It was difficult for anyone to tell if Wang Xiangru was blushing. In fact, he simply stood there like a robot, as if he were a marionette.

Bamonde heard the high-ranking priest’s words, first feeling disbelief, then anger.

"You betrayed me?"

He said this in a questioning tone.

Wang Xiangru did not respond.

The high-ranking priest chuckled, "Bamonde, right? I must remind you, nothing is more important than life. This Mr. Wang is clearly aware of this, whereas you are not. By the way, I am El Morris from the Holy Judgment Institute."

"...."

Bamonde asked, "Did you kill Luo Yue?"

"If you’re referring to the old man spying near the Holy Mountain, the one with one eye blind, then yes."

Morris continued, "So his name was Luo Yue. Thank you for telling me. But now, let’s talk business. Are you willing to come back to the Holy Judgment Institute with me? I can guarantee you will not die. I hope you would spare me some trouble."

Bamonde did not reply. He looked at Wang Xiangru: "Besides me, have you betrayed anyone else?"

The latter hesitated: "Listen, Bamonde, this isn’t betrayal. If you try to fight this priest, it will only lead to death. But now at least you can live, right? I’m helping you."

"Oh?"

The now-calm Bamonde had figured it all out, "You’re helping yourself, aren’t you? I wondered how you could know so many prominent figures, turns out this is how."

Wang Xiangru’s face turned slightly redder.

"If that’s how you see it, then there’s nothing I can do to help you. I’ll take care of those kids for you."

"You’re fucking worthy?!"

Bamonde’s fury exploded. How could he entrust Luo Yue’s children to such a despicable man?

In that moment, he raised his dual-hand broadsword, transforming into a bloody wind as he charged forward.

As an advanced Berserker, rage was what he needed, and now it was just right.

After rushing out, he immediately used his ultimate move, Bloody Cleave. This skill had stringent requirements, needing blood to cast. However, after acquiring a talent that lowered the threshold, he only needed to bite his tongue to use it.

The downside was that with every skill usage, he would sacrifice a portion of his life force.

This method bore a slight resemblance to practices of the Blood Evil Sect, exchanging a price for greater power, allowing him, a level 35 Extraordinary, to unleash strength beyond his level.

Coupled with his anger at the moment, he wasn’t even sure how powerful that strike was.

Wang Xiangru had no Extraordinary Power, but he knew these people possessed unimaginable prowess. Upon seeing Bamonde move, he quickly retreated a considerable distance.

"You need not worry."

The high-ranking priest named Morris said, "I will ensure the safety of the witness, you will be fine."

While speaking, a thin sword appeared in his hand; he was an advanced Swordsman.

Facing the bloody aura and broad-blade broadsword charging fiercely, he didn’t even move his feet. His left hand was behind his back, while his right hand held the sword vertically in front of him.

Bam!

Bamonde thought Morris would use his weapon to decide the victory, but halfway through the charge, he was stopped by an invisible barrier blocking his broadsword.

It was only then that Morris finally moved, his figure disappearing from sight.

Slash!

With a flick of the thin sword, a line of blood erupted from Bamonde’s right arm. Recoiling from the barrier, he couldn’t avoid the sword.

But Morris wasn’t content with just one strike. After his figure flashed a few more times, more blood burst forth.

Boom!!!

Bamonde tried to slash at Morris with the broadsword, but the loud noise only left his courtyard in shambles. He couldn’t even touch the high-ranking priest from the Holy Judgment High Court.

The battle resembled a mature cat toying with a mouse. When a dozen wounds bloomed on Bamonde, he finally couldn’t hold on and staggered backward.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

The cracked stone slabs left only a few bloody footprints.

Groan!

Bamonde’s legs were weak, almost kneeling down. He could only use the broadsword to prop himself up on the ground.

His body heaved violently, making even breathing difficult.

Facing an opponent at least level 40, he had no chance of winning, and he was fully aware of that.

If not for Wang Xiangru’s betrayal, he might have had a slight chance of success with a surprise attack.

He looked at the private detective he thought he had a good relationship with, feeling utterly bewildered.

Even if he didn’t want to help, he could understand. But why pretend to agree and then set a trap for him?

Thinking this way, his anger grew stronger. But what used to provide him power now became a curse.

The more his blood boiled, the faster it flowed from his wounds, worsening his injuries.

The high-ranking priest had calculated everything from the start. These people, trained to deal with High Court enemies, excelled in crafting strategies based on opponents’ characteristics. To put it precisely, they were experienced fighters.

"Surrender. You have no chance against me."

Morris was right. Even one-on-one, Bamonde wasn’t a match. Not to mention that the Holy Judgment Institute had sent more than one person; several clerics were sealing off the building to prevent any escape.

Bamonde snorted coldly.

Back when he was a newcomer with an imprint, only level 7, in the chaotic land where the weak were preyed upon by the strong, he inevitably fell into danger.

A middle-aged man named Luo Yue saved him back then and taught him many survival rules in the Extraordinary World.

If not for that man, he wouldn’t have lived to this moment.

So, he felt no fear now, nor did he intend to surrender. After all, living so many additional years was already a gain; he didn’t regret his life, nor would he surrender.

He once again picked up his sword, bleeding profusely, and launched his final skill.

The strike, fiercer than before, smashed toward Morris, causing the clerics blocking the other exits to become alert.

Yet the high-ranking priest remained unmoved. He raised his hand, and a faint mirror-like barrier emerged in front of him, the same skill as before.

"You don’t think this can...."

In the middle of speaking, he abruptly paused, seeing Bamonde suddenly turn his steps, bypassing Morris to rush toward the back.

Trying to run?

No.

Morris quickly realized Bamonde’s target was Wang Xiangru.

Fueled by rage, although no match for Morris, Bamonde could at least kill the treacherous scoundrel before dying.

"Die!!"

The broadsword slashed down as Wang Xiangru turned pale with fear.

Bam!

The transparent barrier intercepted the broadsword first.

A wave of disappointment washed over Bamonde.

It wasn’t going to work after all.

The gap was too large; he couldn’t even break through a simple barrier. With such power, it was no wonder the Holy Judgment High Court could act as it pleased.

He felt dejected, his desire for revenge on Luo Yue became a joke.

As he fumed in futile rage, a few wisps of golden thunder sparked in the air. A young man in a baseball cap suddenly appeared before the barrier, swinging a massive punch at it.

Crack!

The barrier, like the Shield of the Gods, shattered instantly.

Bamonde felt as if he were dreaming, hearing the young man before him say, "What are you waiting for? Go!"