Sun didn't know why this guy suddenly targeted him, spouting all these incomprehensible words.
When watching the commotion earlier, he hadn't noticed it, but now he realized this guy really had a bit of a fool's feeling, as if he truly believed everything completely.
Wait... is that golden-masked guy some kind of seductive demon?
Why does he gain followers just by randomly spouting a few crazy words without any logic!
"You seem to have some strength, why not consider joining the Heaven and Earth Society?"
"You should know, the world belongs to the Heaven and Earth Society! Following him has no future - that guy has never seriously cooperated with anyone."
After thinking for a moment, Sun in his reckless state surprisingly didn't directly attack but actually chose to recruit!
After all, at this stage of the game, he rarely personally recruited members anymore.
But Jiang Yuan completely ignored him, a blue lightning mark appearing below his right eye like a suddenly formed tear mole.
His gaze firm as he looked at Sun, he shook his head and said:
"The Saint Lord has acknowledged me."
"I am a Saint!"
As he spoke, blue light erupted from his body, his energy continuously rising.
Blue energy continuously gathered on his body, condensing into a suit of armor while simultaneously forming a light shield and a light sword in front of him.
Grasping his weapons with both hands, his entire aura became perfectly harmonious and exceptionally powerful, giving off the feeling of an old-school magic swordsman.
Sun slightly furrowed his brow - this person's strength was quite impressive!
His spiritual sense was very strong, and normally, people with high spiritual energy were more like Mages than warriors.
But now the other party's state was clearly that of a warrior - this kind of person had no obvious weaknesses!
"Haha! Under normal circumstances, with your strength, I'd really like to fight you."
"But the current situation is special, so let me show you the right path."
As he spoke, Sun swung the flail in his hand like a street thug shaking a wok, pointing toward the Death Messenger.
"See that woman over there?"
Death Messenger: ?
A bad premonition suddenly rose in His heart, and He couldn't help thinking "what the hell" - these teammates were truly useless, each worse than the last!
"You go deal with Him. Actually, He is your master's greatest enemy. I'll just play around with your master."
Jiang Yuan seriously shook his head and said:
"No, I know He is key to the enemy faction this time. Precisely because of that, how dare I overstep? That is the Saint Lord's prey."
A rare smile appeared on Pride's face as he nodded approvingly.
He was quite satisfied that Jiang Yuan referred to the Death Messenger as his "prey" rather than his "great enemy."
This showed good judgment.
Sun looked at this stubborn, rigid guy before him and felt somewhat speechless, but soon flew into a rage again.
"What did you say, kid?!"
"Looking down on me, huh? Thinking that Death Messenger over there is more important than me?"
Jiang Yuan's energy continuously rose, finally reaching its peak.
He seemed unaffected by Sun's mood swings, speaking like a robot only focused on executing tasks:
"Didn't you say so yourself?"
"Thank you for your noble character, but now, I'm going to attack!"
He was naturally referring to Sun not attacking while he was building up his energy.
But when it was time to act, he was equally decisive, charging forward directly with shield and sword in hand.
A brilliant azure sword light slashed toward the opponent's head, its terrifying momentum and sharpness instantly enveloping the area, making even Sun sigh in admiration.
Boom!
Amid the explosion, Sun's Hellfire armor had already manifested on his body. Without dodging or evading, he took the hit head-on!
"Good kid! Where did you come from?"
His body trembling slightly as he praised, he immediately swung his meteor hammer straight at Jiang Yuan's face.
Jiang Yuan similarly didn't dodge or evade, raising his shield to forcefully block the attack.
Seeing the other party's behavior, Sun's eyes lit up - this kind of approach clearly suited his temperament.
"Oh ho? Quite brave!"
"Before the Saint Lord, a Saint should never retreat!" Jiang Yuan replied with utmost formality, his eyes carrying a hint of piety.
Sun: ...
This person before him was just too serious, to the point of being unnaturally righteous, giving him no desire to converse further.
It was like he was a ruffian making teasing remarks, but the other party responded like a block of wood - every reply was serious and proper.
Although their words didn't mesh well, their actions were surprisingly compatible.
One was a pure brute, fighting with wide, sweeping movements; the other had a face full of determination and stubbornness, equally devoid of any schemes or tricks - just straightforward fighting!
For a while, they fought head-to-head in a fierce, evenly matched battle.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Pride and the Death Messenger had long since begun their fight.
The Death Messenger's expression wasn't good either, occasionally glancing at Jiang Yuan.
Where did this guy come from? Was he originally from this world?
That shouldn't be possible - how could there be someone like this? What exactly happened when they processed this world?
But there was no time for Him to think now, because Pride wouldn't give Him time to think.
And after the earlier events, Pride, having confirmed himself as the "Saint Lord," seemed to have broken through some mental barrier.
His entire aura wildly surged upward. Although he didn't possess invincible power, he had completely gained an invincible heart!
His battle axe swung through the air like shadows, drawing both the Death Messenger and the Hell Envoy before him into the range of his axe's combat sphere.
That area was already something no one dared to enter - anyone with slightly weaker strength would die instantly upon contact!
The Death Messenger grew more alarmed the longer they fought. What was going on? Why did it feel like this golden-masked guy was getting stronger?!
Earlier, He could clearly feel His strength was superior to the opponent's, but now, He actually felt the opponent's energy rising!
What? Is it really that idealistic? Just believing you're the Saint Lord is enough?
Seeing Pride fight more and more recklessly, the Death Messenger's eyes turned fierce as He directly controlled the Hell Envoy to charge forward suicidally while He waited for an opportunity to strike.
In that instant, the golden battle axe tore through space, heavily smashing into the massive Hell Envoy's chest.
A mournful cry of agony rang through the sky!
But the Extreme Path Battle Axe seemed to have struck something indestructible - after embedding halfway in, it could advance no further.
"Hmm?"