Chapter 1314 - 628: Soft Rice Hard Eating—Since Things Have Come to This, Let’s Eat First_2

But faced with the Thorny Execution that could wipe out an entire unit of heavy cavalry with one blow, Joan didn’t stop her steps, charging forward like a silver-white galloping horse.

Her breathing subtly changed, activating the Holy Knight’s Mystic Art [Silver Emblem], merging with the Holy Sword in her hand, cutting through the incoming tridents like a hot knife through butter.

Crackling...

A raging fire burst forth in the Blood Lake, black smoke billowing, emitting a strong burnt stench.

The barrage of spears and tridents posed no obstacle to her.

If it were still [Thorny Duke] Vlad III here, by this point, he would have exhausted all his trump cards and would be awaiting a one-sided beating.

Some female Night Demons watching couldn’t help but cover their eyes, unable to bear the gruesome scene that would follow.

Saint Joan might say she isn’t ruthless in hunting demons, but she held no fondness for the Night Demon community, and Vlad III getting dismembered was almost a foregone conclusion.

However, Byron is not Vlad III!

The same sword wielded by different people yields entirely different effects, and the same divine art in different hands can be worlds apart.

The Night Demon’s power base [Blood of Transformation] represents "change," and the Immortal Stairway that symbolizes this power’s essence happens to reside in Byron.

With his near-attainment of the [Reform] Divine Position, just a thought caused the previously rigid [Thorny Execution] to undergo a complete transformation.

When Joan was still forty meters away from Byron, where with legendary and pseudo-god eyesight she could clearly see how many eyelashes the other had, her sword light could strike in an instant.

The wind on the sea stopped, but everything in the Blood Lake began to flow rapidly.

The calm lake transformed into a torrent, with long blood-formed spears and tridents flowing and sharp, cutting the clouds above the battlefield into fine pieces.

Byron, who had been standing still, moved for the first time, plunging his hands into the Blood Lake at his feet, pulling out fiercely.

Whoosh—!

A bloody storm erupted on the battlefield.

Joan couldn’t help but squint, and when she reopened her eyes, a forty-meter-long, thicker than a warship’s main mast, bloody giant axe was already chopping in front of her.

This kind of weapon, even if not chopping humans, could decapitate Sea Monsters in one swing.

"Don’t even think about it!"

Joan’s [Red Lotus Holy Sword] flared with intense light, a small sun slowly rising on the island.

Clang!

The island trembled, as sword and axe clashed, exploding into a cross-shaped light brighter than the sun, causing countless middle and low sequence Kin to be temporarily blinded.

Yet this time, Vlad III’s power essence clearly hadn’t increased, but the Red Lotus Holy Sword was no longer easily cutting through the giant axe blade.

The giant axe remained unharmed.

The blood-formed axe blade was in constant flow, buzzing, replenishing itself before being scorched by Joan’s fiery blade.

At this moment, Joan’s opponent wasn’t merely a single battle axe but a lifetime of [Blood Tax] accumulated by Vlad III.

The girl’s jade-white brow slightly furrowed, and she flicked her sword to sidestep the axe blade with a Stealth Crossing Slash.

A crimson lotus exploded underfoot, and she intended to use the momentum, stepping on the thick axe handle to charge toward Byron.

But Byron laughed breezily, a carefree, hearty expression contrasting with his dark appearance.

"Flowing water doesn’t become stagnant and rotten, and a constantly turning hinge doesn’t get infested by worms.

Miss Jeanne, please try my improved [Fighting Blood Technique]!"

The forty-meter giant axe transformed into a formless, shapeless blood light, suddenly shrinking tenfold, stirring a bloody gale, hoisted above the head of Byron who shot toward her like a bullet with unfolded bat wings, and then it suddenly expanded.

"Ha, slash—!"

The face of the axe, larger than a house, cleaved at Joan’s face, the wind it generated whipping her golden braids backwards.

"An unknown young Night Demon Pseudo God with such power? ’Unity of All Things’ domain must have exceeded 5%, right."

This scene greatly exceeded Joan’s expectations, forcing her to muster all her strength to carefully respond.

The battle had reached a back-and-forth state, losing the initial quick and decisive intent to "kill the chicken to warn the monkey."

But the pride of a [Holy Knight] did not permit her to relent and make peace with such a distasteful Night Demon.

Yet Byron’s displayed strength proved truly tricky.

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

Two afterimages flickered, too fast for a mortal to catch, only hearing resounding booms on the open ground.

The weapon formed from blood in Byron’s hand shifted between axe, spear, and sword, with varying sizes, lengths, softness, and hardness, and fluidity.

Even though the [Red Lotus Holy Sword] was overwhelmingly fiery and couldn’t be easily breached by Byron’s endless variations, it also couldn’t take him down swiftly.

For the first time, Joan gave Byron a proper look.

Short silver hair, red pupils with a hint of wicked purple, tall and slender, with a pair of black bat wings blending with the night like a cloak, adding to his mysterious allure.

Even with his effeminate face, backed by his strength, he seemed especially majestic and powerful.

From a distance, led by Bella and Selena, a group of middle sequence female Night Demons, Succubi, and Kin screamed for him.

Byron now personally validated a popular saying:

"Fashion sense" is also a part of strength!

Further away, the other three Fifth Order Pseudo Gods on the island quietly watched the battle.