Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 116 You don’t want the gods to suffer…

Ta-da-da, beep-da-da!

Toot-tut-tut-tut-tut...

In the distance, people and horses were moving, and a team of thousands of people were playing suona and marching towards here.

The music is sad, mournful and solemn, like a funeral, carrying a deep sense of grief.

"I guess the Lord God has already beaten that little thief Fang Can to his knees by now."

Riding on a brown-red horse, the man who was the leader of Wan Chenyu's number one fan smiled.

Another warrior at the side shook his head and laughed, "Of course it is. That little thief Fang Can has only practiced martial arts for a month or so. How can he fight against the power of a god?"

"I think it's a bit of an exaggeration. He's just a genius. Is it worth us to come all the way from Kyoto?"

"Hey, be careful with your words. God's thoughts are not what we can guess. We just need to execute them."

……

The warriors chatted and laughed along the way. As they were talking, they were getting closer. Looking at Fang Can's team in the distance, the leader of the fans frowned and said, "Why is this team so stable?"

This is not the first time Wan Chenyu has destroyed other people's faith in gods.

Every time the gods were destroyed before, the believers were as mournful as if their parents had died, so why were they so quiet this time?
"Did something happen?" asked a warrior beside him.

"That's impossible!" The middle-aged warrior in the lead frowned and said, "Let me go forward and take a look."

As he spoke, he seemed to be dissatisfied with the slowness of the horse under him. He dismounted and approached the opposing team of gods in the strong wind.

But as he got closer, his mood became more and more depressed, because on the flagpole in the distance, there were four warriors hanging, looking dried like bacon.

Three of them looked like their own gods, and they looked listless.

Only the fourth person had a sunken face and his features could not be seen at all.

"This must be the God's friend Li Xiangyang." The man hoped, but a bad premonition had already risen from the bottom of his heart.

Wan Chenyu, who was called Li Xiangyang by his followers, had his eyes blasted out and could not see anything, but the sound of suona in the distance frightened him to the extreme.

How could such a proud man like him endure such humiliation?

Some people in this world are even willing to plead guilty to protect their browsing history.

If Wan Chenyu, who was so arrogant, were seen in such a miserable state by his believers, it would be more painful than killing them.

"The ceremonial procession of the gods ahead, stop. I am a follower of the god Wan Chenyu. Can you tell me where our god is going?"

A familiar voice came from not far away, causing Wan Chenyu's heart to stop suddenly, as if he was caught cheating.

"Wait, boy on the sedan chair, you are holding my Lord's sacred artifact, what have you done to my Lord?"

"Young Master Li, why are you standing with Fang Can's honor guard?"

In the pitch darkness, the voices of questioning and inquiry hit Wan Chenyu's heart like a heavy hammer, and the boomerang that was thrown before hit him right on the forehead.

The offensive and defensive situations are different at this moment.

"Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask, just go away, just treat it as a misunderstanding..."

Wan Chenyu had already started praying in his heart, but how could things in the world go as he wished?

"Oh...you really don't know where your god is?"

Fang Can's playful voice came from Wan Chenyu's ear: "Or are you deceiving yourself and thinking that the piece of bacon is not your master." "Damn it! You damn pagan, how dare you insult my Lord like this!"

In Wan Chenyu's ears, along with the believers' violent roar, a dull collision sound was heard the next second.

With his experience in martial arts, he could determine that it was his believer who tried to jump forward to rescue him, but was knocked to the ground by the warrior.

"You guys came to my door and you're acting like I bullied you. Are you still feeling wronged?"

Fang Can's wanton and arrogant voice came from the darkness. It should have been his arrogance, but at this moment it was extremely harsh.

"Why, this is a direct competition, you want to take your master back."

The chanting around was still going on, and the suona in the distance was getting louder and louder. Suddenly, Wan Chenyu heard a bang.

In reality, Fang Can looked at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground in astonishment.

"I beg Young Master Fang to let the Master go."

The middle-aged man knelt on his knees and said earnestly: "I and all the believers of the Lord are willing to suffer on your behalf. I only ask for your forgiveness."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man kowtowed several times in front of Fang Can.

Those who worship gods place all their wealth on the gods.

This is a belief that is more firm than any oath made on a mountain of sea and sea. No matter how imperfect the gods are, believers in them will have no choice but to stick to their beliefs.

If you break your oath, at best your spiritual heart will be shattered and you will go insane, at worst all your spiritual powers will be wasted.

So at this moment when Wan Chenyu was captured, the middle-aged believer threw aside his dignity without hesitation and prayed to Fang Can.

Because for those who worship gods, everything about gods is better than themselves.

"Tsk, boring." Fang Can's originally interested eyes turned calm.

Looking at the man kneeling on the ground with indifferent eyes, Fang Can said: "This is not the first time your God has done this."

The man was stunned and wanted to say something, but he couldn't refute it.

Looking at the silent believers, Fang Can understood what was going on and said calmly, "If that's the case, how did you treat other believers of gods when they knelt before you?"

While the two were talking, the believers in the distance had already noticed the situation here. At least dozens of mind-phase warriors were rushing over here.

Looking at the heart warriors in the distance with contempt, Fang Can waved his hand disdainfully and said, "I'll leave these guys to you."

Fang Can pointed at the hanging Wan Chenyu and said, "If they dare to act recklessly, just beat up the gods. Beat them until they are smoking."

As he spoke, Fang Can turned around and walked into the sedan. His originally good mood had been affected by this group of guys.

I thought it would be a fight with real fists, but he ended up kneeling down and begging for mercy when they met. Who are they trying to disgust by pretending to be pitiful?

Looking at the figure disappearing behind the curtain, Ye Yonglie couldn't help but sigh: "Master, you are still inexperienced in the martial arts world and too kind."

"In that case, the world is dangerous, and the things that the gods cannot bear to do can be left to us." Ye Yonglie said, looking at the kneeling pagans:
"My god has already beaten the evil god to his knees. It is impossible for us to release you before entering the capital, but this is just a beginning."

Speaking of the latter, Ye Yonglie smiled and said, "You don't want your god to be treated more painfully, do you?"

"In that case, please give us your atonement scrolls, martial arts manuals, mental skills, land, and deeds."

At this point, under the humiliating gazes of the pagans, Ye Yonglie smiled and said, "If you don't agree, I can't guarantee how your gods will be treated."

"I...I understand." Faced with coercion, the pagan was forced to lower his head.

(End of this chapter)