"Enchanted... Hey, hehe, hahaha!"

King Xiao Ming laughed wildly, and golden light began to seep out from under his skin. His originally handsome face turned into an inhuman appearance, and his whole body seemed to be a ball of human-shaped golden light.

"Don't talk to me anymore using the rhetoric of your Mingwang secret sect. For the past twenty-eight years, my ears have become numb."

Brababa was stunned for a moment, twenty-eight years... is the age of Xiao Mingwang!

He thought of some bad possibilities, but he still said to Xiao Ming Wang with trembling lips: "You are the dream heir of Lord Buddha Ming Wang, the master of the secret sect of eternal reincarnation, and the most..."

"Heh... Bah!"

King Xiao Ming appeared in front of Brababa and kicked him away.

"You know, what I hate the most is the title Xiao Mingwang!"

"My name is Timir, and he is the Holy Spirit born in the radiance of divinity. What qualifications does that bullshit Buddha have to be my father?"

"Can……"

Brababa wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Xiao Ming Wang... no, Timir, and came back.

"In the final analysis, it was you who came into my house talking to yourself and called me Little Ming Wang when I was just born and had not yet learned the language of this world!"

"The so-called reincarnation does not exist at all, at least not in this world, because it is an ability that only the gods under the command of the Lord of Death and Silence have, and it is an opportunity for a few lucky people!"

"The Little Prince Ming in the classics is just a fairy tale to deceive you fools, and you actually believe it!"

"And you actually confessed the weaknesses of your abilities to prove your loyalty, which is even more stupid."

Brababa's ability is "invincible" for only one minute per day on average, which seems a bit useless.

But if he doesn't use the catastrophic characteristics for a year and uses them in one day, the 365-minute duration will make him truly "invincible" for that day. Unless the catastrophe takes action, no one can.

Defeat him when he transforms.

But more than twenty years ago, he was shocked by Xiao Ming Wang's natural intelligence and understanding of Ming Wang's esoteric teachings.

He believed that this was the true son of the gods, the chosen one only recorded in the classics, so in his fanatical belief, Brababa told King Xiao Ming about his weaknesses in abilities to show his loyalty.

During the transformation, there will be a constantly moving point on his body. This point can only be observed using special methods. As long as you attack that point with extremely powerful force, Brababa's transformation can be released.

It may seem that self-exploding a weakness is extremely retarded, but for people like Brababa who use religious texts as their worldview, it is just a routine operation.

Just like the Federation until now, there are still people who, based on the teachings of the Creation Church, paranoidly believe that the earth is flat and that the world is surrounded by endless ice sheets.

To let such people see an existence that is extremely suspicious of the 'Holy Son', they will do anything.

After listening to Timil's words, Brababa sat on the ground with a dull expression. His original golden Buddha-like appearance gradually faded away, and his worldview collapsed.

Timir no longer looked at Brababa, but stared at Pelan with a trace of jealousy and even hatred in his eyes!

He is a creature born in the light of the Archangel, and has the same chance of becoming a god as Pestilence.

But his consciousness of becoming a god failed. The celestial god Yogama, who belonged to the Lord of the Underworld, passed by and gave him a choice at the last second when his consciousness dissipated, which was to let Timir be his subordinate.

To the gods of heaven, Timir is just an ant-like existence.

Yogama wanted him as a subordinate just to disgust the archangel. It was even possible that Yogama sabotaged Timir's godhood ceremony.

Timir understood all these, but he still accepted it and was reborn around the Mingwang Tantric Sect, and was born with visions.

He originally resisted becoming the Little Ming King, but when he was a child, he had no strength to resist. When he grew up, he discovered that he could become a god with the help of the Ming King Secret Sect, so he really became the Little Ming King.

But when Wenli chose the Green Ridge Plateau as the place to become a god, Timir received an order from Yogama to help Wenli become a god at all costs!

Therefore, Timir could only give up the possibility of becoming a god and rebel at this time to help clear the way for Pestilence's promotion.

This behavior caused great harm to Timir, but since he chose to betray the archangel to gain a chance to survive, he no longer had the full strength to refuse.

Because Yogama believes that the value of making Pestilence a god is higher than that of making Yogama a god.

Fighting master Zhao Yong took off his glasses, pointed at Timir and said to Sun Shanxing: "Leave this guy to me. You focus on dealing with the cripple. Don't die before I deal with this guy."

Sun Shanxing nodded. He knew Zhao Yong's strength, so he had great confidence in him.

Zhao Yong walked towards Timir, crushed his glasses with his hands, his body swelled up and broke the shirt on his body, and his eyes were burning with angry flames.

"Oh, do you have the qualifications to deal with me?"

Having lost the shackles of his identity as Little Ming King, Timir became a lot more arrogant. He was born from an angel, so naturally he also has the arrogance of an angel.

And just now he solved two true sequences with every gesture, which also made Timir feel swollen.

He stretched out his finger towards Zhao Yong and released a golden light, but the golden light was easily scattered by Zhao Yong.

Then Zhao Yong suddenly rushed towards Timir. No matter how much golden light Timir emitted, Zhao Yong easily dodged it. When Zhao Yong approached Timir, he threw out a flip-flop and knocked Timir away.

"You don't need any qualifications to fight traitors."

Timir stood up, a stream of golden blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"I was careless just now, but you must be a super user with melee combat capabilities. There is no way you can beat me."

"I am the brilliance myself. I have the fastest straight-line speed in the True Order Realm. You can block the speed of light..."

Another flip-flop flew over, and Timir easily dodged it, but when the flip-flop flashed past his eyes, he realized that it was just a flip-flop.

Then a top-down foot kick directly hit his chin, kicking him upwards.

"Impossible, how could he be so fast..."

What Timir didn't realize was that in the twenty-eight years he had lived as Little Ming King, he had never fought in a battle that required him to fight for his life, so his fighting skills had long been rusty.
Chapter completed!