# 441
Chapter 441 – I Really Like Your Relic
???
Boom—!!
Under the night sky, Lin Qiye’s figure clashed with the lion several times before separating again.
As the strongest fighter of the entire Baili family, the lion—wielding a kinetic longsword—could face the captain or vice-captain of Team 006 head-on even in Shangjing City. He never imagined that a youth barely twenty years old could fight him to a draw.
Lin Qiye trod the darkness, hovering in the air, eyes fixed on the lion, brows slightly knit.
Back in Cangnan, he had indeed slain Loki’s clone, but only by forcibly drawing on the Seraph’s residual divine power—enough to keep the whole city alive for months. After that battle, every drop of that power was gone.
Now he was relying solely on the God’s Ruins that housed the soul of the Night Goddess, fighting a true “Klein” while only half a step into the realm himself.
To defeat—or kill—a Klein while jumping ranks was no easy thing.
Yet for relic-users, the weakness was obvious…
Lin Qiye looked away from the longsword and slowly closed his eyes; he already saw how to counter that kinetic blade.
“Over to you, Lord Merlin,” he murmured.
Behind him, the woman draped in star-veiled black faded, replaced by a tall-hatted, staff-bearing figure that merged into his body.
Lin Qiye grunted, face paling.
Swapping the possessing god-soul mid-fight dealt grave harm to his own soul, but ever since his soul had reforged itself in Cangnan City, its strength had soared. Coupled with a far higher realm now, he could barely endure it.
Still, the switch inevitably shortened the possession’s duration—time was running out.
A haze of sorcery radiated from him; the night cloaking the sky retreated swiftly. His black hair whitened at the tips, and a deep-blue mage’s robe wove itself behind him.
When Lin Qiye opened his eyes again, the starlight in them was gone, replaced by abyssal depths.
He shone like the brightest star in the heavens, illuminating every uncertain fate below.
The sudden clear sky stunned the crowd in the banquet hall; the most shocked of all was the lion hovering nearby.
In mere seconds, Lin Qiye’s aura had transformed. If moments ago he’d been a sovereign of night, now he seemed an unfathomable being who saw through everything.
“You can still transform?” the lion blurted in disbelief.
Lin Qiye ignored him—every second counted. He lifted a hand; golden arcane lines sketched themselves into a vast spell array.
“Metal magic—Chaos Magnetic Core.”
At his soft incantation, the golden array blazed sun-bright!
The lion, standing on his replica Yao Guang, frowned; the next instant his kinetic longsword vibrated violently, yanked toward the golden array in the sky.
Not just the sword—every scrap of metal in the main Baili building hummed in answer, threatening to twist free.
Screws, nuts, fallen cutlery, filaments in corner lamps… every tiny metal object whirled upward, drawn to the sorcerous super-magnet.
The lion clutched his sword with both hands, yet he and the blade still hurtled toward the Chaos Magnetic Core. The replica Yao Guang strained in the opposite direction, but the sword’s pull was irresistible.
“Pangpang!” Lin Qiye’s lips moved; a transmission spell carried his whisper to Baili Pangpang in the hall below.
Baili Pangpang���s eyes lit up; the taiji diagram beneath his feet flared again.
“Heaven-Earth Reversal—Disarm.”
He reached toward the sky and clenched. The kinetic longsword shuddered under the disarming force.
Normally the lion could suppress such an effect with mental power, but with the Chaos Magnetic Core already wrenching the blade, the added disarm became the final straw.
A kinetic blade can slice phantoms, yet it cannot cut magnetism.
The lion’s fingers lost their grip; the sword shot off like a rainbow, straight into Lin Qiye’s waiting hand.
Lin Qiye dismissed the Chaos array and studied the blade, a smile tugging at his lips.
A relic-user without his relic is just a slightly tougher ordinary man. Hovering empty-handed on the replica Yao Guang, the lion looked lost.
“I really like your relic,” Lin Qiye murmured, twirling the sword. “You may exit now.”
The lion’s face turned livid; he felt ready to explode.
Lin Qiye’s expression seemed to say: I like your wife too—remember to lock the door on your way out.
With a snap of Lin Qiye’s fingers, a black magic circle opened above the lion; a huge obsidian hand slapped him from the sky like a cannonball, smashing through several floors of the main building and out of sight.
A teleport array blossomed beneath Lin Qiye; he vanished in a blink.
In the banquet hall.
Baili Xin held a golden spear in one hand and the wooden scabbard once worn by Baili Jing in the other. Black sand whirled around him like a storm.
Ninth Seat glanced at the pile of ash that had been Baili Jing and sighed with regret.
“Didn’t get to kill him myself… but the mission’s done.” He waved to Baili Pangpang. “Brother, it’s been fun. See you on the road!”
Baili Pangpang’s expression behind his mask turned odd.
Ninth Seat flickered and disappeared from the dais; the next moment a teleport circle opened beside Baili Pangpang.
Lin Qiye stepped out in deep-blue robes, kinetic longsword in hand, gaze calm upon Baili Xin atop the platform.
“Looks like this is the last one,” he said quietly.