Ares, the god of war, is getting serious.

When these words came out of the Black Dragon King's mouth, the Black Dragon clan immediately understood the urgency of the matter.

As the Black Dragon King who can slightly suppress the God of War Ares, he knows the strength of the God of War Ares better than anyone else.

He can compete with Ares, the God of War, mainly because of the power of the blood of the Black Dragon Clan.

Even now, Ares, the God of War, has not used his current trump card.

Because once it is used, the Black Dragon King and God of War Ares will fall into a state of immortality.

Even they themselves cannot accurately control such power.

If it is affected by the battle, a small life may have to be accounted for here.

Under the urging of the Black Dragon King, a subtle feeling arose between heaven and earth.

It is a kind of fighting spirit, a kind of domineering spirit to fight to the end and never stop.

It is also the resilience that never stops fighting.

The brilliance of Ares, the god of war, becomes more and more dazzling and attracts more and more attention.

The dark gold armor could not hide the power of faith in him.

Dark golden light rushed into the sky.

In the silence, Ares, the god of war, slowly opened his eyes, and his blue eyes, as clear as the sky, slowly locked onto the stubbornly resisting Matt.

Matt pushed hard and pushed the God-killing spear away from him.

He fled through the sky quickly, trying to avoid the lock of Ares, the god of war.

But he couldn't do it no matter what.

Cold sweat spread all over his body, and Matt seemed to have smelled the chance of death.

Ares, the god of war, opened his hand, and in the sky behind him, there were countless spears gathered together, shining like a galaxy! The pressure came from the sky, and pressed Matt to the ground.

Boom! There was a muffled sound, gravel, grass and trees splashed, and dust rose up all over the sky.

"Lord God of War, I will explain!"

"I'll tell you everything!"

"Please be noble and spare my life!"

"Lord God of War!"

Faced with the fear of death, Matt finally understood why he had only one option: assassination.

Because of the frontal battlefield, there was no way he could be a match for Ares, the god of war.

As long as Ares, the god of war, notices him, he has already fallen into a situation where he is bound to lose, and there is no possibility of him turning around.

As for life, it is just something that Ares, the God of War, can take away at any time.

Now Matt was panicking.

Originally, under the Holy Lord, he was also a core member of the emissary level. Apart from the Holy Lord, he was a superior being.

Now, because of the rage of Ares, the God of War, everything he owns will disappear.

The fear of death caused his already weak faith to evaporate.

"Lord God of War!"

"Please! I can tell you where they are."

"Lord God of War, please see that I have contributed to the Temple of God of War!"

... This begging for mercy did not lead to forgiveness from Ares, the God of War. Instead, it made Ares, the God of War, more determined to kill Matt.

Slowly raising his hand, Matt, who had already been locked, had no way to escape.

In his blue eyes, he had already foreseen all the situations that might happen next.

Matt's chance of survival under this move was zero.

"If you don't beg me for mercy and you still have some backbone in the Temple of the God of War, maybe I will give you a chance of survival."

"But now, you have trampled on the honor of my God of War Temple!"

"It's useless for you to be the first of the twelve knights of my temple!"

"If I don't kill you today, it won't be enough to vent my hatred!"

After saying this, Ares, the god of war, suddenly raised his hand and activated the spears that filled the sky like meteors. They were not fast, but they locked onto Matt. He had no choice but to resist this move! But!

Although Matt's strength is enough to be seen in the Temple of the God of War, at the moment, it is insignificant in front of Ares, the God of War.

With all his strength, he felt there was no chance of survival.

Matt closed his eyes in despair.

The Holy Lord's power of faith had been completely exhausted by the previous move.

This is the power of faith entrusted to him by the Holy Lord from the beginning. He can use it once to avoid the killer move of Ares, the God of War, at the most critical moment.

Matt didn't expect it, and neither did the Holy Lord.

Ares, the god of war, actually took the lead in attacking.

In a head-on confrontation, Matt is blessed with infinite power of faith.

There is no way to escape the fate of death.

Spears fell from the sky like star arrows, and the earth shook violently! The roar hurt people's ears.

Even Qin Yichen, who was far away in the Light Lord Temple, felt such fluctuations.

"The strength of Ares, the God of War, cannot be underestimated. I am not qualified to fight with him yet."

"However, since our Light Lord Temple currently lacks upper-level strength, this Matt is a good choice."

Thinking of this, Qin Yichen suddenly stretched out his hand forward. In front of him, the yin and yang auras converged into a Bagua Gate, and a halo of mist gathered.

As the Bagua Gate appeared, the tremors in the Light Lord Temple became more intense.

Inside the mountains, loess keeps falling.

The believers in the Light Lord Temple started to move one after another, looking confusedly towards the direction where the vibration came from.

The fluctuations became more and more distant. Qin Yichen thought for a moment, and his arm suddenly turned into a shadow, between reality and illusion.

He slowly put his hand into the Bagua Gate and suddenly pulled it back hard.

"come out!"

Boom! The Bagua Sect collapsed instantly, Matt's face was covered with scars, and his body was already covered with scars, and the power of the God of War's faith remained on his arms, constantly eroding his body.

His mind was buzzing, and even the pain in his body was covered up.

At the moment before he fell into coma, he saw a man whose robes were blown by the strong wind.

In front of him was a strange door. The earth and gravel splashed out, and the moment they were about to touch the man's body, they collapsed.

As the illusory door was shattered, the surroundings suddenly returned to silence.

He saw that the man couldn't control his body, took a step forward, and then stood up straight.

The light fell from above the temple, and the halo of mist illuminated his body like a dream.

If there really is a savior in this world.

Then he probably looks like the person in front of him.

Matt passed out with his last remaining thoughts.

Qin Yichen looked back at Matt, and then looked at his hands that could not stop shaking.

The Taoist robe that fell into a "virtual state" has long been broken into pieces.

Qin Yichen's arm was not spared. The god-killing spear of Ares, the god of war, left long and neat wounds on his arm. Blood slid down his arm to his palm and dripped to the ground.

As the light fell, Qin Yichen regained some clarity in his mind.

With a thought in his mind, after Sai Lao realized it, the talisman he left for him floated in the air.

Not long after, Qin Yichen's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After the wound was taken care of, Qin Yichen arranged his Taoist robe and then looked at Matt who was seriously injured and unconscious on the ground.
Chapter completed!