"Don't rush me—let me just appreciate his expressions of despair and fear a bit longer, otherwise I'll be deeply disappointed with my grand finale performance." Zhai Cai甩ed the hem of his black sable fur coat, as if a stylish general were tossing his cloak. Though he spoke empty platitudes, his actions were nothing short of swift—he slightly bent his knees, placing the knight's long sword at his side, adopting the poised stance of a blade to be drawn and struck. Qian Cheng took a deep breath to steady himself, scanning the surroundings while mentally reviewing the information on the young man in the black sable fur coat. According to the hunters' guild's reports, this individual is the sole heir of the Cathedral Knight Order, the only descendant of six generations, a Level 7 Holy Knight—thus, ranked one level above his opponent in rank. However, this is the sealed chamber housing the Sky's Eye, making a forced breakout impossible; any evasive or explosive techniques would fail to breach the confines. For a thunder mage, fighting a knight within such a confined space presents an exceptionally perilous challenge. At this moment, the single-line knight finished charging and suddenly swung his long sword, raising it over a height of more than one meter. The blade burst forth with a vibrant bronze glow, which, as it swept in the motion of the swing, formed an arcing sword aura aimed directly at the Administrator of the Divine Judgment. Qian Cheng Lu immediately raised his fan, creating a gust wall in front of him. The arcing bronze sword light sustained itself for a long time against the wind wall, generating turbulent and chaotic air currents before finally dissipating as its strength waned. Qian Cheng Lu then waved his fan toward Zhai Cai, sending a piercing series of wind blades that shot out like an arrow barrage. Zhai Cai planted the knight's long sword before him, activating the bronze glow that formed an ethereal barrier in front of him. The 7th-level Holy Knight's active skill: Wall of Protection! A defense skill stronger than even a Wind Mage's wind wall. The transparent wind blades struck the bronze barrier with fierce force, splashing out ripples like raindrops. While the "Wall of Protection" deflects the wind blade, Zhai Cai pulls out a set of bronze-colored armor from his inventory. With a series of clinks and chimes, the helmet, breastplate, arm guards, face mask, and skirt armor lift into the air, fully equipping him like a medieval knight. This armor, known as the "Armor of the Holy Knight," is a heritage item passed down from the third generation of Holy Knights. It enhances knightly skills and functions as a mobile "Wall of Protection." Once donned, the knight is constantly protected by the Wall of Protection, fighting on the battlefield as if armored like a tank. Qian Cheng Lu once again waves her fan, generating a wind blade that strikes the advancing single-charge knight. This fan is one of Qian Cheng Lu's two master-quality items, providing the ability "Frenzied Gales," and enabling all wind mages' skills during the Master phase and below. This makes him effectively possess the skills of two mage specialists. As a result, although the fan is not an unrivaled, game-changing artifact, it is exceptionally valuable. For instance, under the current restriction on lightning-based spiritual energy, he can now hold his own against a single-line knight from the Church. In fact, he could forcibly manipulate the lightning energy to break the knight’s established patterns, thereby triggering the knight’s Judgment ability and inadvertently granting a beneficial buff to the enemy. However, in such a confined chamber, where the knight excels in close combat, this would be extremely detrimental. Clanging, clanging—dense gusts of wind continuously strike the knight, sending sparks flying. Zhai Cai transforms into a stream of yellow-bronze light, rushing in within moments to reach Qian Cheng Lu, and drives her sword into his chest. Qian Cheng Lu, riding the wind, steps back, swiftly unfolding his fan into a small jackfruit fan, and gives it a vigorous upward flick. "Whoa—!" A hurricane of five-meter diameter erupts, roaring with sharp, chaotic gusts. A violent gale! He activated his fan's active skill. Zhai Cai was instantly swept up by the storm and crashed hard against the ceiling, making a dull thud. Seizing the opportunity, Channing Lu rode the wind, swiftly charging toward the door of the chamber. His thoughts were clear—he knew that within a short time, Winny Burent would struggle to kill him with her two defensive items, and as a lightning mage, he simply couldn’t defeat a knight in such a confined space. Once he successfully drew the knight close, he immediately decided to abandon his assassination plan and instead flee the chamber. Halfway in the air, Zhai Cai began a low, resonant chant: "The rules of this engagement are a one-on-one duel; no retreat from the chamber is permitted." Channing Lu sensed the lightning-based abilities around him reawakening, no longer suppressed by the knight’s commands. Yet, he hesitated only for a brief moment—less than a second—before abandoning the idea of returning to fight. The reason was simple: even if he regained his strength, he still found it extremely difficult to defeat a knight of level seven. Moreover, there's Vinny, who is visually impaired, assisting the enemies—yet even though blind, she's an eighth-level Thunder Mage. From the moment Zhai Cai stepped onto the scene, the assassination was destined to fail. "Clang!" Qian Ning Lu slammed open the door of the chamber and stepped out onto the corridor. Ten meters ahead lay the elevator, to the left of which was the hallway. At the very instant he burst through the iron door, a solemn pronouncement echoed from behind him: "I, by the authority of a knight, sentence the fugitive to death." He swiftly swung his long knight's sword, transforming it into a broad, yellow-bronze ribbon that surged forward at greater speed, chasing after Qian Ning Lu. Just having escaped the chamber, Qian Ning felt a gust of wind rushing past him, his hair standing on end. His face paled slightly, and he quickly waved his fan, raising a wall of wind in front of him. At the same time, he reached into his inventory and retrieved two items: a deep gray jade inscribed with spells of the Void, and a circular shield made of horn. The keratin round shield was a master-quality item he traded for with the Hunter's Guild, using both a piece of his career's accolades. As soon as the two items were retrieved, a golden glow surged toward him, instantly shattering the wind wall. In Channing Lu's eyes, the bright brass light shimmered vividly. He quickly raised the small shield and pushed it forward. "Clang!" The knight's long sword struck the round shield, sending a brilliant flash of light. Fine cracks spread across the surface of the shield, and Channing Lu was thrown backward. He was immensely relieved that his decision in the chamber had been correct—he hadn't forced the rules, hadn't summoned lightning-based spiritual energy. This ecclesiastical knight, the sole descendant of six generations, was far stronger than an ordinary paladin; indeed, significantly so. If Channing Lu had performed his "Divine Judgment" in the chamber, he would have likely returned to the spiritual realm. As he was thrown backward, he immediately crushed the jade transmission stone. The stone shattered into scattered light spots, enveloping Channing Lu's body, then vanished. "Pop!" The money that was supposed to transport Chenning Lu away crashed to the ground, and he sat up dazed, unsure why the jade tablet of transportation had failed. Suddenly, he noticed a circle of red characters on black backgrounds affixed all around him. These talismans formed a circular array, creating an invisible barrier that enclosed him, thus preventing his escape through transportation. A master-level restriction... Despair surged in Chenning Lu's eyes. Even more devastating was the sight of six black talismans, each extending slender, ethereal chains that wound around his arms, legs, neck, and waist. "Ah—" As the chains wrapped around his body, Chenning Lu felt his soul scorched like by a fierce flame, and he could not help but cry out in pain. "Fizzzz—" Electric arcs in the shape of trees burst from within him, striking the floor, the ceiling, and the black talismans, causing a slight disturbance in the invisible barrier—but the barrier remained intact. Qian Ning Lu endured the agony of "Spirit Refinement," struggling to wave his fan and directly activating the "Furious Hurricane" skill. A terrifying gale surged upward, tearing through the floors and ceilings, connecting the rooftop to the floor below. Yet, even as the floor beneath his feet was ripped apart, the six black scroll symbols remained untouched—seeming to exist in another realm. The protective barrier formed by the Spirit Refinement scrolls ignored physical damage. Immediately afterward, a powerful surge of lightning erupted within him, transforming his entire body into a bright blue luminous sphere, which then exploded in a flash. A soft "popping" sound followed, as a translucent shockwave instantly caused a power outage across the entire building, rendering all electrical systems inoperative. While the rooftop structure—except for the nearby chamber—was completely reduced to rubble, Qian Ning Lu, in despair, realized that despite having expended his spiritual energy to generate this explosion, the six black scroll symbols remained unscathed. Zhai Cai stood floating, one hand resting on his sword, the other brushing his chin, studying the six scrolls with a thoughtful expression. When Qian Ning Lu had attempted to disrupt the scrolls earlier, Zhai Cai had also tried jabbing the barrier with his sword, only to find that physical attacks seemed unable to breach either the scrolls or the barrier. A legendary figure who had reached the pinnacle of Sainthood for a decade, roaming freely across the Free Federation and renowned more widely than most Saints, returned to the Spirit Realm—only to be brought to a brilliant end by a young up-and-comer in just a few swift maneuvers. Even the Saints present, accustomed to grand spectacles, found the scene hard to believe. The black-clad figures, enveloped in the oil painting's hues, fell one after another with soft, rhythmic thuds. Some had their heads emerging between their legs, others their butts appearing at their chests, some their heads twisted around their backs, and others their genitalia growing upon their faces. Their bodily structures were completely inverted and disordered. The frail dream leviathan fell first, his physical body dying and his spirit swiftly detaching from his form, drifting upward into the night sky. Zhang Yuanqing's short sword glowed with a deep, black light, and he reached out, grasping the ethereal form of the dream leviathan in midair, drawing a semi-transparent silhouette and cleaving it with a decisive strike. "Ah—" the dream leviathan cried out in a piercing, agonized sound, and his spirit shattered, then dispersed. The "Soul-Cutting Blade," specifically effective against illusionists, proved decisive. Among the other peak saints, the jealous divine general—though the strongest in close combat—lacked vital survival abilities and fell first, his body collapsing into a haphazard assembly of dolls. The water spirit, the star official, and the cocktail spirit, each employing their own survival techniques, managed As for the Jade Emperor, he has already fled. Zhang Yuanqing endured the intense pain of his body transforming into a beast and his genetic fibers tearing apart, then coldly surveyed the lawful saints standing behind him: "What are you waiting for? Leave none behind." Boom! The lawful saints of the order erupted with emotions like a volcanic eruption, displaying an unprecedented surge of excitement and determination.