"To deal with a heretic like you, I don't need to take action myself, a single magical artifact is enough to capture you, the heretic fanatic,"
It has to be said.
This magical artifact.
Is rather annoying.
Fan Wu sliced the four slightly smaller Earth Temples in half, only to face eight even smaller ones the next moment! It seemed as if this thing could not be damaged, as it would split into as many temples as the pieces it was chopped into.
"Surely there's a limit to everything, right?" But Fan Wu's face showed no sign of impatience.
His smile remained: "I wonder how many times your magic artifact can split?"
"Hm?" Across the benevolent face of the Earth Deity...
A flicker of doubt passed.
The next moment.
He suddenly realized why Fan Wu had said such a thing.
Fan Wu's arm muscles tensed, and in that instant, the Demon-slaying Sword in his hands seemed to turn into a raging storm!
A dense flurry of sword light created a bladed storm.
