Chapter 485: Battle of the Sages (Five Thousand)

Partridge had an extremely sensitive personality. If he hadn't been so sensitive, his initial gratitude towards the blasphemer wouldn't have gradually twisted into hatred and even murderous intent.

Now, facing one question after another raised by Zhou Yang, Patrick had no idea how to respond. He had some clues about the first few and could make some inferences, but for the latter ones, Patrick couldn't even understand what the questions meant.

He even had a very bad premonition in his heart, that is, the left arm of the Last Dusk King, which originally belonged to him, seemed to be in danger of being snatched away.

This feeling made Patridge extremely tormented.

Patrick hated the feeling of having his things taken away by others.

Unable to answer the questions one after another and feeling Zhou Yang's increasingly suspicious and indifferent tone, Patridge's sensitive nerves were strongly stimulated and he even went a little out of control mentally.

He was shouting like a madman, trying to regain his confidence with the loudness of his voice.

Ron looked at Patridge in surprise. He had to admit that the difference in the old man's performance and temperament before and after was too great.

The first person I met was a senior master who looked kind but actually had an immortal demeanor.

However, once some of the disguises were removed, their scoundrel-like nature was immediately revealed.

In fact, it should have been seen long ago. When Patrick changed his expression drastically in front of Zhou Yang's left arm, he should have recognized Patrick's true face. It's just that the title of sage is so big that Ron didn't think about it in this regard at all.

He is a sage and he has lived for more than a thousand years.

But Patridge didn't have the calmness and tolerance that a saint should have. Over a thousand years, he had not developed a character that matched his age and strength. Perhaps, he had great strength and was invincible, but deep down, Patridge was still just a little pirate floating on the sea.

Perhaps this is what is called "it is easy to change the country, but difficult to change one's nature"? He has lived for thousands of years, but in these thousands of years, it always feels like Partridge is almost becoming a psychopath, which is really pitiful.

Ron's mocking and pitying look happened to be seen by Patridge, and he instantly felt strongly humiliated. The old man's body was shaking nervously, and his chest felt like a heavy stone was pressing on it, making him extremely depressed and uncomfortable.

He is a saint.

He is a legend from thousands of years ago.

He was a person admired by tens of thousands of people in the Dusk Continent, so how could he be pitied by a random boy? Especially since this boy seemed to have an unclear relationship with that bastard Archibald, which made Partridge even more uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the annoyance in his chest. With a gloomy face, Patridge actually controlled his emotions and did not completely go crazy. This made Ron a little strange. It seemed that this guy's thousand years of practice was not all put into the dog.

A pair of cloudy eyes became sinister, like an eagle's.

Patridge stared at Ron for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "I didn't expect Ron to be able to speak the language of my hometown. It really surprises me..."

Look at what he said, how sophisticated it is.

Although he is a fake, this is something that cannot be admitted under any circumstances.

"I'm very curious, little brother, how many of the questions raised by Senior Zhou Yang can you answer?"

The original irritability and murderous intent seemed to have all disappeared, and at this moment, all that was left on Patridge's face was a gentle smile.

He could see that Ron must know more than he did. There was no doubt that his attempt to trick the left arm had failed, but the Last Twilight King was divided into seven pieces in total. In addition to the right arm he had already grasped and the left arm in front of him, there were still five remaining limbs.

Once you know the answer, you can use it to fool other limbs and gain their trust.

It is indeed a thousand-year-old turtle.

Although it is difficult to change one's nature, he has become cunning and treacherous over the years. If he meets someone who likes to show off or who is eager to gain the trust of a person, he will probably tell him everything he knows.

But obviously, Ron is not.

He just smiled at Partridge, and then...

Time stands still.

The body that had been prepared long ago was like a spring, ejected in an instant, and appeared directly in front of Patrich as if teleporting. The Eye of the Dragon God in his hand, which looked more like a war hammer than a staff, had been raised high, and with a whoosh, he swung it towards Patrich.

At the same time, he shouted, "Eighty!"

Time standing still is obviously of little use to a strong man of Patridge's level. Patridge only felt a moment of distraction, and his out-of-control body had recovered.

But this brief moment also made Patridge lose the best chance to escape.

Facing the Dragon God's Eye that was smashing down on him, Patrich frowned, raised his right hand instantly, and grabbed the staff.

Bang! A dull sound.

A circle of impact instantly spread across the ground.

Ron's almost violent strength caused Patridge's upper body to lean back violently, and his fingers were empty. He was originally planning to grab the staff and take back the Eye of the Dragon God, but he failed in the end.

Although Patridge didn't know the name of the Dragon God's Eye, he could at least tell that this mysterious weapon was extraordinary. If he could master it in his hands, it would surely allow him to reach a higher level of strength.

What a pity.

As for Ron, under the influence of the violent recoil force, he took several steps back before stopping.

A layer of red suddenly appeared on his face.

This guy has great strength.

Ron is also very conceited. He doesn't dare to say that he is invincible, but since his debut, he has never met anyone who can compete with him in terms of pure strength.

However, the strength displayed by Patrick completely surpassed himself, and he was worthy of being a demigod. This improvement was all-round, and he could hardly feel any shortcomings.

Partridge shook his hand lightly, his face smug, and a slightly ostentatious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He stared at Ron with a pair of turbid eyes: "What's wrong? Ron, are you unable to answer the questions of the last Twilight King, so you are angry and want to kill me?"

"If you think this way, you are wrong."

“Although your strength is not bad, it is not enough in front of me. Even if I do nothing and stand here for you to chop, you don’t have the ability to kill me.”

"You are just a fake, and you dare to deceive..."

"No..." Zhou Yang's unique thunderous voice came from the sky again: "No, you are wrong. He is my real fellow countryman."

“We come from the same place.”

Crunch!

The words that Patridge hadn't finished speaking suddenly got stuck in his throat.

Then, a deep blush appeared on the wrinkled old face, as if he had heard something incredible and was filled with shock.

He doesn't understand.

Why, after answering a few questions, I aroused more and more suspicion from Zhou Yang?

And the damned little bastard on the other side just swung his staff and hit him hard, and then he gained Zhou Yang's trust? Why on earth? The strong sense of imbalance twisted Partridge's face to the extreme. The anger that he had finally controlled burst out again at this time. He was like an old man with some respiratory disease, gasping for breath, and even heard a huffing sound in his throat, as if his throat was blocked.

He was unwilling, angry and irritated.

Patrick was like an old man who was tired of the world. He kept uttering all kinds of curses in his heart, and his lips were twitching nervously. Even Ron felt a little numb when he saw him like that.

This guy's mental state is really not normal.

"My friend..." Zhou Yang's voice came again from the sky.

"I thank you for saving me from the shackles of fate. I will always remember this kindness in my heart."

"If my friends have any needs, please feel free to ask. I will never refuse you in the next week."

There is no doubt that although Patrick tried to deceive Zhou Yang by pretending to be a fellow villager, Zhou Yang was a very generous person and would not feel resentful because of such a thing.

He had no intention of pursuing the matter, nor did he even mention it.

But these words seemed to have touched a nerve in Partridge. Partridge's shoulders kept twitching, and a strange and frightening laugh came out of his mouth:

“Hehehe…hehehehe…”

“Hahahahahahaha…”

The hoarse laughter symbolizes Partridge's disordered mind.

He laughed like a madman, shaking all over, laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe, and tears of laughter rolled down his wrinkled face.

Hiss!

To be honest, it really doesn't feel good to have to pretend so hard all the time.

It’s too tiring and too hard.

It turns out that it is more comfortable like this now.

Ron's eyes sank slightly and he took a step back. He could feel that something was wrong with Patridge. In this state, Patridge could do anything. If a demigod lost control, it would be a disaster not only for himself and the Spang Theocracy, but also for the entire Dusk Continent.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The skull in the air also rippled slightly. To be honest, Zhou Yang really didn't plan to do anything to Patrick. Although this man's original purpose might not be pure, and he even pretended to be his fellow villager to deceive him in order to gain his trust, no matter what, it could not change the reality that it was he who broke the seal on him. For this reason alone, Zhou Yang could not do anything to Patrick.

Patridge was laughing wildly like that neurotically, and then suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly, and his face became as gloomy as iron.

I have to admit that Patridge's face-changing technique is unique. His face can switch between various expressions at will without any lag.

Then, he grinned and exhaled: "It's really sad. If I had known that this would be the result, why would I have gone through so much trouble?"

He raised his head and looked at the head formed by Zhou Yang's residual soul: "You said that no matter what you are asked to do, you will never refuse, right?"

"That's right, whatever you want me to do, I can fulfill one of your wishes." said Zhou Yang's residual soul.

After all, he was once a strong man in the realm of gods, and a leader in this realm. Zhou Yang has the capital to be so ostentatious. Even if he is just a remnant soul, his strength is enough to roam freely in the Dusk Continent.

"Is that so? Then...you killed him..." Patridge suddenly pointed his hand at Ron.

"And then... commit suicide!"

"What?"

Zhou Yang was shocked.

He never thought that Patrick would make such a request. Ron's eyelids were twitching. This old man never stops talking until he shocks people.

Partridge exhaled, with an exaggerated, morbid satisfaction on his face: "Look, this is what you said, no matter what request you make, I will never refuse it. The promise of the last Twilight King is really cheap and laughable."

Obviously, Patrick was a little neurotic. Unless someone had a brain cramp, no one would agree to such an outrageous condition. But in the eyes of this sage, he seemed to have found something against Zhou Yang and occupied the moral high ground in a legitimate manner.

He became full of energy again, as if he had been injected with a powerful energy shot.

He seemed to want to gain some kind of belief through this cheating method, so as to gain the motivation to continue his actions.

His dry tongue swept across his lips, and the smile on his face became even more exaggerated: "Since you don't want to commit suicide, then... go die..."

With a sinister voice, Partridge raised his right hand and pointed at the shadow in the sky: "Kill him."

As soon as Patridge finished speaking, another arm suddenly appeared in front of him... a familiar arm, a familiar breath, it was Zhou Yang's right arm.

As soon as the arm appeared, without any pause, it opened its fingers and grabbed the residual soul in the sky.

Both the body and soul of the last Dusk King possessed extremely terrifying power. The same was true for this right arm. When the five fingers bent down, the surroundings of Zhou Yang's soul instantly twisted, and an unmatched energy gushed out directly from the palm of his hand, like a terrifying tsunami, instantly sweeping across a large area in front.

Zhou Yang's residual soul was fluctuating violently, and a tremendous rage instantly rose in his soul. He could clearly feel that the residual soul and consciousness that should have existed in his right arm had disappeared completely.

It goes without saying that one can imagine what the fate of the soul in the right arm will be.

From the very beginning, Partridge was not trying to save himself, he was trying to completely destroy himself.

He is just a remnant soul, and if he has no support, he will become extremely fragile.

The remnant soul tried to summon its own body, which was the left arm held in Patridge's palm, but there was no response when it was summoned. It was obvious that Patridge had already controlled this left arm.

Once the remnant soul is destroyed, this arm will completely become a weapon in Patridge's hands.

The conflict here had just begun, and on the other side, a black ball had quickly solidified in the palm of Partridge's raised right hand. He glanced at Ron with a slightly smug look, and opened his cracked lips: "Eternal Darkness."

Buzz! As the words "eternal darkness" appeared, the entire underground palace instantly fell into pitch darkness.

All the light seemed to disappear completely in an instant, and the magic stones inlaid on the ground and walls all turned into black stones.

It was pure black, black without a trace of light.

Even though Ron had the ability to see in the dark, he was caught off guard and his mind collapsed for a moment.

The next moment, Ron felt a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, and he could no longer feel the existence of his legs.

Cutting.

Damn it.

This old fellow, Shengxian, has no moral principles at all. He is clearly a powerful demigod, but he shamelessly launched a sneak attack on a junior of his.

At the moment when his mind was distracted, this guy cut Ron's body in half with a knife, dividing it into two parts.

Ron didn't even care about the fact that his body was cut in half. As his upper body kept tumbling in the air, his fingers had already lightly brushed against a ring.

Summon, the six-winged fallen angel, Niafu! Ron is not the kind of idiot who would pretend to be strong. When he can't beat the opponent, he will call for help. It's not shameful.

clang clang clang!

At the moment when Niafu was summoned, before even the powerful force of the six-winged fallen angel had time to be released, sharp sounds exploded in the air.

It was obvious that several of Patrich's subsequent sneak attacks were easily intercepted by Niafu.

No matter what, Niafu is also a six-winged fallen angel, which is absolutely a demigod existence. Her strength is in no way inferior to that of a sage. She is the strongest existence under God.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ron's lips moved rapidly.

In less than three seconds, a rising sun gradually emerged behind Ron.

The sun rises.

The light of the rising sun, like sharp swords, tore through the darkness in the underground palace, and the light enveloped the world again.

It seemed that Patridge had not expected this scene. The speed of light was so fast that even a sage could not avoid it. When the dawn light shone on Patridge, the old sage shook violently and let out a sharp cry.

My body felt like it was covered in a pot of concentrated sulfuric acid, with layers of pale mist rising up.

It is the dawn that dispels darkness and brings warmth, but to saints it is the most terrifying poison in the world.

The skin was immediately corroded and left with large pits and scars.

Large pieces of skin, flesh and blood turned into gray-yellow pus and slowly fell down the body, emitting a strong stench.

Chapter 1 is here.

(End of this chapter)