Chapter 1565: Chapter 502: What’s So Arrogant About a Traitor? (Part 3) Swept away by the terrifying force of the sword. Wayne squinted his eyes slightly, pursuing the figure that was flying backward, and shouted loudly: “Everyone, I saw it clearly. She’s wearing black underwear; no loose threads for now!” Who the hell asked you to say that! xN The crowd expected Wayne to say something astounding, perhaps continuing with ethical critiques from a moral high ground. Instead, his words stunned them in another way, chilling their hearts and swiftly quenching their previously boiling blood. It’s really uncomfortable! Saine also felt uncomfortable, as the monster she was battling had overpowering strength. Even though she possessed the Divine Nation’s authority, amplifying all her attributes wasn’t enough to contend with it. Could he really be here on behalf of the Goddess? Saine waved her hand to block the blade, pondering while also pressing down her skirt. “What’s the point of pressing it, you disloyal, unfilial, inhumane, and unjust traitor? I’ve seen it all!” Wayne declared righteously. If his words weren’t so lewd, he could almost be praised as a protagonist. “Even if you were naked, I’d be too lazy to spare a glance. Try it if you don’t believe me.” “I told you to shut up.” Saine, unable to bear it any longer, raised her hand to fend off Shadowmare, a pair of black wings unfurling behind her like those of a black raven, dragging brilliant lights and raising her momentum once again. Meanwhile, Wayne’s presence rapidly diminished, his attributes halved, and Saine’s punch landed squarely on his face, sending him crashing to the ground with a roar, creating a crater. A wave of dust surged skyward, forming towering walls that buried the surrounding Arrogant Peaks. Wayne lay in the deep pit, his disfigured face wriggling rapidly, restoring itself in an instant. Slowly rising, he frowned, perceiving the changes in himself—his thoughts confined, his strength weakened. It wasn’t a seal; it was a very peculiar sensation. As if he was alone against the world, every blade of grass, every flower and leaf, even the air was rejecting him. To avoid being suppressed and imprisoned by the entire world, he had to use most of his strength to resist. Floating upwards, Shadowmare in hand, Wayne derided: “From start to finish, you’ve used authority to fight. Without the Goddess’s power, you’d have been dead long ago—a traitor surviving only because of the Goddess. If I were you, I’d have long killed myself out of shame.” Raising his sword to point at Saine, he said: “I’ll give you a chance to end this with some dignity. If you have any sense of shame left, end yourself!” Saine said nothing, looking at Wayne in shock, encountering for the first time someone who could move freely under the Divine Nation’s suppression. She questioned herself, wondering how she would fare standing in Wayne’s place. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novᴇlfire.net No need to contemplate; she wouldn’t even be able to stand unburdened. In other words, Wayne’s strength far exceeded her own during her time as a Subsidiary God, facing a Demigod against a god. Saine murmured, Aztemo’s face flashing in her mind: “Could he really be here on orders?” In a panic, Saine felt at a loss, visibly growing more anxious. Wayne charged with his sword, teleporting twice to reach Saine, his terrifying momentum shattering space, his blade cutting through Saine’s chest, dragging her into a dark space. Amidst the bewildered gazes of the Demigods, a vast hole in the space a few kilometers away shattered, Wayne and Saine reappearing. Wayne pressed with his sword, shattering a large area of high peaks, his thoughts condensed into a massive hammer, striking Saine in the crudest manner, freezing her thoughts, her mind a snow-white blur. Tendrils of thought entwined Saine, Wayne restrained her limbs, drawing Shadowmare to slash repeatedly, dazzling white light weaving into a net, tearing Saine to pieces. With a slosh, her body disintegrated into sludge in mid-air, her black wings fading, turning into a wisp of black smoke. Wayne frowned, placing Shadowmare behind him without turning back, a tremendous clash of metals echoing, stabilizing himself with a single step. With Shadowmare sweeping, he turned to strike at the black-winged figure behind him. Two snow-white Knight’s Greatswords clashed, Saine, frowning, unable to resist the overpowering force, forced to retreat by Wayne. Behind her, the solidified space compressed, fragmented mirrors stacking upon each other, trying to stand firm in the entire world. As Wayne exerted his arms, the space around Saine overturned, sending her plummeting into the chaotic darkness. “It’s too late to run now…” Wayne leaped and jumped into the chaotic darkness. The Demigods couldn’t capture their figures, cold sweat dripping from their palms, searching the shattered facets of space to deduce the perilous battle scene through the spiderweb cracks that exploded. The earth’s dust reached the sky, hundreds of surrounding peaks suddenly collapsed, howling winds dragging them down into the Bottomless Abyss. The shattered space healed, the Bottomless Abyss disappeared, the cascading peaks broken, the land left in ruin. The Demigods hadn’t yet steadied their gaze when another huge sound resonated above, the shattered space devouring everything, spewing black chaos, consuming everything tangible and intangible around. For five whole minutes, the Eighth Layer endured agonizing devastation; much of the world collapsed, with few of the once-proudly-standing black spires remaining. Saine emerged with her sword, her tall figure staggering, her face reflecting utter defeat. In the most primal and brutal collision, her thoughts were severely depleted, unable to comprehend why there was such a powerful Demigod, and why she had never heard of him before.