181 Comprehension

"I hate people who scheme against me! It is really disgusting!" Rody spoke as he looked at Fielding.

Fielding started to have cold sweat.

Dead? Did he die just like that? The Gray-Robed Saint of the Temple was so easily killed? Even if that other guy was a Sacred Swordsman and therefore stronger than the Gray-Robed Saint, the difference in strength between the two should not have been that large.

The black flames burnt until nothing was left. Fielding’s heart felt heavy watching the sword fall to the ground.

"Shit! The God Slaying Bow!" Fielding suddenly exclaimed and jumped up. He went over ten meters high and looked but there was nothing in the sky. He could not find the God Slaying Bow.

"Are you looking for this?" Rody looked at Fielding, who was still searching in the sky. A burst of flame appeared in his hands. He slowly stretched out his hand. The short bow was wrapped in a black flame. However, the beautiful silver color of the bow had dimmed inside the black flames.