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A charlatan, a false god?

Countless people stared in disbelief at the somewhat frail figure against the sky.

This young Chinese man actually... openly slandered their gods.

Lord! This is far too arrogant; this is St. Toria.

With the protection of a true god, is he so insane that he is unafraid of divine punishment?

An obese believer swallowed hard, his mind reeling with shock.

Looking at the nations and powers of the world today, who would dare to trespass on the Holy City?

He even publicly humiliated the Church of Light; he's simply insane!

"Where is the High Priest?" someone asked anxiously. "Send people to find him quickly."

"He must be under the rubble. Quickly dig him out!"

In chaos.

Tens of thousands of servants gazed at the sky with flickering eyes and complex expressions.

They were mostly poor local people who worshipped the God of Light.

They joined the Holy City with high hopes, thinking it was a pilgrimage to the Heavenly Palace.

Unexpectedly, the Holy City had a clear class system, and they were treated as inferior slaves.

People often displeased the believers and were publicly executed and their bodies thrown into the back mountains.

Some beauties, once their looks faded and they lost their value, were taken away by the guards to be disposed of... Anyway, if they wanted, there were always fresher female slaves available.

Of course, the same applies to male servants; it's almost impossible to find an old man in the city.

Santoria is a holy place in the eyes of outsiders, but in their eyes it is more like a cannibalistic hell!

Their faith has crumbled, and now all that remains for them is endless despair and numbness.

So when Wang Xiaoke exposed the deceitful and false gods, they were not angry; on the contrary, they felt relieved when the believers and followers were angry.

……

Hera ignored the commotion below and focused all her attention on Xiao Ke.

This is a sword that can kill the Pope, a Nascent Soul Realm expert who is practically invincible. These few Golden Core cultivators are not even enough to warm him up.

If he wanted, he could erase himself from this world with a snap of his fingers.

Leiana was pale, her head was lowered, and her palms were covered in cold sweat.

She forced a smile: "Sword Immortal, is there no room for maneuver? Are you sure you want to fight the Holy See to the death?"

As one of the priestesses, Leiana had to say some things, and even under immense pressure, she could not back down or show weakness.

In her mind, even if Wang Xiaoke was as powerful as rumored, it was still uncertain who would emerge victorious if he ventured into the Vatican's territory alone.

Wang Xiaoke clicked his tongue and gave her a meaningful look.

"Just you?"

"The Kunlun affair should have been foreseen when we were aligned with the Liuxue Sect."

Wang Xiaoke smiled and gazed at the Holy Palace, seemingly talking to the air.

“I, Wang Xiaoke, always keep my word. This time, your Holy See must disappear.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the oppressive aura of a peak mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator roared out.

The four bishops, two priests, and the high-ranking officials and believers were all taken aback.

They felt as if a mountain had collapsed, and an immense pressure was pressing down on them.

"Old woman, I've already come to your door and you're still hiding?"

Wang Xiaoke grinned and held up a ball of gray spiritual flame in his palm.

With a flick of his wrist, flames expanded and transformed into a lion, lunging towards Leona and the others.

"Boohoo!"

The four bishops summoned their magical artifacts to jointly resist the attack, while Leiana and the others also mobilized their cultivation to defend against the offensive.

As they chanted, a dragon-scale light shield appeared in mid-air.

The fire lion roared, its flowing mane distorting the air as it burned, and with one claw it tore the shield apart, causing Leiana and the others to grunt in pain.

The four magical artifacts, imbued with the power of the Golden Elixir, were swatted away before they could even get close.

Hera's expression changed drastically. He glanced at the Fire Lion, then at Wang Xiaoke, who was smiling.

"host!"

"Please grant me divine power to save your most loyal followers!"

In a secret chamber at the top of the Holy Palace, a beautiful figure immersed in the spirit pool suddenly opened her eyes.

Her thin lips pursed slightly, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes, which held endless authority.

"Damn it!"

The moment the fiery lion lunged forward, a dazzling light pierced the long night.

The powerful blast of air and the intense heat forced Hera and her companions to retreat repeatedly.

Wang Xiaoke smirked; the old woman had finally decided to show her face.

Once the ripples subsided, a pale golden ancient umbrella hung silently in the air.

"You little beast, are you in such a hurry to come over? Aren't you afraid you won't come back?"

A chilling sound slowly drifted over, and holy light dispelled the darkness.

At the summit of the sacred palace, a stunningly beautiful woman draped in a crimson-gold gown slowly walked towards them.

Barefoot, she ascended into the air step by step, her whole being enveloped in radiance.

Countless people held their breath, their heartbeats trembling slightly with each step she took.

"god!"

"It's the God of Light! A god has descended to earth! A god has descended to earth!"

Upon seeing the face clearly, the followers excitedly called out and worshipped devoutly.

Ordinary people with poor eyesight belatedly realized that after looking at the figure ascending to the sky and then at the towering statue of the Goddess of Light, they were struck by a thunderbolt from the blue.

That aura that transcends all things, and that majesty that looks down upon all living beings, are exactly like the stone statue. They actually saw the real Goddess of Light.

It's important to understand that these statues have existed in the local area for thousands of years, much like myths and legends.

How could they not be shocked when it suddenly appeared in the world like this?

"Your injury has healed in less than a month?"

Shangguan Wan glanced at Xiao Ke, her brows furrowing involuntarily.

The tribulation lightning triggered by the three Nascent Soul cultivators would surely have caused the Kunlun Secret Realm to collapse, yet this kid managed to escape unscathed and even make it to the Holy City.

It should be noted that she only recovered most of her health thanks to the Holy See's millennium-long heritage and the Blood Spirit Pool.

According to her original calculations, Wang Xiaoke should have rested for at least several months...

Strange, how did he do that? Does he have some kind of miraculous healing medicine?

Wang Xiaoke crossed her arms, a chilling glint in the depths of her eyes.

"You're not bad either, you healed your broken arm in just a few days."

"Ha~"

"I told you I'd pay for that last time you stabbed me a hundredfold!"

"So, old woman, may you perish along with the Papacy you created."

Hera's face flushed red, and she almost blurted out, "You madman!"

The Vatican's high-ranking officials were indignant and wished they could skin him alive to vent their anger.

That's incredibly rude of them to call their god an old woman.

Gods are all immortal; they have no concept of youth or old age...

"A broken arm?" The followers thought they had misheard.

Could it be that he has met the God of Light? And he was injured, how come they haven't heard about it?

Countless servants were puzzled; there had indeed been movement in the holy city twenty days ago.

The Vatican mobilized thousands of its core members to leave the city along with its high-ranking officials.

Those people haven't returned yet, and nobody knows what happened.

"Hmph, then let me see where you get your confidence from!"

Shangguan Wan grasped the Sacred Crown Umbrella in one hand, her delicate hand stroking the umbrella's surface. As the light shone through, a sharp spear was revealed.

The magnificent spear, representing a divine weapon, thrilled the cultists.

"Divine judgment, prepare to pay the price for your folly!"

The believers looked on with madness, their bodies trembling, as they looked up at their God.

"Damn demon, sinner fallen to darkness, may you and the darkness you brought be annihilated by the holy lance of the Goddess of Light!"

Wang Xiaoke's aura rose, and his body was surrounded by specks of gray-white spiritual light.

With a step forward, the space seemed to sink as if struck by a heavy hammer, producing a muffled sound.

As Hera and the others were surprised, a beam of light shot towards them.

Shangguan Wan stood on the void, wielding a spear in one hand to clash head-on with him.

boom! !

The clash between two of the world's most terrifying powers left a lingering impact that spread across half of the holy city.

The higher-ups retreated repeatedly.

Only powerful Golden Core cultivators like Hera could stand firm and witness the clash between the two at close range.

"How can it be!"

Leana looked on in astonishment, her gaze fixed on the center of the fluctuations. Everyone looked in the same direction, all with expressions of disbelief.

The two retreated simultaneously, and Shangguan Wan's dignified face became solemn.

Once Wang Xiaoke regained his balance, blood rolled down his fingers.

"madman!"

Leana nearly lost her voice; he had actually taken the Holy Lance head-on with his fist!

The key is that his arm wasn't crippled; that shows how strong his physical body is.

Wang Xiaoke shook his hand, and the blood hole on his fist slowly healed on its own.

"My physical body has indeed improved considerably after leaving seclusion, but it's still not enough to face a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator."

He was aware of his opponent's strength; they had merely been testing each other.

After all, everyone is curious about how well the other person is recovering from their injuries...