Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

boom!

But as the blazing sword light struck, the seemingly indestructible barrier of divine grace was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The handsome green-haired man was terrified, and his piano playing became increasingly chaotic, his tone becoming more urgent, and even carrying a slight tremor.

“O God who justifies me, answer me when I cry out! You have given me comfort in my distress; now have mercy on me and hear my prayer!”

Finally, the blazing white halo that descended from the sky managed to neutralize the deadly flaming sword light.

However, as the smoke and dust dissipated, a sharp wail came from the air, and the figure that was previously at the breach of Wenquan Pass instantly rushed to within three steps of the green-haired handsome man.

So fast!

The green-haired handsome man's pupils contracted sharply. At such a short distance, he could no longer chant the hymn. In desperation, he instinctively reached for the stone rope behind his waist.

Before receiving divine favor and becoming king of Israel, he was a shepherd.

To prevent the sheep from escaping without having to expend too much effort to catch them, he developed a unique skill of throwing stone ropes to restrict the movement of livestock.

It was this very skill that allowed him to overcome brute force when the Israeli army faced a foreign enemy, and no one dared to confront the giant Goliath. He won that gamble that determined the future of Israel and his own destiny.

At such close range, I can definitely entangle his hands and feet and restrict his movements.

Lord, blessings be upon you. Go forth, five stones that changed my destiny and brought me glory! Teach this pretty boy a lesson!

The green-haired handsome man immediately pulled out the stone rope from his lower back and swung it forward as he retreated rapidly.

Hiss hiss hiss hiss!

With a spinning afterimage, the stone rope whistled out, and in the darkness, the rope and the "prey" established a kind of fateful connection.

Every shot hits!

puff!

However, a sword light flashed upwards, and the treasure blessed by the gods and sublimated by his experience shattered instantly.

This monster is too strong!

In a flash, the handsome green-haired man, who had exhausted all his tricks, felt a chill run down his spine, his teeth chattered, and he subconsciously waved his cane, silently reciting a hymn in Hebrew in his heart, making a final desperate attempt.

My heart waits silently for God; my salvation comes from Him alone, He alone is my rock, my deliverance; He is my fortress, I will not be defeated…

Click!

The shepherd's walking stick, which he had been striking with all his might, broke in the middle, the cut smooth and hot, and a strong burning sensation suddenly came from his throat.

The green-haired handsome man looked down in horror at the dark red demonic sword so close to him, buzzing and yearning for his blood, his heart sinking to the bottom.

it's over...

boom!

However, unexpectedly, the demonic sword that was supposed to slit his throat turned into a slap midway, smashing horizontally into his chest and blasting him a hundred meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust along the way, until he crashed into a pile of rubble and barely stopped his momentum.

cough cough...

He actually survived!

The green-haired handsome man coughed violently as he climbed out of the pile of rubble, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a look of disbelief.

As he calmed down, the green-haired handsome man gazed at the towering, demon-like monster in the distance. He couldn't help but recall the whispers that had echoed in his ears when the two of them had crossed paths, and he became lost in thought.

"King David? Be grateful you have a good son..."

The fact that I survived is thanks to that kid Solomon is really not something to be happy about.

King David, whose true name had been revealed, rubbed his chest, which he didn't know how many of his sternums were broken, his expression a mixture of relief and frustration.

Just as this king, who was leading the Israelites to a period of revival, was preparing to play the harp, chant divine words, and heal his injuries, a sudden burst of noise instantly disrupted his chanting.

At that moment, a handsome blond man dressed in a Greek white robe, carrying a harp, walked down from the cliff overlooking the sea.

"Orps? Perfect timing. You're in charge of this kid. Don't let him cause trouble!"

Samael swept his flaming demon sword across the battlefield, turning dozens of undead soldiers who surrounded him into charred remains. Then, he smiled and casually made some arrangements.

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

Orpheus smiled and nodded, his voice magnetic and extremely pleasant to listen to. He then stepped in front of King David, not forgetting to turn to the supreme deity of the Orpheus religion and respectfully inquire.

"What piece of music would you like to hear?"

"Haha, interesting, let's play a fitting song then—'The Gods Enter Valhalla'!"

Samael couldn't help but laugh heartily, and in the playlist, he pointed out a new tune that he had spontaneously taught Orpheus during the trip.

Upon receiving the oracle, Orpheus bowed respectfully, then gently plucked the strings. Greek instruments such as the flute, phlox, panpipes, lyre, harp, and lyre appeared from the magic circle, accompanied by a rhythm, and surrounded the genius musician, playing simultaneously.

The magnificent and sacred rhythm instantly evoked a sense of ethereal grandeur in the heavens and earth, as if one were witnessing a magnificent golden palace rising from the ground. Amidst joyful singing, the gods crossed the rainbow bridge, ascended the Hall of Heroes, took their seats, and looked down upon all mortals who submitted to them, enjoying the praise and hymns of the mortal world.

In comparison, King David's harp solo appears meager and thin.

Just as the symphony began to play, Samael, who had been listening to the notes with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, his star-shaped pupils opening and closing slowly, his brows furrowed and a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Sneaking around like this...get out here!"

Instantly, the Blazing Demon Sword rekindled its Calamity Flame, and with a flick of its wrist, it lashed backward, striking the assassin lurking in Samael's shadow with lightning speed.

boom!

Caught off guard, the pale-faced, bloodshot-eyed, and slender man with sharp teeth bared his lips crashed into the mud like a cannonball, carving deep furrows in his wake.

The assassin scrambled to his feet, his clothes tattered, his back a bloody mess, his broken arm bone piercing through his flesh, revealing raw, white skin.

"You still can't shake your bad habit of ambushing. I could smell your stench from a mile away, Cain!"

Amidst disdainful mockery, the blazing flames arrived almost simultaneously.

Chapter 163 The Legendary Moses' Sea-Parting Fist

"Tarask!"

Just as Cain, already severely wounded, was about to be burned to ashes by the Fiery Demon Sword, at the critical moment, accompanied by a woman's cry, a giant earth dragon with a hedgehog-like appearance, a huge head covered with sharp thorns on its purplish-red rocky carapace, six legs, and a tail with sharp poisonous thorns, was smashed away by a purplish-red cross scepter and blocked the sword's edge.

boom!

"Ow!"

Amidst a piercing scream, the earth dragon, its hard shell shattered, its back spurs broken, spun like a baseball being slammed by two warring sides, creating a whistling sound as it crashed into half of a distant mountainside.

"You bastard, stop right there and reflect on your actions!"

At the same time, a cold roar arose, and amidst a series of air-piercing explosions, a fair, jade-like fist rapidly enlarged before Samael's eyes. The accompanying fierce wind pressure, like a steel knife, pierced through the magic barrier, scraping the ancient snake's flesh and bones, bringing a slight stinging pain.

At this moment, Samael had just unleashed a powerful attack, his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to be generated. In his haste, he had no time to change his move and could only shake his wrist to send the Flaming Demon Sword spinning upwards to seal the attack.

when!

The clash of fists and swords produced a sharp, metallic clang, and the surrounding ether trembled violently, creating a visible storm.

"Honor me, fear me, for this is the temple of God, the gate of heaven! Because of your sins, I anoint you with oil and brand you, remove the burdens of life, and find rest here! — Faith protects you!"

Driven by a strong wind, the tall woman, gentle as a calm sea and fierce as a raging storm, prayed devoutly and fervently. The surging power of her faith directly transformed her indestructible will into a technique that amplified her physique, instantly increasing her power dozens of times.

boom!

The explosive force of a landslide and tsunami emanated from the sword, forcefully shattering the demonic flames.

Thump thump thump!

Caught off guard, Samael felt a numbness in his hand and staggered back several steps. With each step, the ground rumbled and cracked, revealing radiating grooves that continuously released his domineering energy.

"Samael, I'm here to help you!"

Just then, Samael's backward body was lifted up from behind by a strong force, stopping his momentum.

However, the opposing forces had nowhere to go and instantly raged through the ancient snake's body, causing the person involved to experience a surge of blood and qi, with a trace of crimson spilling from the corner of their mouth.

Samael coughed lightly, raised his hand to wipe away the blood, and turned to look behind him with a resentful expression.

"Honestly, are you sure you're not here to scam me? Or are you trying to inherit my fortune?"

"Ahem, unexpected... unexpected. How did we know that a mere mortal girl's punches were so powerful?"

Holo looked at her brother who was spitting blood, awkwardly withdrew her paw, dared not look directly at the victim, and tried her best to explain.

"Nonsense! Didn't you see that earth dragon next to her got beaten up like a dog with its tail between its legs? Who do you think this is? Iron Fist Saintess Martha, the rightful successor of the Jacob's Divine Fist!"

Samael glanced at the purple-haired, blue-eyed girl in a loose white and purple sacrificial robe who walked out of the hundred-meter-deep pit with her fist clenched, and gave Holo a half-teasing, half-serious snort.

Jacob, also known as "Jacob," dreamt of the gates of heaven, heard God reaffirm his vow to his grandfather Abraham, wrestled with an angel and became lame, and was given the name "Israel," meaning "one who wrestles with God"!

Therefore, he became the founder of the twelve tribes of Israel.

Legend has it that the angel who was defeated by Jacob was Michael, known as the "Vice-Prince of Heaven," and Jacob's ability to win in the wrestling match is enough to prove his amazing talent in combat.

Later, according to biblical tradition, Jacob led his tribe to Egypt, which led to the later Book of Exodus.

Moses, the saint who opened up the Red Sea with a single blow and established the Ten Commandments with God, seems to be the true successor of the "Jacob's Fist".

Therefore, Jacob's Divine Fist is also jokingly called "Moses' Sea-Parting Fist".

Similarly, the saintess Martha before us clearly inherited the essence of Jacob's divine fist. With a few punches by the water, even the armored dragon Tarasque, known for its defense, cried out for its mother and obediently reformed.

From then on, the son of the first Leviathan was subjugated by the clutches of this violent saintess, becoming a magical pet at her beck and call, and destined to be whipped at any time, and used as a shield and a throwing weapon.

"you know me?"

Martha was taken aback when she heard the man pronounce her real name so accurately. She stopped in her tracks, gently opened her arms, and a warm and serious expression appeared on her face.

“I firmly believe that no matter how evil something is, it has its reasons. Sinners who are hindering the coming of the eternal kingdom, if you are willing to repent and stop, the door of the Lord is always open for you!”

"An eternal kingdom? To cleanse all humanity of its sins? Your Lord, is he just using this rhetoric to fool you?"

Samael's eyes flashed, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. Based on his understanding of his old nemesis, he made a guess with a playful tone.

"That's right, the Tower of Babel is about to be completed. As long as the Greeks are willing to take a step back and contribute the planet's great source to reshape the world, all the scattered nations will be united as one, the world will be free from strife, and the kingdoms on earth will surely become the Eden of our Lord and all innocent people!"

The saintess, with a pure heart, spoke frankly without any concealment, her devout face radiating with hope.

“If it’s about ethnic integration, why can’t we be the ones in charge, and you be the vassals, and even give up the Tower of Babel?”

Samael raised an eyebrow and asked with amusement.

"My Lord is the only true God in this world! Since you refuse to accept the Lord's grace, then repent properly!"

Martha responded seriously, her gaze gradually sharpening, and her aura instantly blazing and boiling.

Clearly, the Iron Fist Saintess's so-called repentance is in a physical sense.

"How dare you, a mere little girl, injure my Samael! I'll teach you a lesson!"

Hearing such harsh and offensive words, Holo leaped over Samael and stepped out of the ranks.

"Watch out! And you're the one who made me vomit blood, right? Don't try to shift the blame!"

Samael casually reminded her while grumbling and explaining the real reason why the girl had taken action.

"You're so stingy! I saw your eyes were glued to her the whole time. Fine, we can just take her back and let her warm your bed, okay? You can do whatever you want with her!"

"...I told you not to mess with me...shut up!"

Just as Holo turned her head with malice to offer compensation to her brother, Martha, whose forehead veins bulged, stomped forward with a tug-of-war, unleashing a devastating force from her fist, accompanied by a woman's slip of the tongue and a string of profanities.

But as she approached her target, the Iron Fist Saintess's gaze fell upon the lazy little girl in the dust, and the blood rushing to her head immediately receded. The overwhelming force of her punch instantly diminished by seventy percent, and her fist was forcibly deflected to one side.

boom!

However, a violent explosion rang out, and dust billowed up. Amidst the swirling sand and gravel, two fists, one large and one small, faced each other. The flaxen-haired girl, who had been passively avoiding the range of the attack, suddenly stood directly in front of Martha's fist and took the hit head-on.

puff……

Martha, who forcibly pulled back and released her strength, causing her internal organs to tremble, immediately vomited a mouthful of dark red blood. Her body swayed and she staggered backward, trying her best to calm her breathing.

My faith is like fire, my body is like iron, forged in the fire, indestructible!

Under that more advanced mental and physical adjustment than self-hypnosis, Martha's injuries recovered rapidly.

"Don't underestimate me, hey! I advise you to go all out. This battle will determine where you sleep tonight."

At this moment, Holo, who was standing still, withdrew her hand, her amber pupils looking at Martha, reflecting her clear gaze, and she gave a light snort of annoyance.

At the same time, the claws that were retracted behind its back were secretly moving their wrists to dispel the soreness and numbness from its muscles and bones.

This woman's fists are really hard!