Chapter 028: Imhotep Goes Offline

The tornado roared in, devastating everything in its path. Whether forests or earth, all were swept into the howling vortex and torn to shreds.

The power of nature was vividly displayed in that moment.

Even the Scorpion King's tomb swayed precariously before the storm.

Fortunately, Evelyn and her group were hiding on the other side and suffered little interference.

Wang Bo and the Scorpion King exchanged a glance, deciding to settle their Saint duel after dealing with Imhotep, and they both charged into the tornado.

The mighty tornado carried the terror of nature, but Saints were a bunch of bugs—their feet could shatter the earth, their fists could crush the sky.

So a tornado was nothing to them.

The Scorpion King, clad in the Scorpio Gold Cloth, ignored the tornado's power entirely, tearing a hole through the swirling sand and entering the vortex's core.

Wang Bo simply teleported in.

Imhotep hadn't expected them to breach the storm barrier so easily and was somewhat startled. He quickly channeled his magic to attack them.

But the Scorpion King struck first.

"Scarlet Needle!"

This technique, named after a poison needle, actually uses the index fingertip at light speed to strike the fifteen star points on the opponent's body corresponding to the Scorpio constellation's fifteen bright stars, targeting fatal acupoints.

In European astrological mysticism, Scorpio has long been regarded as the most powerful constellation representing judgment and death.

Thus, those struck by the Scarlet Needle will die completely after the fifteenth needle, "Antares," is planted. Massive blood loss, loss of all five senses, complete paralysis of movement and mental faculties, and the gradual extinguishing of the small universe's flame.

But unfortunately, the Scorpion King only possessed the Sixth Sense, so he couldn't attack Imhotep at light speed; the technique was essentially at sonic speed.

Even so, Imhotep was sent flying. Though his own power was formidable and his magic potent, his speed and thought processes couldn't reach supersonic levels.

This meant he was utterly incapable of competing with Wang Bo and the Scorpion King in the supersonic domain.

For him, this was an overwhelming disadvantage.

Imhotep only saw the Scorpion King raise his hand; before he could react, he was hit. The immense force sent him flying, his magic spiraling out of control, and the roaring tornado, deprived of magical support, collapsed instantly.

Logically, a tornado forms gradually and dissipates slowly.

But the problem was that Imhotep's tornado wasn't a natural phenomenon—it was conjured directly by magic. So when the magic vanished, the tornado collapsed in an instant.

This had nothing to do with nature or physics.

It belonged to the realm of the supernatural.

After being knocked back, Imhotep was wracked with pain and couldn't even control his magic properly.

Seeing this, Wang Bo followed up with a sonic-speed punch.

Unlike the Scorpion King, who had inherited techniques, Wang Bo possessed a small universe but used it crudely. He knew no moves that could fully unleash the small universe's power.

Things like the Water Wall, Heavenly Demon Subduing, Twin Galaxies Explosion, Golden Arrow, Pegasus Meteor Fist, Diamond Dust, Six Paths of Reincarnation, Rozan Rising Dragon, Phoenix Wings... Wang Bo had only heard of them; he had no idea how to use them—he was completely in the dark.

After all, these techniques were honed by Saints through countless trials. Wang Bo only had a small universe; of course, he couldn't learn them.

But Wang Bo had taught himself the most basic small universe technique.

Sonic-Speed Fist!

Since he could already enter the supersonic realm, he could channel his small universe to deliver a sonic-speed punch. Its power was terrifying—though it couldn't shatter stars, it could easily break several meteorites.

And Imhotep's body was far inferior to a meteorite.

Wang Bo's sonic-speed punch struck, shattering Imhotep's head and upper body into pieces.

If he were an ordinary person, he'd be dead by now.

But the problem was, Imhotep wasn't human.

He was a mummy, a soul returned from the underworld. He looked human, but his vitality was terrifyingly tenacious; even a sonic-speed punch couldn't destroy him.

Even with his upper body blown apart, Imhotep didn't die; he stubbornly regenerated.

Seeing this, the Scorpion King also delivered a sonic-speed punch, blowing Imhotep's lower body to bits. Blood rained down, splattering everywhere.

In this state, reviving was no easy task for Imhotep. Piecing together his shattered body bit by bit was no simple project.

At least for now, Imhotep was offline, posing no further threat to Wang Bo or the Scorpion King.

The Scorpion King turned to Wang Bo and asked in surprise, "Who was your master?"

He was astonished that Wang Bo also possessed a small universe.

Wang Bo said, "Your master was Milo, wasn't he?"

The Scorpion King said in surprise, "You know Master Milo?"

"The Gold Saint of Scorpio—a name that thunders in my ears. How could I not know him?"

"So you come from the same place as Master Milo," the Scorpion King seemed to realize something.

"Not exactly. I'm just someone who sent her home."

"Then you're too late," the Scorpion King said calmly. "Master Milo is dead."

Wang Bo was unperturbed. "You and I both know death isn't the end, don't we?"

This was a world with gods; Milo's soul should still be in the underworld.

The Scorpion King said, "Master Milo refused to submit to Lord Anubis. Thousands of years ago, after failing to challenge Lord Anubis, she was annihilated, body and soul. Master Milo no longer exists in this world."

Wang Bo was taken aback. Refused to submit to Anubis, so she was annihilated.

It sounded surprising, but on second thought, it wasn't unexpected.

Though Milo was a Saint, she was still mortal. All mortals have a lifespan. When she came to Egypt, her soul naturally entered the underworld and caught Anubis's attention.

After all, a Saint's soul was unique in this world.

But the problem was that Saints were Athena's Saints.

Milo's faith was in Athena, not Anubis. Naturally, she wouldn't submit to him. Challenging Anubis didn't seem surprising.

Though Anubis lacked a small universe, he was still a god. Defeating a Seventh Sense Saint shouldn't have been difficult. Milo's defeat was only natural.

But on second thought, something seemed off.