For the ordinairy soldiers, the morale was high as each division began their march to their arget, but fher-ups, their moods were anything but light.

  The ordinairy soldiers had no idea, but Killian and the enerals were all aware that if their enemies were pnning anything, this would be the best time.

  As they hadn’t done anything to get rid of the spies, their enemies would more than likely be well aware of their pns and routes.

  Still, as cautious as they were, no fear could be seen in any of their eyes. If anything, there was a faiement. It was almost as if they were hoping they would make a move.

  “What do you think?” Kannal asked Osiris from the front of the first division. “Do you think the O’Brien Empire will make a move today?”

  “I don’t know,” Osiris shrugged as his abyss-like eyes swept his surroundings. “But I bet Senior Wukong is praying they do.”

  “Ace, Mira, aoo, I’d imagine,” Kannal smiled helplessly, knowing how antsy their ‘saints’ were getting.

  “If not today, then soon,” Osiris replied. “I ’t see the O’Brien Empire and the others remaining this patient if we keep on expanding at this rate.”

  “Hahaha, you're probably right,” Kannal said as he came to a stop, anding the troops following them to do the same.

  “Looks like they really were expeg us,” Osiris said lightly as he calmly sed the army in front of them.

  “As long as no enemy saints intervehis was still the best-case sario of Cirulus’ predis,” Kannal shrugged.

  Their first division had only made it around half the distao their target city when they came across their fully prepared target force. Still, as they had expected as much, the rest of the soldiers weren’t worried or surprised, more just anxious to begin.

  At the same time, floating leisurely in the clouds above, Ad Cirulus were looking down calmly.

  “What does that expression mean?” Cirulus asked as he g the face of his young master. “ you sense an enemy saint?”

  “Yeah,” Ace grinned as he looked down at a rge but surprisingly unassuming man hidden amongst the enemy’s ranks. “And it’s an old friend from the Cult of Darkness.”

  “I’m guessihe only one?” Cirulus asked, still unphased.

  “Saint?” Ace asked back. “Yeah, he is. But there are still five warriors of the ninth rank with him.”

  “Five?” Cirulus asked with mild shock before notig the weird expression that was f on Ace’s face. “And what does that expression mean?”

  “There’s something weird about those five,” Ace frowned slightly. “It’s like they’ve used a transformation of some sort, ohat not even I see through clearly.”

  Hearing that, Cirulus’ rexed expression all but disappeared, only to be repced by a pensive frown. “If I had to guess, I’d bet that they’re the Cult’s two winged fallen angels.”

  “That makes sense,” Aodded before disregarding their preseogether.

  He’d already heard of the Radiant Church’s Angels and the Cult’s Fallen Angels. He khey were each stro division, but uhey had the strength of at least a saint, they wouldn’t be able to garner his attention.

  Acc to Arianna, experts from the higher realms weren’t able to desd into lesser pnes like theirs very easily. As such, the sns of light and darkness came up with an ingenious method of sending their experts down to protect their faith in the lower realms by having some of the experts by their side ehe bodies of mortals from said lower worlds. Unfortunately, the requirements for said bodies were particurly strict.

  As everyone knows, the average talented mortal warrior could only cultivate up to the peak of the sixth rank before needing to cultivate battle-qi. Unfortunately, said mortals could only withstand the strength of a two-winged angel, which only produce the strength of a ninth-rank expert.

  Unless part of the Pavilion, only those with special physiques or bloodline could cultivate to the seventh rank without battle-qi. Such experts could withstand the power of a four-winged angel, which had the might of an early staged saint.

  Those who were able to reach the eighth rank were able to withstand the power of a six-winged angel who could produce the might of a mid-stage saint.

  As for those exceedingly rare experts who could rely purely on their fleshy bodies to cultivate to the ninth rank, they could withstand the might of a-winged angel, who in turn could wield the power of a peak-stage saint.

  As for those who could cultivate to the saint stage without battle-qi, apparently, the Yun Pne had never produced su expert, but acc to legend, su expert could withstand the might of the legendary ten-winged angel, an angel whose might matched that of a deity.

  All that is to say, in Ace’s eyes, the only one he felt the o pay attention to was Sulturn, the only saint hidden amongst the enemy’s ranks.

  As the stro expert of the First Division, Kannal was the one who stepped forward to address their enemies, but as he did, a cold glint fshed across the beady eyes of the giant.

  The young swordsman barely had time to react before a jet-bck beam of battle-qi shot towards his head.

  The moment he se, Kannal uood he didn’t stand a ce at blog it, even with all the improvements he’d made over this st year or so. Still, his face didn’t show an ounce of fear.

  Just as the attaeared its target, a barrier of fme suddenly enveloped the young swordsman causing the dark beam to ie.

  “Damn!” The overbearing saint hidden among the foot soldiers grunted as the ordinairy mortals around him scurried away from him. “I wao see the look on your face after I killed one of your little friends.”

  “Trust you scum from the Cult of Darko act with such shamelessness,” Ace sighed casually as though he couldn’t see the five fallen angels ‘secretly’ attempting to surround him.

  “It’s been a long time, Ace,” Sulturn snarled as he slowly floated up as though he repared to take A. “Or should I call you Luffy?”

  “I’d rather you didn’t address me at all,” Ace replied. “Just the thought of sharing the same air as you makes me sick!”

  “Sulturn!” Osiris muttered, his voice colder than ever before as he gred at the man in the sky.

  “Osiris?” Ace asked upon feeling Osiris’ killing i.

  “It was him,” Siris snarled as though he had seen his aremesis. “He’s the reason my family were killed all those years ago!”

  “Fancy seeing you here,” Sulturn said as he looked at Osiris with a sadistic light flickering in his eyes. “Ever since hearing that you’d joihe pavilion, you were the one I wao run into most after Ace.”

  Seeing the murderous light in Siris’ eyes, the sadistic grin on Sulturn’s faly widened. “Aren’t you going to ask about your sister? She really misses you, you know.”

  Osiris’ raging killing i seemed to climb to all new heights at the mere mention of his traitorous excuse for a sister.

  Sulturn barely mao open his mouth when an arrow whirred through the air aiming to pierce his skull.

  “Hahaha, so much hostility,” Sulturn grinned as he casually caught the arrow between his index finger and thumb. “Don’t worry, I’ll deal with you shortly, but first, I’ll deal with your little friend.”

  “Ace,” Siris called. “Don’t kill him. I want to be the oo kill him iure!”

  “I uand,” Aodded indifferently, before turning back to Sulturn, his faow void of emotion.

  After finding out that it was he who caused his friend so much pain, Ace had lost any i in menial chit-chat. “Take your men and disappear, now!”

  “You really haven’t uood your situatio, have you?” Sulturn smirked as he looked at the cold-faced teen. “MOVE, NOW!”

  Suddenly, six eerie bck auras shot into the sky, one from each cult member, before meeting in the tre, directly above Ace’s position, creating a pitch-bck sphere of energy trapping Ace. The might of which matched that of a mid-staged saint.

  “HAHAHA, serves yht, yant little bastard!” Sulturn roared with ughter. “How do you like our [Fallen Angel Battle Formation]?

  Unless you have the strength of a strong mid-staged saint, you should fet about esg and from in there, you ’t attack us, but we still attack you!”

  Sulturn was ecstatic. After killing Ace, the dark empress would undoubtedly reward him handsomely for killing the biggest threat to their anisation.

  But aside from him and the els who were focused on maintaining the formation, all the other spectators had odd expressions on their faces. Hell, they weren’t even looking at him.

  Before he could figure out what they were staring at, a young but indiffere oh-so-familiar voitered his ears, sending a shiver down his spine.

  “You’re fag the wrong way,” Ace voiced coldly frht behind the giant saint.

  Sulturn’s eyes widened as his eyes stricted. He spun round whilst throwing his body out the way as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge.

  He turned around just in time to see a seemingly unassuming crimson ball of fire in Ace’s palm aiming for the tre of his stomach.

  As ordinairy as the ball of fire seemed at first ghe fact that his instincts were screaming for him to escape was all Sulturn o know. He couldn’t allow it to touch him.

  Unfortunately, Ace was simply too fast. All he could do was watch as the fme nded, and for a split sed, when nothing happened, he believed he had just been overreag, but that quickly ged when that seemingly simple ball of fme erupted, creating a heaven-shattering explosion.

  “Pathetic!” Aorted as he watched Sulturhe bst from the explosion to help him escape, not b to chase after him.

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