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"Puh—" Despite the seven layers of armor on my back, the overwhelming heat still shattered through, causing all the armor to disintegrate and evaporate. However, it did mitigate the force of the blow. The flame energy entered my body, and I quickly reversed my true qi, expelling the fiery force along with three mouthfuls of blood that instantly vaporized into red mist. But this was not the end. The flame energy was merely an additional force; the main power was enough to send a mammoth flying. Fortunately, my lightness skill had reached the level of perfect harmony between movement and stillness, allowing me to use the force to soar into the air and dissipate the massive impact, escaping into the Magic Tower.

However, I still underestimated the Sword Saint's prowess. While in mid-air, I suddenly found the borrowed force changing direction, leading me away from the entrance of the Magic Tower. Instead, I was heading towards the divine sword embedded in the ground in front of the entrance—the "Divine Punishment Light Thunder." In its activated state, the divine sword could unleash platinum lightning that even the twelve sages could not resist, turning anyone who touched it into ashes.

As my body traversed a hundred feet, hurtling towards certain death, I had no way to change direction. No, there was actually one method: if I threw Jin Luosha towards the divine sword, I could use the force to dodge the fatal path. However, I never considered this option. As I approached the divine sword, I pushed Jin Luosha's small body towards the entrance of the Magic Tower, along with the three-headed Ice Wind. Watching as the Ice Wind materialized and followed Jin Luosha into the entrance, I gave a bitter smile, never expecting to die here so inexplicably, with a child around six or seven years old by my side. Unlike the ugly boy who stabbed me in my previous life, Jin Luosha embodied all my paternal love. Now, I could only hope that the Ice Wind would protect her and help her escape. As these thoughts flashed through my mind, my head made intimate contact with the hilt of the divine sword.

"Ahh—" I screamed in agony.

"Eh?" That was the surprise of the Flame Saint Levis.

"Strange!" The Sword Saint also noticed something amiss.

"It's actually…" Prince Bing Qing Liet had already guessed the reason.

Like countless clichéd stories, the divine weapon that others could only dream of obtaining was destined for the protagonist. Although I usually despised those bardic poets who wrote such nonsense, at this moment, I could only bow to the heavens, grateful for divine grace. When the divine sword touched me, there were no blinding platinum lightning bolts or instant disintegration. Instead, a warm force flowed from the sword into my body, healing my injuries instantly. Apart from a bruise on my forehead, I was now full of vitality, as if I had consumed a Shaolin Great Revitalization Pill.

What I didn't know was that the divine sword recognized me not because of my talent or attributes, but because when I created the "Ice Hell Magic Thorn Technique," I received assistance from a silver crystal artifact. In fact, that crystal was a relic of a deity higher than the God of Light, and the divine lightning within the "Divine Punishment" was the power of that deity. Normally, if the sword were dormant, even embedding the crystal would not establish a connection. However, the divine sword was fully activated at this moment, and despite leaving the crystal in Fontainebleau, the residual divine power from the "Ice Hell Magic Thorn Technique" was enough to gain the sword's recognition. It was fortunate that the Flame Saint Levis intended to toy with me, wanting me to die under the Divine Punishment Light Thunder. Otherwise, with his skill of manipulating qi in mid-air, he would have crushed me into a bloody pulp without giving me the chance to fly away.

"Since you've obtained the divine sword, I can't let you go now." The voice of the Flame Saint Levis echoed again, and a scorching sword light sliced through the desert night sky, appearing before me in an instant. This attack was even more powerful than the previous one, but my strength had also increased significantly. Without hesitation, I drew the divine sword and met the attack head-on. Platinum light flashed, and the sword known as "capable of cutting anything in the world" easily split the attack. I was hit by the aftershock, spitting out another mouthful of blood, using the force to retreat and finally entering the Magic Tower.

I wasn't worried about the Flame Saint entering the Magic Tower, as the other two wouldn't allow him to enter alone. As for the three Sword Saints entering together, it was out of the question. If they could trust each other, they wouldn't be standing in a triangle formation, facing off from a distance. Their current distance was what they deemed safe; entering the Magic Tower would bring them closer, increasing unpredictability and potential conflict. Even if it didn't lead to fatal consequences, having a country's guardian deity injured for several years would be a desirable outcome for everyone.

In contrast, I was more concerned about the threat posed by those who had entered the tower to Jin Luosha. However, when I stepped into the first-floor hall, I saw Jin Luosha riding on the back of Ice Wind, unharmed. Eight magic puppets and six bodies lay on the ground. It seemed that the three groups had defeated the guards, leaving a few behind to watch over them while advancing upwards. Jin Luosha had clashed with the remaining guards upon entering, and the ninth-level Ice Wind had swiftly killed them. After all, although Ice Wind couldn't defeat a Sword Emperor in a one-on-one fight, its three-headed group-killing ability was unparalleled.

"Uncle~" Seeing me rush in, Jin Luosha leaped from Ice Wind's back into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

"What's wrong, Jin Luosha? Why are you crying? Does it hurt somewhere?"

"Don't die, Uncle. I don't want you to die. Don't leave Jin Luosha alone. Uncle, don't die—"

"Oh, oh, it's okay. Jin Luosha, be good. Uncle is fine, right? How could I die?" As I comforted the weeping Jin Luosha, I wondered why she knew about my fleeting intention to die. Given her current knowledge and wisdom, she shouldn't have been able to instantly judge my situation. Strange indeed.

"But Sister said that just now, Uncle protected Jin Luosha by crashing into that sword, so—"