Unfortunately, she could never have anticipated what was about to happen.

The ground exploded with a roar, and a pale figure leaped out from beneath, like a vengeful spirit from hell.

He was shrouded in blue electric arcs; the immense current even distorted the surrounding light, and the air itself seemed to be crushed like broken glass.

His fists were clenched tight, like two planets about to detonate.

Every cadre of Black Spartacus knew his name.

"Rep-Man?!"

Accompanied by a shriek, half of the swarm automatically formed a golden barrier around Madame Poison Bee, while the other half transformed into a torrent and surged straight at Rep-Man.

Offense and defense—a nice thought, but unfortunately, this approach was completely wrong.

Rep-Man stood his ground, unmoving.

The golden swarm crashed into his Thunder-Fire Heavenly Garment, producing only a series of pops like an electric flyswatter and the scent of burnt honey.

Without answering her scream, Rep-Man simply looked up at her.

That one glance made every hair on Martina's body stand on end!

There was no anger, no killing intent, not even the lecherous desire one might expect from an ordinary person looking at her—there was no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

Upon seeing the two corpses of the exorcists on the ground, he simply, purely, and mechanically judged her sins in his heart.

And then, he began the execution.

"Five Thunders Demon-Slaying Blade."

Faster than thought, five bolts of electric blade light flew from his right palm, slashing out in an instant and burning away Madame Poison Bee's swarm barrier.

Millions of poisonous bees were instantly reduced to ashes by the electric arcs!

This single blow made her realize instantly that if she didn't exhaust all her strength and bring out all her trump cards, Rep-Man's next punch would completely obliterate her, blasting her head into sludge!

Driven almost entirely by instinct, she threw the amber sphere in her hand with all her might!

"Go! Amber King!"

The amber shattered, and a twisted prehistoric giant bee surged out, roaring as it lunged at Rep-Man!

However, "Thunder Fist."

Rep-Man simply raised his fist and threw a punch, casually.

Boom—

The ground shattered beneath his feet.

His right fist condensed a power greater than ten thousand galloping horses.

The entire hall seemed to become the center of a storm.

The moment the fist wind swept by, the ceiling of the entire hall cracked, and visible ripples vibrated through the air!

And that giant bee king that had just been summoned—along with Martina herself—had their entire bodies instantly swallowed by the shockwave!

Before her brain could even process what had happened, an indescribable impact hit her chest.

It felt as if the entire world had pressed down on her.

"NOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, as swarms of bees surged frantically from her flesh.

But it was all in vain; every single bone in her body groaned in an instant under the unbearable burden.

The hive symbiotic within her womb was completely pulverized, her blood flowed in reverse, and her internal organs felt as if they were being torn apart by thunder!

Time seemed to be stretched infinitely; she could even see her own blasted body reflected in Rep-Man's pitch-black pupils—so small as to be unnoticeable, insignificant, not even worthy of being taken seriously.

If she had known that Voodoo Hot Girl had met a similar fate, perhaps Madame Poison Bee would have felt a sliver of comfort, but regardless—

"Master—save—me—"

These were Martina's last words.

Until the very last moment, her entire body, mind, and thoughts were still living for her master—that's just how it was.

The irresistible force crushed her skull like a ripe fruit, spraying blood, bone, and brain matter in all directions.

Her remaining corpse was blasted away uncontrollably, smashing completely out of the Association hall!

Her body smashed through the main gate, along with the door frame and half a wall, propelled by the shockwave of the Thunder Fist toward the plaza outside!

She slammed into the plaza like a meteor, crashing through the ground with a roar and blasting out a deep crater!

Debris flew everywhere, and the shockwave spread like a hurricane, sweeping across the Voodoo warriors who were still dancing in the plaza!

In an instant, the sound of breaking bones rose one after another, flesh twisted in the supersonic impact, and the Voodoo warriors who couldn't dodge in time were sent flying, turning into a gruesome pile of wreckage!

The closest batch of warriors was torn into pieces by the shockwave, while those slightly further away were shaken to the ground, vomiting blood.

An entire elite Voodoo combat unit had lost half its numbers in an instant!

Rep-Man walked out from the shattered main gate of the Association… No, he had intended to walk out, but he immediately noticed strange, viscous white rain falling from the sky.

His spiritual intuition made him stop immediately, warning him not to get rained on, and then he frowned.

Interesting, and a bit troublesome.

"Master Leipu."

The voice from the plaza made Qi Xing turn his head to look.

A muscular Black man, filled with kingly dominance, possessing the ferocity of a warrior and the mysterious aura of a shaman, sat on a throne in the center of the plaza, grinning at Qi Xing.

Qi Xing was strong.

But he looked even stronger, so muscular that his physique was somewhat abnormal, as if he had emigrated from a steroid planet.

Qi Xing had only ever seen similar physiques in Black minotaur comics before.

At a glance, he knew that this must be the real Black Spartacus—Romani Domingo.

He didn't seem to intend to come inside the Association to fight Qi Xing.

That was normal; after all, even a fool could see that the rain outside was his home turf.

But Qi Xing couldn't be stupid enough to walk out and fight the opponent head-on in the rain—that wasn't a matter of being cowardly, but genuinely stupid.

His Earth Immortal spiritual sense told him that doing so would definitely be troublesome.

"Fine. Don't think my thunder magic is only for hitting people."

Sighing, Qi Xing rubbed his palms together and chanted loudly, his voice clearly audible in the rain.

"Nine Heavens Respond to Origin, Thunder Resounds Everywhere. Jade Purity Decree, All Gods Listen and Obey!"

"Quaking Thunder Stops Water, Gentle Wind Drives Clouds. Purple Subtlety Descends Decree, Licentious Rain Clears Dust!"

"Urgent as the Law!"

039: Transcendent Thunder █ Hero.

Thunder magic, in fact, is not just about calling down lightning.

The "Xuandu Thunder Jade Scripture" states: "Thunder is the pivot of Yin and Yang, the root of commanding all things. Therefore, without thunder, there is no way to rule the Three Realms."

Thunder is the root of commanding all things.

Once the thunder sounds, it is equivalent to an order issued by Heaven.

When Samael said the First silver coin was the core of the thirty silver coins, actually representing the authority of the "Dominator"—Qi Xing didn't say it aloud, but deep down he knew this thing was actually very compatible with his fundamental cultivation technique.

Dominator, dominion, leadership, ruling… the concept of the "silver coin" is just a "symbol" or "sign," which feels different to everyone's heart; describing it with language is quite mystical, but that's basically the feeling.

Thunder magic is also the order of Heaven.

Taoist priests and mages borrowing wind, spreading fog, praying for clear skies, and praying for rain are all their specialties.

So now, Qi Xing took a deep breath, his eyes like lightning, his white clothes flapping in the gale, his hair lifted by spiritual energy, looking like a god of thunder descending to the world.

Suddenly, he violently shook his arms, his palm power erupted, and he clapped his hands together fiercely!

Boom—

If the clapping of ordinary mages and Taoist priests has the meaning of repelling demons and driving away evil, then this clap by Master Leipu was an order issued to Heaven and Earth.

Deafening thunder exploded in the plaza, the rolling thunderous sound surging like angry waves, rushing straight into the sky.

Wherever the thunder reached, the air trembled.

Even the viscous white curtain of rain suddenly stalled under the impact of this mighty thunderous sound—

—but the white rain did not dissipate; instead, it surged like a living thing, falling frantically against the thunder, contending with the vibrating sound waves!

Using a spell to issue an order, contending against the "silver coin"'s cosmic administrator authority—was it really too much of a stretch?

Other exorcists also hurriedly came out from the Association to reinforce—of course, they weren't stupid enough to rush into the rain; they rushed to the doorway and stayed at the back of the hall, keeping their distance.

Elaine looked up at the viscous white rain outside the door, complaining inwardly.

Ordinary Christianity exorcists probably wouldn't know what kind of spell, ritual, or origin this was.

Fortunately, the International Exorcism Association had people from all schools, including, of course, legitimate African shamans.

A Yoruba priest, an old Black man, poked his head out to look and immediately said: "This is likely the divine power of the Fang main god, Mebege…"

Black people are, of course, not all the same ethnic group.

The Fang are one of the more common Black ethnic groups in Central and West Africa.

About 95% of Haitians are descendants of West African Black people, so this is not surprising.

"In the Fang creation myth, the creator god and father of all living beings, Mebege, stuffed his own hair, armpit hair, and pubic hair into an egg, then poured █ fluid into the egg to create the world, giving birth to all living things," the old Black man explained.

By the way, hair and armpit hair represent animals and plants in this myth, while pubic hair represents humans.

One can only say that the Black uncle's imagination is truly wild.

Including Qi Xing, everyone naturally heard what the old priest said.

"So this is his 'silver coin' mythological archetype? An African creator god?"

Qi Xing frowned slightly, feeling this unshakable divine power.

No matter the culture or mythological system, this kind of primordial life creator god is difficult to deal with.

Qi Xing had never been ordained.

He was not a Taoist priest, but a solitary mage who had achieved the status of a half-baked Earth Immortal, obsessed with this absurd and evil mortal world.

His thunder magic did not represent the will of the Heavenly Court, only his own will.

His own will, no matter how he thought about it or what others said, certainly couldn't defeat the entire world right now.

Not yet.

"Master Leipu, the ultimate trump card of the International Exorcism Association, the ultimate powerhouse feared by Rome."

Black Spartacus slowly rose from the throne, his movements steady and composed, his gaze fixed on Qi Xing, a meaningful smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

"I have looked forward to meeting you for a long time."

"You and I are both Silver Coin Messengers. If you do not use the power of the silver coin, relying only on minor spells, it is impossible to shake my authority."

He clearly had unshakable absolute confidence in his power as a Silver Coin Messenger.

Indeed, Qi Xing could certainly take out his silver coin… but unless there was no other choice, to be honest, he didn't really want to use the silver coin's power casually.

After all, that was a power fragment of the idiot Loli Evil God.

Qi Xing neither trusted her morals nor her intelligence.

Who knew if there would be any aftereffects if he used it too much?

What if he sacrificed 1 point of IQ every time he used it?

Compared to an inexplicable cheat, he trusted the results of his own cultivation, bit by bit, over the past ten years more.

"Support Master Leipu!"

The other Association exorcists didn't dare, nor did they have the ability, to step forward and help much.

But at least they had the courage to stand behind Qi Xing and cheer him on.

In an instant, they had raised the symbols of their respective faiths and began to chant different prayers.

"Lord, protect your warrior!"

"Ogun, God of Warriors, please walk with him!"

"Might of the Thunder God, speed of the Wind God, guard this body!"

"Prostrations to Lord Shiva, the Destroyer of all evil."

"Companion of the soul, may the blessings of the wind and sea be with you!"

"All-Father Odin, grant him victory!"

"In the name of the Most Merciful and Compassionate Lord—"

"Mitakuye Oyasin! (We are all one!)"

Whether it was the friars of the Roman Church or the African Yoruba priests; whether it was the Japanese Onmyoji or the Shiva ascetic from India; whether it was the retro Celtic Druid or the modern Neo-Pagan Nordic Runemaster; whether it was the Sufi mystic or the Indian shaman wearing eagle feathers—their languages were different, their faiths were different, but at this moment, they used their own ways to bless the strongest one standing at the very front.

Their power converged at a single point, converging on Rep-Man!

Good!

So amazing!

So epic!

In an instant, Qi Xing felt a great deal of power surging toward him like a tide, making his fists hard as iron, letting purple lightning patterns coil around his limbs, and injecting Shiva's destructive power into his true energy.

The earth's spiritual veins pulsed, wanting to grant him inexhaustible recovery.

The phantom of a goshawk circled above his head, and the low growl of a wolf echoed in the air—this was the protection of the Indian ancestral spirits.

With so many blessings, Qi Xing's combat power surged, increased, and skyrocketed—by about 5% in total.

Sigh, no choice.

A bunch of people from different schools temporarily and chaotically buffing a powerhouse—increasing his combat power by 5% was actually pretty good.

"The masses gathering together will only get half the results with twice the effort."

Black Spartacus looked lazily at the exorcists hiding behind Qi Xing and blessing him, then looked away with disdain.

"They have neither power nor ambition, gathering and hiding under the organization's signboard, fantasizing that in a moment of crisis, a stronger person will stand out to protect them—just like the trash you just killed."

The trash he spoke of was none other than one of the "The Four Titans" that Qi Xing had punched to death, Madame Poison Bee, his own mother █ and subordinate.

"Master Leipu, my fellow wielder of the silver coin, why fight for them?"

He only had eyes for Qi Xing and was only interested in talking to Qi Xing, his tone full of persuasion.

But Qi Xing clenched his fist, feeling the buffs piled on by the exorcists behind him, and said calmly: "The prayers of the crowd won't create power out of thin air, but there's nothing wrong with that."

"Expecting everyone to pray together and suddenly burst out in a glowing golden form is viewing wishes too shallowly."

The wishes gathered by everyone are just wishes; they might not bring power out of thin air to make Qi Xing suddenly ten times stronger—but so what?

Regardless, these wishes are still wishes.

At least they all believed that Qi Xing could win, believed he could defeat Black Spartacus.

So they all stood behind Qi Xing and sincerely buffed him, instead of screaming, running away, hiding, or throwing stones at Qi Xing… So Qi Xing still liked these guys, even if they were weak.

Even if they couldn't actually provide much power in battle.

"Only protecting them because others give you power is actually falling into a lesser path."

So Qi Xing said, his tone calm, "I protect them because I want to."