Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1755 - 1744: Blood Mist Filling the Sky

"You've got lucky, you get to keep your life for now."Ning Fan felt a surge of resentment, then turned his cold gaze towards the elderly man with white pupils.

He was certain that the defensive magic that appeared just moments ago came from him.

"Who are you?"

Hilde's expression remained indifferent, not caring in the slightest about the death of the two Knight Captains.

In the Sanctuary of Light, the true power lies with the various clergy who cultivate magic.

As for those Knights of Light, apart from the Starlight Knight, the rest are merely disposable pawns of varying worth.

Otherwise, Hilde wouldn't have overlooked the death of those two Knight Captains.

Of course! Hilde would never admit that the real reason was that he simply didn't react in time.

If those two Knight Captains hadn't bought him a blink of time, he could only watch helplessly as Raphael died.

"Oriental, this is a feud between us and the Blood Clan, please don't interfere."

"Ha ha..."

Ning Fan let out a cold laugh, then with a tip of his toe, rushed towards those knights clad in armor.

If not for the experience imparted by William and others, Ning Fan would certainly capture the ringleader first, seizing Hilde. Even if unable to kill him, at least disrupt his casting.

In the Western Cultivation World, there's a saying.

Never give a Mage the time to cast a spell, even if they are just a Gray Robe novice.

Yet, this saying doesn't fit the current situation.

Under the special attributes of the Power of Prayers, the Sanctuary of Light proved the truth that strength lies in numbers.

As long as they form a formation, they can concentrate everyone's power onto one person.

Ning Fan wouldn't give them the chance to form a formation, so he first targeted these weak knights to diminish their numerical advantage.

At extreme speed, Ning Fan transformed into a faint virtual line while running.

These knights, with an average strength only at Object-Manipulating Peak, stood no chance against Ning Fan.

Like a fierce tiger descending, these knights had no opportunity to block Ning Fan,

and within just a few breaths, they simultaneously exploded into five clouds of blood mist.

If the knights weren't standing scattered, Ning Fan's accomplishments would have been multiplied several times.

Smelling the thick scent of blood in the air, noticing the coldness in the eyes of their companions,

when two more clouds of blood mist burst forth, Stuart couldn't hold back any longer, and swung the Cross Sword with fury, cleaving out a meter-long Holy Light Slash.

As the half-moon Light Blade flew out, Stuart pushed off with both feet, charging towards Ning Fan.

A Starlight Knight angrily shouted, "Stuart, what are you doing? Come back!"

"Forget it, let him go."

Hilde shook his head and chuckled lightly, "He's still young, impulsive in his actions."

"As you command."

The speaking Starlight Knight reluctantly lowered his head, gripping the sword's hilt tightly, vigilantly guarding with his three other companions by Hilde's side.

On Ning Fan, these four Starlight Knights all sensed an overwhelmingly sharp aura.

Though not believing this Oriental could kill Hilde, they dared not take the risk.

In the view of Starlight Knights, ordinary Paladins weren't even worth a strand of Hilde's hair.

Feeling the sound of air being torn from behind, Ning Fan's mouth curled into a cold smile, "Dragon Capture Hand!"

Ning Fan slightly bent his five fingers into claws, emitting a powerful suction from his palm, drawing an unlucky soul towards him, and flinging them backwards.

The Starlight Knight's resentful strike of Holy Light Slash instantly severed this knight in half at the waist.

Seeing the ground strewn with blood and entrails, Stuart let out a heart-wrenching scream, "No!"

He couldn't accept the fact that a companion died by his own hand.

"You think only you can attack from afar?"

Seeing the remaining twenty-odd people, Ning Fan had to abandon the previous idea of releasing blood-red fireworks.

This was a battle to the death, not a childish game of anger.

Although Stuart's Holy Light Slash in Ning Fan's view posed no threat,

his joining the battlefield undoubtedly increased the chance for others to escape.

Now, every additional person on the side of the Sanctuary of Light means an increase in power.

Seizing Stuart's moment of distraction, Ning Fan decisively unleashed Divine Dragon's Triple Extreme Flash.

The Seven-Colored Divine Dragon, at lightning speed, swiftly shuttled among the knights.

In front of the Divine Dragon, these ordinary knights stood no chance.

Once touched by the Divine Dragon, knights burst to their deaths, exploding into blood mist across the skies.

"They're all dead!"

Seeing the sky-darkening blood mist, Stuart's expression became dull with an unexpected outcome.

Aside from a Mage, he truly did not expect a warrior to have such efficient means of slaughter.

At this moment, Stuart's face tightened and he urgently called, "Holy Armor!"

"Holy Light Barrier!"

"Holy Light Glory!"

With rapid chanting, flashes of white light gleamed before Stuart, and the silver armor he wore radiated a dazzling silver light.

The distinction between Starlight Knights and ordinary knights lies in their ability to utilize Holy Power and employ sacred arts unique to the temple, achieving magical effects.

With the blessing of three layers of defensive divine arts, Stuart at this moment equated to a humanoid fortress of steel, a match for light artillery attacks.

Looking at the monstrous beast, exuding a fierce aura with a vicious appearance, Stuart's eyes glimmered with coldness, gripping tightly on the Cross Sword in his hand.

"Holy Flame Blaze!"

The Cross Sword in Stuart's hand blazed with a foot-thick white light, the twisted Holy Power on the blade appeared like burning flames.

The Divine Dragon let out a hiss, charging towards Stuart.

"Kill!"

Stuart shouted, fiercely swinging the Cross Sword, determined to avenge his fallen comrades.

The detached Holy Power formed a bright white line, like Sword Qi slicing through the void, easily splitting the dragon's head in two, and continued downwards stopping only at the belly.

"Is it over?"

Looking at the Divine Dragon with its head split apart, Stuart's vindictive eyes held a trace of doubt.

With such terrifying presence from this beast, how could it fall so easily.

"Naive."

Ning Fan's eyes revealed a hint of disdain.

The Divine Dragon was transformed from True Qi; unless subdued through force, it wouldn't be harmed in the conventional sense.

Where the dragon's head split into two, a flash of light appeared on the surface.

Soon after, the divided dragon head began to heal, returning to whole once again.

"How could this be?"

Stuart's eyes glazed, unfamiliar with Eastern powers.

He mistakenly believed this beast was a summoned demon beast by Ning Fan, with flesh and blood.

The Divine Dragon, now halved in size, charged directly towards Stuart.

The body condensed from highly concentrated True Qi instantly shattered Stuart's three-layer divine arts.

In a thunderous roar, Stuart was sent flying, then fell heavily.