"Kill."
Chen Fan made the first move, and the Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi sword descended.
One sword strike, and heaven and earth were cleaved apart.
A spatial rift spread forward.
"Daybreak."
A great sun rose behind Tinuk.
"You even devoured his power?" Chen Fan was astonished.
This power was originally that of Vice-President Prometheus Bugica, yet now it was controlled by Tinuk.
"No, no, no."
Tinuk shook his head. "This was my power all along, I merely let Bugica cultivate it temporarily. A single person's strength is ultimately limited. What harm is there in letting him help me cultivate?"
Good heavens.
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow. This guy was too wicked.
The sword light fell, cleaving apart the great sun.
Yet, the flesh and blood on Chen Fan's left arm melted away.
Energy surged, and his flesh and blood reappeared.
"You are not my match."
From beginning to end, Tinuk remained suspended in mid-air, unmoving.
With divine abilities alone, he suppressed both Chen Fan and the Old Demon.
His confidence was built on his immense strength.
"Is that so? Then let's go again."
He wielded his sword and charged forward once more.
The great sun rolled on, blindingly bright.
Dripping!
The Dragon Mark Compass was activated, determining fortune and misfortune.
Before the Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi sword struck the great sun, the sword light spun, taking Chen Fan's body with it as he vanished from his original position. He reappeared behind Tinuk.
"Hm?"
Tinuk furrowed his brow. His body transformed into light and he vanished from his position.
He had no choice but to move.
Had he not moved just now, he would have been struck by that sword and been injured.
"How did you know the flaw in the Purifying Solar Eclipse?" Tinuk was confused.
Every divine ability had its flaws, and the great sun was no exception.
Chen Fan had found the weak point of the great sun, avoided the sharpest of attacks, and appeared behind Tinuk.
"Heh heh."
Chen Fan's cold laughter was his response.
Could you possibly fathom the power of a divine weapon?
"Kill."
Chen Fan attacked again.
Tinuk's brow split open, revealing an eye.
It lacked the brilliance of a young boy's pupils, but possessed the same power.
"Boom."
The radiant light of the divine eye tore through the air, intercepted by the Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi sword.
"Good sword."
The intact Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi sword filled Tinuk with greed. "Such a fine weapon, wasted on you. It should be mine."
"That depends on whether you have the ability to take it."
"Kill."
Chen Fan engaged Tinuk, giving him no chance to disengage.
Close combat was disadvantageous to mages.
Tinuk was a mage, while Chen Fan was an assassin.
Bang, bang, bang.
The sealed headquarters of the Illuminati was once again engulfed by intense fluctuations.
The Old Demon was still battling the Heavenly Cage. Judging by the tremors of the cage, it would be broken soon.
And Chen Fan and Tinuk were engaged in a fierce battle.
The Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi sword was incredibly sharp. Any touch would heavily injure Tinuk.
Sacred Mountain, Sacred Hall.
The Holy Emperor, seated high on his golden throne, caressed his scepter.
The scepter was acting strangely.
This was not the first time.
In the past few days, the scepter would vibrate intermittently.
"How many have truly arrived?"
The Holy Emperor was perplexed.
He had speculated about the scepter's agitation, even guessing that the Easterner possessed a divine weapon with the same origin as the Holy Emperor's scepter.
But why would only one divine weapon cause such frequent disturbances?
"Could it be that the owners of other divine weapons have entered the continent of Dameria?" the Holy Emperor mused.
As for Chen Fan possessing multiple divine weapons, the Holy Emperor did not consider it.
What kind of fortune would it take to obtain three divine weapons?
The Angelic Holy Assembly had controlled the continent of Dameria for countless years and had only acquired one divine weapon.
He pondered for a long time but could not fathom the reason.
"Forget it."
If he couldn't figure it out, he would put it aside for now.
He yearned for the divine weapons in Chen Fan's possession, but it was not yet time.
"It should be soon, shouldn't it?"
The Holy Emperor murmured to himself.
He was waiting, waiting for the right time.
...
The Holy Emperor fell into silence.
In front of the Sacred Hall stood the First Cardinal and an Elder of the Empty Robe.
Their gazes seemed to pierce through the void.
"I sense Tinuk's presence," the Elder of the Empty Robe, Luo, said with a grave tone.
"Mhm."
The First Cardinal's expression was grim. "After more than ten years, it has appeared once more."
"That demon..."
The Empty Robe Elder Luo pondered, "This time, what will happen when he appears?"
"Alas."
The Cardinal sighed.
That demon was so terrifyingly wicked that even the supreme Holy Emperor had said not to provoke that person lightly.
"No matter."
The Cardinal considered. "Chen Fan should be the one worrying about this now. Heh... don't forget, the Illuminati still owes him a debt. With Chen Fan's arrogance, how could he just let it go?"
"Perhaps they've already clashed..."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
There was no need to worry now.
One was a demon, the other a madman.
Who knew what would happen when these two clashed.
Tinuk's appearance had not only alerted the Sacred Mountain.
The Church of Darkness, the Skull Society... also sensed it.
A group of people cursed, muttering about that demon... naturally referring to Tinuk.
...
They were unaware.
At this very moment, Chen Fan and Tinuk were fighting a devastating battle.
"Hahaha."
Tinuk was covered in wounds.
But he was laughing, a manic, wild laugh. "It's been so long since I felt this good. Come... again..."
The more severely he was injured, the more ferociously Tinuk laughed, the more defiant he became.
"Come on, bring out another one. It hurts so much, I need help..." Tinuk wailed.