Chapter 1652: Chapter 1667: The Third Herrscher

The icy version of the Biochemical Demon Arm.

Though even now, Fu Qian was still in awe of this wondrous transformation bestowed by the Pontiff, the silkiness within it.

Yet it must be said that this new visual effect not only better suited his current image but also adhered to the Pontiff’s aesthetic authority.

Fierce, crystalline, the endless frost was like a surging cloud under command.

At that moment, the entire right arm seemed to transform into a dragon of frost, with a body of pure ice, bringing a roar of deathly white frost that shattered everything before it.

Not only were the three mathematical Blood Mirrors destroyed, the entire pathway stretched far beyond, with not a single complete thing left in between.

Blending with previous lines and momentum, it was indeed Lord Grimshaw, in a fit of rage, who launched an even more forbidden spell, bringing down endless cold and destruction.

But it’s well known that the activation of a Forbidden Spell often comes at a cost.

And at this moment, this was also manifesting on Fu Qian.

Apart from the ripped sleeve from the now-retracted giant frost arm, his attire remained quite intact.

However, beneath the clothes, a cobweb of cracks covered every inch of flesh—like those shattered mirrors.

These scars appeared almost in sync with his attack, though they didn’t add even a slight hesitation to Fu Qian’s assault.

And even now, he hadn’t glanced at his own body.

"Clearly, you are still far from truly sublimating from your beastly nature."

As Fu Qian coldly retracted the Bell Staff in his hand, gazing at his work, Brother Saint’s voice first emerged from the rubble.

And delivered an irreparable criticism.

...

The shadows of butterflies were heavy.

Unfortunately, as a qualified Swindler, "Never caring about criticism" is the second principle of the profession, something Fu Qian had long mastered.

He remained silent, just quietly looking forward, even continuing to walk.

But in the field of vision, amidst the ruins, along with yet another criticism, white fragments suddenly fluttered like butterflies.

Their shape was quite consistent with their source—the shattered Blood Mirror fragments scattered on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the butterflies converged and pieced together into a familiar figure amidst the ruins.

"You don’t truly understand what real strength is, nor how to wield it."

Even though the wings on his back were not as ostentatious as when in the mirror, the face was still impossible to discern.

The intersecting cracks on Brother Saint’s body were precisely consistent with the wounds on Fu Qian’s body.

And this shattered scene was even healing faster than Fu Qian’s.

On one hand, it proved that Brother Saint was far from severely injured in the earlier attack, and it made his critique seem more justified.

"Oh?"

His footsteps finally halted, and Fu Qian looked at the Saint standing almost directly in front of him, merely responding without much emotion.

The next moment, manipulating his fractured countenance, he coldly smiled, once again raising the Bell Staff without even the interest to converse.

"Unreasonable!"

The body blocking the way didn’t move, but more disdain was unmistakably provoked.

"Give up. Until you understand what true existence is, these barbaric actions of yours will yield no result."

"Of course, even after understanding it wouldn’t, heh heh heh..."

Exhibiting the same swindler demeanor, Brother Saint stretched out his hand, catching a flying finger in mid-air as he spoke.

"Do you think I must rely on fragile reflections or similar concepts to manifest in this Holy Land?"

Completing the last piece of this body, he was clearly mocking Fu Qian’s earlier brute behavior.

"Then you truly underestimate the Third Follower."

The next moment, he even voluntarily revealed a new title.

Cycle Enforcer? Although it doesn’t sound as grand as our Dark Moon Apostle, it does carry quite an aura.

And it even comes with a number.

Saying that if every one of them has a numbered seat, the group that first appeared in the Mirror House could at least form a reinforced unit, right?

More prosperous than the Dark Moon Apostle indeed.

In his admiration, Fu Qian finally paused his actions.

And the still calm and gentle expression made him seem less intimidated and more like giving the other party a chance for final words.

...

"Any harm inflicted upon me will only rebound on yourself."

Seemingly wanting to strike a pose, yet under Fu Qian’s overwhelmingly powerful aura, Brother Sanxun’s words after a brief pause sounded formidable but still seemed a bit like pleading for leniency.

"I don’t know your purpose for entering here, but I know quite well that you consider yourself different from other fools."

"Unfortunately, believe me, there’s no fundamental difference here... and no change escapes my eyes."

As if sensing a shift in momentum, Brother Sanxun adjusted his stance, raising it even higher in his subsequent speech.

"To the extent that I can responsibly say, they have already learned humility faster than you, heh heh..."

In the light laughter that concluded his words, the wounds on Brother Sanxun were no longer visible, elevating his momentum to its peak with practical demonstration.

See, didn’t I say interrogation works?

Although he clearly didn’t know what the impassive Fu Qian was thinking.

The way of application lies in the heart.

Though it may sound like it has no technical content, "a talkative person after a beating," this rule is effective in many situations.

Whether the motivation is fear or proving fearlessness, Fu Qian believed that without his earlier body language, the opponent might not have shared so many interesting things.

"So this is why this place is called the Holy Land, because there are so many rules to follow?"

To reward Brother Sanxun’s endeavor, Fu Qian finally spoke, even adding a thoughtful expression.

"Although not too fast, it’s somewhat reassuring."

Finally showing satisfaction with Fu Qian’s performance, Sanxun refrained from displaying new spells.

"You’d better not forget because you’ll increasingly realize the importance of this sentence."

"Rest assured, my memory is exceptionally good, and precisely for this reason, I have a small question."

Unfortunately, instead of gladly accepting this assertive persuasion, Fu Qian swiftly demonstrated a scholar’s rigorous thinking.

"Are the original rules on those people, and even those now spreading through Xi Yuan City, also related to the Holy Land?"

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"Or are they related to the Sacred Tree?"

In Brother Sanxun’s silent response, Fu Qian neither cared nor stopped, continuing with a supplementary remark.

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