad sword as a support, he stood up on one leg.

The Aura on his body not only did not weaken but was instead skyrocketing crazily.

The spiritual power within him had been squeezed to the limit, blood seeped from his pores, dyeing him into a blood-soaked man.

An eerie red light appeared on the surface of his skin, and the surrounding temperature rose along with it.

"Burning your Origin?" Ier sneered, his tone full of mockery.

"Why are you risking your life? As a prisoner of war, didn't you survive until now precisely because you were afraid of death?"

Qu Nimade was trembling all over, blood dripping continuously from his chin, gathering into a pool of blood at his feet.

He forced a grin, revealing his blood-stained teeth.

"Yes, I am afraid of death."

He raised his head, looking at Ier who was looking down at him, with not a trace of fear in his eyes.

"After becoming a Transcendental, my parents passed away one after another." Qu Nimade's voice was hoarse, carrying an indescribable sadness. "I don't even know who I am fighting for. Being born in this era of fighting for gods is a tragedy in itself."

"Since I have no choice, why can't I choose to fight for a true powerhouse?"

"I have seen many gods." Qu Nimade gripped the sword hilt tighter, his knuckles turning white. "None of them are as good as my God."

He suddenly laughed, laughing somewhat crazily.

"Even though I am still suffering inhumane torture now, I really like it here."

Qu Nimade suddenly pulled out the broad sword, the violent spiritual power shooting straight into the clouds; he was preparing to launch the final strike of his life.

Ier stood stunned in place.

The giant wind blade, which had been gathering power for a long time at the tip of his magic wand, stopped less than half an inch from the center of Qu Nimade's brow.

The cyan wind elements began to flicker, then slowly dissipated into the air.

Ier looked at this Sapiens before him, who had lost a leg, was covered in blood, but still had soaring Battle Intent.

He suddenly started laughing, his laughter growing louder and louder, feeling very liberated.

He did not look down on Qu Nimade; on the contrary, ever since he discovered he had been resold by his original Divine Lord, everything he believed in had collapsed, and Qu Nimade's words made him suddenly realize the truth.

Since he had already been sold, he was a masterless person; choosing who to follow shouldn't be decided by the original god, but decided by himself.

A Divine Lord who could make a prisoner of war who is afraid of death willing to burn their Origin and fight to the death without retreating.

A Divine Lord who could torture a prisoner of war to the brink of death, yet still make the prisoner feel that they "like it here."

This Divine Lord is only Rank 3, and his Divine Kingdom is full of inconsistencies.

What kind of existence is he exactly?

Ier chanted a spell, a wood-type healing spell stopped the bleeding for Qu Nimade and eased his injuries.

"You win." Ier looked at Qu Nimade, his tone becoming very solemn.

"I take back what I said earlier. You are a warrior worthy of respect."

Tang Wuying held his head with both hands; what happened?

"What are you doing! Kill him! We are here to invade, you took my money, why are you healing the enemy?!"

Ier turned his head and gave Tang Wuying a cold glance. "The one who took the money isn't me; I am now a free man!"

Qu Nimade was also very confused at this moment, but he still did not lower his guard.

At this moment, a teleportation beam broke through the rift.