Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 3951

The fiend soul's power was too impressive!

Grunt scrambled as he welcomed Skylar's palm with his golden rifle. He had exhausted his energy and soul after days of fighting. He had no choice but to summon all his power to defend against Skylar's strike.

Skylar's palm landed heavily on the golden rifle. Grunt felt a blood-curdling wave of energy wash over him. He grunted as he was pushed back half a kilometer away by the impact.

F*ck!

Grunt steadied his stance, glaring at Skylar as fury roared through his mind.

If it were not for the battle over the past few days that rendered him drained, he would not have been out of his depth in the first half of the fight.

However, Skylar Blanc was incredibly capable.

Skylar ascended mid-air as he praised Grunt arrogantly. "As deserved of the so-called Godly Region's special envoy, capable of fending my fiend soul power!"

Skylar raised his right hand steadily, and a long, blood-red saber materialized in front of him.

The long saber was three meters long—it was tapered and sharp. It was summoned with the power of his fiend soul.

Over the past few days, through the guidance of Archfiend Antigonus, Skylar was able to perceive deeper into the fiend soul's power inside of his body, bringing the power to a whole other level. His strength had since increased by ten folds.

Even though the long, blood-red saber was agglomerated with the fiend soul's power, it functioned as a solid weapon. The moment it materialized, it covered the surrounding air with a bloody and murderous aura.

In that instance, Grunt and the Heavenly Alliance elites gasped in shock.

"Take that, Almighty Special Envoy!" Skylar's lips curled into a smirk as he swore coldly.

A dash of crimson radiated, tearing the sky and the ground open as he whipped the long saber across the air, charging toward Grunt like a lighting bolt.

Flashes of blood-red dragged through the air, separating the sky and the ground in halves.

Grunt gulped in fear as he sensed the chilling power of the bloodthirsty saber. He gathered every ounce of his soul and energy, holding the golden rifle in front of him as he attempted to fend the strike off.

The blood-red saber landed intensely on the rifle, sending an earth-shattering roar through the air. The rifle exploded into pieces as Grunt was propelled hundreds of meters away, eventually ramming onto the edge of a mountain and plummeting to the ground.