Chapter 1155: Chapter 1141: The Power of a Level 0 Sealing Object

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat tense.

A long time passed.

Only then did Oreid say, "There’s no task recently, and our cooperation with Misar is at a critical juncture. We can’t afford any additional complications. Wait until the commotion here dies down, then proceed with other tasks. The affairs with Count Misar are what’s most important, got it?"

"Understood, teacher."

Daylight lowered his head, spoke submissively.

Oreid rubbed his temples with his hand: "You should leave first. I’ve been feeling a bit unwell recently and need to recuperate in quiet. Don’t come over for the time being; Abaida is a storm’s eye, and we cannot afford any mistakes.

You should also go back and prepare properly."

Oreid waved his hand, continuing to pore over a book on the desk.

Daylight nodded, intending to take his leave, but at that moment, his body suddenly trembled.

Sitting on the chair, Oreid also suddenly looked up in that instant, only pausing for a mere second before his expression swiftly turned fierce, ready to strike. Yet, Daylight had already advanced to his front.

Daylight raised a blood-red spear in his hand, stabbing forward fiercely.

The sound of wind-breaking echoed in the air.

Oreid’s sturdy body stood up, blocking with his right hand, shattering that blood-red spear.

However, Oreid did not counterattack; instead, he stared coldly at his opponent.

"It seems, teacher, you really are injured. At your usual state, you should have come right over and killed a rebellious student like me."

Daylight laughed coldly.

He saw the blood flowing down Oreid’s right arm.

This was not his teacher’s usual state.

"Teacher, did you never expect that there would be a day when I would strike against you..."

"Die!"

Oreid didn’t let Daylight continue; veins bulged on his forehead, and he instantly moved to Daylight’s back.

This was not a Spirit Realm traverse!

But a real body-speed visual teleportation.

As a Sequence Three strongman in the Path of the War God, his physical combat ability had already broken through limits, even creating effects akin to teleportation with his sheer body.

Daylight certainly couldn’t dodge this strike.

But at that moment, he recalled everything, and his prior preparations surged to his mind; of course, he couldn’t fail to withstand this strike.

Boom.

Daylight’s body transformed into beams of light, swiftly dissipating from its original place, and then rapidly reassembled elsewhere in the room: "Teacher, the backlash of the Level Zero Sealing Object, despite being a Sequence Three, it’s very difficult for you to suppress, isn’t it?

Killing me is so challenging now.

Do you know, you look like a sick dog?"

Daylight wore a manic smile, incessantly disturbing his opponent with his words. Though the effect was negligible, he aimed to delay until others could join the fray.

The prior Blood Spear strike was both a sneak attack and a probe.

Evidently.

Oreid was not at peak state.

Not even possessing eight-tenths of his peak strength.

Oreid did not speak, his gaze sharp like blades penetrating Daylight. In an instant, scars magically appeared on Daylight but swiftly healed.

For a moment.

The forces of destruction and healing tugged at his body.

Oreid realized the urgency; if he didn’t quickly kill this rebellious pupil, a big problem would undoubtedly arise later.

He crossed his hands on his chest, then slowly drew them apart, revealing a blood-red sword.

"Condensed Slash!"

He uttered two strange syllables, slashing with the sword.

Clearly, the sword swung slowly and even at a great distance from Daylight, yet Daylight was utterly immobilized, only able to watch the blade slowly slice open his skin, sever his blood vessels, and gouge his heart.

Crack.

Like a shattering mirror.

Daylight’s body fragmented, scattering on the ground, then rapidly transforming into a broken mirror.

On the room window.

The figure of the Mirror Lady gradually solidified, appearing in the room.

She extended her right hand, slowly clenching it.

"Mirror World!"

The surrounding space quaked, the environment swiftly changed, suddenly appearing in a vast prairie.

Oreid observed the surroundings; after the Mirror Lady emerged, he stopped attacking, shifting to defense.

"Come out, hunter’s intuition."

Oreid said heavily.

Upon hearing his words, Baiyu and Blaze emerged from the grass taller than humans.

"Using secret methods to elude my guards?"

Oreid’s gaze lingered on the four of them momentarily, landing on Daylight.

Just escaped death.

Daylight gasped, sweat seeping densely from his forehead. "Heh heh, teacher, did you only now figure it out? Clearly, your injuries have slowed your thinking.

But it’s fine.

Today, I will liberate you, just like you once killed my brother."

Oreid’s pupils contracted but soon returned to normal.

At that moment.

The Mirror Lady raised her hand again, another mirror formed, yet surrounding Oreid as if intending to entrap him.

However, Oreid’s mouth emitted a low war-song-like growl.

Crack.

The forming mirror instantly shattered.

"With such a level, trying to kill me?"

Oreid roared again.

His voice carried power, raising fear simultaneously in the four, making them hesitate.

Battle Will!

This was the extraordinary power of the Path of the War God.

Baiyu only felt raising his hand was difficult, eager to escape. This feeling could only be overcome by spirituality.

"Spiritual Piercing!"

Baiyu raised his hand, directly activating the effect of the Spiritual Interrogation Gloves.

Seeing Oreid scream, with blood flowing from his eyes as tears.

A Level One Sealing Object’s power, used wisely, can severely wound even a Saint.

Though Baiyu equally suffered damage.

He used the split personality from the Thousand Illusion Mask’s negative effect to offset this damage.

The split personality’s spirit was far weaker than Baiyu’s own.

Instantly obliterated by the negative effects of the Spiritual Interrogation Gloves.

But only this once.

Subsequent to which, Baiyu didn’t dare use this ability again.

"Die."

Oreid erupted into a piercing roar, his body seemingly nurturing a havoc-wreaking demon.

Daylight’s face mildly changed: "Be careful, that’s the aura of the Level Zero Sealing Object!!"

No one expected Oreid to be so insane, to still carry it despite its backlash.

Like a madman.

"Hehe, let me reveal, I wasn’t harmed by the Level Zero Sealing Object’s backlash, my injuries stem from its negative effects!!"

Oreid’s previously bronzed skin suddenly turned crimson, resembling cooked shrimp shell.

His body, veins bulging, shifted with his breaths.

"Liberation!!"

He called out deeply.