Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao

The Desecrator of the God glanced at his numb wrist and looked at Arthur with astonishment, this was almost no different from a Divine Spirit now.

And all this was coming from the Treasured Sword in Arthur's hand that emitted a golden glow. At that moment, the Desecrator of the God was moved, he hadn't expected the Treasured Sword to be so powerful that it could give a mere mortal the confidence to battle a Divine Spirit.

His eyes ablaze with heat, he looked greedily at the Treasured Sword in Arthur's hand, as flames of envy and desire threatened to burst forth. A sneer spread across his face, and the Desecrator of the God's figure gradually faded from Arthur's view.

He was a Divine Spirit who governed the shadows, naturally in his element within the darkness. In an instant, Arthur lost sight of him, surrounded by black shadows that made it impossible to see anything.

Arthur focused his mind, carefully sensing everything around him. Suddenly, a faint noise came from beside him, and he saw a small black dagger emerge from the shadows, stabbing straight at his Holy Light Armor.

A tremendous noise reverberated through the space, and brilliant light burst from the Holy Light Armor, illuminating the entire area and revealing the Desecrator of the God.

This left him extremely bewildered; such power seemed to have exceeded his understanding. The shadows seemed innately restrained by this force, making his once-prided stealth techniques seem laughable.

How could Arthur miss such an opportunity? Adapting to the Divine Spirit's attacking rhythm and having seen his strength, the fear that was once hidden in Arthur's heart had vanished, and he even felt a sense that the Divine Spirits were not so formidable after all.

He unleashed the power of the Sword in the Stone to its maximum, chopping the Sword fiercely into the Desecrator of the God's body, as golden blood gushed out and a tremendous scream pierced the sky.

The Desecrator of the God hadn't felt such pain in many years, the kind of spiritual pain that twisted his entire face into a grotesque expression.

He yelled furiously, "How dare you, how dare you!" The voice was filled with incredulity and resentment, wishing that he could tear Arthur to pieces at that moment.

Arthur regarded the enraged Divine Spirit calmly. The person screaming hysterically before him was once a high and mighty Divine Spirit, the object of immense respect and worship in his childhood. Now, he felt like laughing out loud—how many ignorant people in the world were still, like his former self, supporting these merciless Divine Spirits with their own blood and sweat.

The angry Divine Spirit unleashed the fury in his heart, and the shadows in the space around began to violently surge, pressing in from all sides as if trying to crush Arthur into a pulp.

Arthur's body radiated a dazzling brilliance, pushing away the shadows. He raised his Treasured Sword and charged fearlessly at the Desecrator of the God. The resplendent light from the Sword in the Stone gave the Desecrator of the God a chill, as if he could see death approaching.

"No!" bellowed the Divine Spirit.

Endless shadows converged upon him, transforming into a massive monster that furiously roared and attacked Arthur, unleashing an immense Divine Power. Arthur felt an unprecedented pressure.

The Treasured Sword struck the monster's body, causing no significant damage but instead inciting even more ferocious attacks. A massive fist descended from the sky, striking Arthur and shaking his body with its mighty force. He leaked fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and casually wiped it away.

He looked up at the monster made of shadows with a disparaging smile, as if to say that his opponent was nothing special.

This scene thoroughly infuriated the shadow monster, who rained down relentless attacks on Arthur. The Holy Light Armor cried out under the barrage, seemingly close to giving way.

Blood continually flowed from the corners of Arthur's mouth, but his eyes grew brighter, showing no dimming from the onslaught of attacks.

Such a reaction made the Desecrator of the God very uncomfortable; it had been many years since he had hated someone so much. Arthur was the first.

As the bright Treasured Sword clashed with the shadow's attacks, the shadowy realm began to shake violently. This special space, formed by the bloodline of Divine Spirits, seemed to be unable to withstand the battle between the two, and the Desecrator of the God quickly used his Divine Power to mend it. He hadn't forgotten that there was a Desecrator nearby.

Just then, a bright Holy Light descended from the sky, shining into the shadowy space as if a blade had split the heavens, bringing light to the world.

An authoritative voice came from outside, "The Lord says that all shadows shall have nowhere to hide."

As soon as the words were spoken, Holy Light burst forth, sweeping away all shadows and revealing the two fighters inside. The Old Monk stood solemnly not far away, holding a Bible radiating dazzling light.

"Cursed Desecrator of the God!" muttered the Desecrator of the God with resentment. He knew his plan had failed. Arthur's strength had far exceeded his expectations, making it impossible to kill him quickly, and the power of Holy Light over the shadows had also exceeded his predictions. Everything made this plan seem like a farce.

His initial intent was to block outside sensing, quickly kill Arthur, and take the Treasured Sword, so that no one would know it was he who acted, thus preserving his image as a Divine Spirit. But now, not only was it known to everyone, but his wounded appearance was also exposed for all to see.