Chapter 7695 - No Martial Ethics

Xezal lifted her chin, pride glinting in her eyes as she watched the red-armored pagan commander. In her heart, she couldn’t help but scoff.

Pagan commander? Pagan army?
Before that man, they were nothing but insects waiting to be crushed.

To invade the myriad realms knowing he was here… That wasn’t courage—it was suicide.

“Show yourself! Get out here!” the red-armored commander roared in fury, his fear barely concealed. A violent purple-red aura burst from his body, swirling into tens of thousands of spinning divine spears that looked capable of shredding anything that came close.

But before his power could fully erupt—
Thud!

A dull impact sounded behind him.

He staggered forward, violently kicked from the rear. Blood sprayed from his mouth.