Boom!
As soon as Norris heard Ricky's words, his energy immediately turned into raging anger. In fact, there
was nothing that could make him angrier than a demi-spiritual emperor eager to fight him.
Due to the fire of anger and hatred burning in his soul, he exerted a very powerful punch towards Ricky.
On the other hand, Soar and the others got worried upon seeing this. They guessed that Ricky might
have burst out the power of the mysterious axe at this moment instead of his own strength.
So they were afraid that the strength Ricky used to fight would not be enough for him to withstand the
attack, considering that it was not his real strength at all.
Boom!
Boom! As Norris' attack approached Ricky, three balls of bright cyan light appeared on Ricky's body,
resisting the strike.
At the sight of this, Soar, Mason, and the others could not help but heave a sigh of relief.
At that moment, everyone gasped in shock after seeing Ricky resist the attack successfully. Sure
enough, they knew that it was not Ricky's own power.
Needless to say, no matter how powerful a demi-spiritual emperor was, it would still be impossible for
him to have the real strength of a middle spiritual emperor.
Meanwhile, Norris' face darkened as soon as he saw that Ricky was unscathed by his move.
The truth was that this power that Ricky held belonged to the Wood Saint.
Back when they were talking, the Wood Saint had told Ricky the fact that Mason and the Evil
Mandragora were no match for Norris.
Not being able to take action himself, the Wood Saint passed part of his strength to Ricky for him to
fight Norris instead.
Moreover, this was his real intention of having a private talk with Ricky.
The Wood Saint was willing to help Ricky not only because the Metal Fire Saint asked him to do so, but
also because he himself didn't want to see the Nether Manor control the Eastern Land.
If people from the Nether Manor were righteous, then the Wood Saint would have allowed them to
control the Eastern Land despite being human devils. However, the human devils from the Nether
Manor were mostly people with nothing but killing desires in their hearts.
Once the human devils got control of the Eastern Land, it would most likely become the base of the
devils once they invaded.
Thus, to protect the justice in his heart, the Wood Saint decided to help Ricky.
Because Ricky noticed Norris' very fast improvement over the past years, he would most certainly not
refuse the Wood Saint's help.
In fact, that was what he needed most to shut Norris down immediately.
After resisting Norris' striking palm, the three balls of cyan light that surrounded Ricky transformed into
three stakes.
At that moment, only Ricky knew that these wooden stakes were the Wood Saint's weapon.
This was the genuine sacred weapon—the Holy Platane Stakes!
The Wood Saint once told him that in his early years of training, he obtained a piece of platane wood.
Soon after, he looked for a Sage Level casting master to forge these three wooden stakes.
It was said that the platane tree was a legendary holy tree in the chaos, which was responsible for the
creation of the Phoenix tribe's ancestor—Chaotic Vermilion Bird.
Moreover, it was said that some primitive powers swept the leaves and branches of the platane tree
into the continents.
However, the probability of finding platane wood on the continents was smaller than finding a needle in
a haystack. Needless to say, the Wood Saint had all the luck in the world when he obtained a piece of
the platane wood.
...
Meanwhile, after exposing the three stakes, Mason immediately recognized that it was a set of sacred
weapon. In addition, he immediately understood what kind of power was using now.
But this did not set things straight. In fact, they still doubted that Ricky could defeat Norris with just a
sacred weapon.
After all, it was entirely impossible for a demi-spiritual emperor to control a sacred weapon by himself.
He could only control a supreme weapon that was powerful enough and belonged completely to
himself.
"What? you are using a sacred weapon!
Perhaps, I should thank you for this. You actually came to send me a sacred weapon today. God really
does help me." Surprised at first glance, Norris was very excited upon seeing the sacred weapon.
That was because he was so sure that he would get this sacred weapon once he killed Ricky.
"If you want it, then get it yourself!" Ricky taunted.
Indeed, it was almost impossible for a demi-spiritual emperor to kill a middle spiritual emperor only with
the help of a sacred weapon. Norris' confidence also came from this fact.
But what he did not know was that it was the Wood Saint who was controlling the Holy Platane Stakes
in secret. With the Wood Saint's skill and power, Norris was no match for him at all.
"I'm counting on you next," Ricky said to the spirit hermit of the Holy Platane Stakes telepathically.
Naturally, a complete sacred weapon had a hermit spirit.
"With the power of the Wood Saint, I can kill a middle spiritual emperor with ease," the hermit spirit
replied.
"Thank you very much for your help!"
Soon after, the three Holy Platane Stakes dashed towards Norris one after another.
At that moment, a small reddish-yellow tree suddenly grew on each of the three stakes, which soon
appeared like a Vermilion Bird. Moreover, the Wood Rule burning in the flame was more intense than
ever.
"Sacred weapon, submit to my command. Follow me and dominate the Eastern Land, and you will be
the strongest weapon among all. You can even absorb the fortune in the Eastern Land to make further
progress," Norris shouted as he tried to convince the hermit spirit to surrender to him.
On the other hand, he activated his evil flower to swallow the Holy Platane Stakes in the blink of an
eye.
"Ha-ha, God never fails to help me get what I want!" Norris laughed loudly from excitement.
The unhappiness in his heart vanished immediately when he thought that he could get his hands on a
sacred weapon.
But the next moment, his laughter stopped without warning.
He stood frozen where he stood as he sensed three great forces were about to burst out of his evil
flower.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As soon as Norris felt it, a thunderous roar echoed through the sky. Soon after, three beams of
crimson-yellow light rushed from the inside of the evil flower, turning both the evil flower and the evil
tree to dust in an instant.
Puff!
Soon after, Norris spat a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale. Without a doubt, he suffered one
massive blow, which did him real damage.
The evil tree and the evil flower were connected with his minds. As long as they were injured, he would
be severely injured as well.
"How... How is any of this possible? It's just a sacred weapon. No matter how powerful it is, it can't
possibly have this immense power!" Norris roared as he withdrew awkwardly.
At that moment, everyone present was stunned to see what was happening.
'The power coming out from the sacred weapon is incredibly strong. Could someone be behind this?'
Mason wondered as he started to doubt.
Moreover, he was aware that only a real saint could possess that power.
"Humph! You'll never know what kind of trump card I've stored. The slaughters you have made in the
Eastern Land will be paid with your own life and blood today!" Ricky sneered.
As soon as he finished his words, the three Holy Platane Stakes shot fiercely towards Norris.
At that moment, Norris suddenly lost all his arrogance and overwhelming confidence. The only thing left
in his heart was the fear of dying.
Creatures like Norris were more frightened of facing death in the face. In particular, he feared the most
when all of his dreams were only a step away from him.
His arrogance blinded him. He did not feel the power of the Holy Platane Stakes carefully until that
moment. Now, he sensed that the power was a lot stronger than his and totally suppressed his power.
It was a power that overwhelmed the ruling power.
As a spiritual emperor, Norris was very much aware of the power that overwhelmed the ruling power.
He now understood who was the real one manipulating this overwhelming power and attacking him.
But he didn't have the time to dwell on the matter. At this moment, all he could do was yelling, "Lady
Queenie, please help me!"
As soon as Norris finished his words, a calm and clear sound like an oriole singing resounded in the air.
"You are really useless, Norris. You've been defeated by the same person
twice."
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