C633 Black Robe

"Yeah, yeah, this is the treasure for the king. Go ahead, swing your weapon at your own head, and this treasure will heal you!" Such cheeky words naturally came from Lee Yuanye.

"You lowly creature, do you think I'd fall for your tricks a second time? Now, tell me, what is this treasure?" King Ster glared at the Black-robed Holy Nun.

Hearing the first part, everyone thought King Ster wasn't too foolish after all, learning from past mistakes. But after hearing the latter part, they were speechless, realizing he only remembered Lee Yuanye.

If it were Lee Yuanye, he would have exploited this weakness for a while, but the Black-robed Holy Nun was not him. She said nothing and took action immediately!

A beam of moonlight flowed from the sacred relic behind her, converging onto her body. In an instant, the Black-robed Holy Nun's aura transformed. Clad in her black robe, she had been cold and fierce, like a weapon with its edge fully revealed, intimidating and unapproachable. But now, she was enveloped in a layer of moonlight, softening that coldness and fierceness, adding a touch of allure in the haze.

The "Dance of the Moonlit Beauty," the top-tier technique of the Moon Light Martial Mansion, was flawlessly displayed by the Black-robed Holy Nun.

"Ding..."

There was no instrument, nor anyone playing it, yet a sudden note of music resonated from within the sacred artifact.

The Black-robed Holy Nun began to dance in harmony with the melody. Her black robe slipped away, revealing a stunning woman with a graceful figure before everyone.

"Whoa! Is that really her?" Lee Yuanye's shocked voice drowned out the music.

The Black-robed Holy Nun, with skin as fair as snow and a captivating presence, seemed worlds apart from the nickname she had been given.

Upon hearing Lee Yuanye's voice, the Holy Nun's dance faltered for a moment but quickly resumed its elegance.

"Ding..."

With a powerful note, her figure suddenly split into two, both dancing in unison.

Before anyone could process their astonishment, another unique note sounded, and her figure split again, now four dancers moving with distinct styles.

Then, four became eight, eight became sixteen, sixteen became thirty-two, and thirty-two became sixty-four!

Sixty-four figures danced gracefully in mid-air, mesmerizing all who watched.

Even King Ster was entranced. Though he might not fully appreciate such beauty, he was captivated by the novelty.

People were either entranced or stunned, oblivious to how the world around them transformed in sync with the sixty-four dancing figures.

Threads of moonlight, delicate and intertwined like a spider's web, descended from above, enveloping King Ster.

"Hiss... hiss..."

As the moonlit threads touched the silver energy surrounding King Ster, they began to consume each other, rapidly diminishing his silver aura.

Moonlight's Poison!

"You lowly creature, how dare you plot against King Ster!" Even in his fury, King Ster realized the attack. He roared, raising his weapon, and slashed at the moonlit web with the tip of his long sword.

"Slash..."

The moonlit web was effortlessly cut apart.

Yet, the web was no mere artifact; even when severed, the threads continued to corrode King Ster's silver energy.

"Damn it!" King Ster bellowed, unleashing streams of silver light from his weapon once more.

This time, the moonlit web couldn't withstand the barrage of silver streams, and it was swiftly torn apart!

...

As the moonlit web was shredded, the sixty-four figures of the Black-robed Holy Nun sprang into action!

In their hands, each held a crescent blade.

From the end of each blade, a beam of moonlight, as thick as a child's arm, connected to the sacred relic behind them.

Sixty-four blades of light soared into the sky, striking at King Ster from every direction.

King Ster had just broken free from the Moonlight Web, already filled with rage. Now, seeing sixty-four figures attacking him, his anger only intensified.

“You crawling insects, you ants, perish!” he shouted, wildly swinging his weapon.

But no matter how fiercely he swung, it was still just one weapon against sixty-four. The attacks from the figures were unique—each strike was lethal, yet they moved with a grace that resembled a dance, creating a beautiful spectacle.

Moreover, the coordination among the sixty-four figures was flawless. They didn’t use any joint attack formation, yet their synergy surpassed any formation Woo Zhengyang had ever seen. Their movements were seamless, without any wasted motion, always perfectly dodging King Ster’s attacks.

In the span of a few seconds, the furious King Ster swung his weapon countless times, yet failed to hit a single figure. Instead, his body was continuously struck, being eroded by the Moonlight Poison.

It was clear that the Black-robed Holy Nun’s combat prowess had grown significantly since the day she faced Woo Zhengyang and his companions. Yet, she was still within the Martial Master realm. However, her perfect coordination and the peculiar effects of the Moonlight Poison were precisely what countered King Ster’s slower reactions.

"Form up, coordinate the attack!" Xuan Qixing's voice rang out as the members of the Great Desolate Ancient Clan launched their offensive once more. With the Black-robed Holy Nun keeping the enemy occupied, they attacked without restraint.

Woo Zhengyang wasn't idle either. Although the Invincible Cannon Car had run out of its usual power source, he had plenty of Heavenly Essence Stones and spirit crystals. Now wasn't the time to be stingy, so Woo Zhengyang directed the Invincible Cannon Car to join the assault.

This combined force was equivalent to over 160 Martial Masters and a Martial Emperor attacking King Ster simultaneously. King Ster's strength lay in offense rather than defense, and under such a barrage, he quickly began to falter. The silver energy surrounding him dimmed visibly.

"You pests actually have some skill. King Ster will let you off this time. Leave quickly!" King Ster shouted defiantly, struggling to escape. But everyone knew he was on the brink of defeat, so they intensified their attacks.

Before long, the silver glow around King Ster nearly vanished. "You pests, King Ster will return!" he declared with a final, ominous threat as the last of his silver energy dissipated.

With a resounding crash, King Ster's massive form shattered, turning to dust, eerily resembling the mountain left behind by the fallen members of the Great Desolate Ancient Clan.

The grueling battle finally came to an end. The members of the Great Desolate Ancient Clan were utterly exhausted, as if they had been carrying a mountain on their backs while enduring such a prolonged fight. It was a tremendous test of their endurance.

The Black-robed Holy Nun was also far from unscathed. Even with the sacred artifact providing energy support, allowing her to maintain sixty-four simultaneous attacks and hold back King Ster's main forces, she was significantly drained.

After the battle concluded, the sixty-four figures merged into one, and the black robe enveloped her once more as she made her way toward the moon palace within the sacred artifact.