Full-time Creation Master

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"So what if that's the case?" She suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, her eyes bloodshot. "She's now surnamed Ye, she's your sister-in-law, the wife of the Azure Dragon Guardian, and she's closer to me, this cowardly Black Vatican bishop, isn't she?"

After a brief moment of distraction, reason returned!

His words made it clear that Chu Ming would not harm Xin Xia after weighing the pros and cons!

Chu Ming stopped three steps away, while the vampire lords behind him simultaneously took half a step forward, their bloody aura solidifying into tangible chains.

"So you knew Mo Fan's identity after all!"

Chu Ming smiled knowingly, not surprised at all.

After all, do you really think anyone can become the only daughter of the former Parthenon saint and the current cardinal of the Black Vatican, especially a "distracted" man?

"So that's why you're in such a hurry to push her to the top?"

"While you're at it, have Mo Fan help you eliminate any dissidents within the sect!"

Chu Ming slowly straightened his collar, "Use the authority of the Black Vatican as her dowry, and incidentally turn everyone who knows the truth into silent ghosts."

Sa Lang's fingernails dug deeply into his palm, the sweet, metallic taste of blood filling his mouth.

Looking at the man before her who was more like a demon than herself, she suddenly realized that this confrontation was never a contest of strength from the beginning—what Chu Ming wanted was to tear her carefully woven mask to shreds, inch by inch.

A purple lightning bolt streaked across the night sky, followed by a torrential downpour.

Rainwater meandered down the carved window frame, leaving spiderweb-like cracks on the glass.

Sa Lang stared at Chu Ming's ambiguous smile, the roaring rain in her ears overlapping with the pounding of her heart.

The stinging pain of her nails digging deep into her palms reminded her that the man before her had already seen through everything; her meticulously planned scheme of many years was nothing more than a transparent veil in his eyes.

"Chu Ming, you are more troublesome than a demon in the abyss."

Suddenly she burst into laughter, a laugh that mingled with the metallic taste of blood in her throat, as she viciously tore off the silver cross from her neck with her fingernails.

The sharp sound of metal falling to the ground startled the swifts under the eaves outside the window. The cross left a dark red bloodstain on the Persian carpet, a mark she had left with her own blood, dipped in her fingertips.

As Sa Lang watched Chu Ming casually adjust his cuffs, he suddenly recalled how, twenty years ago in the Vatican's underground passages, that man had also elegantly led himself to his doom in the same way!

"I admit, thirty monarch-level beings plus the Qin family's Grand Elder..."

"Ha! Enough talent, enough cunning, enough caution!"

"A born tyrant, Chu Ming!"

She paused, and looked at Elder Qin directly for the first time with great surprise.

The last time I saw him, as far as I can remember, was at the banquet where he became a saint, with that man...

For decades, he had remained secluded in the Qin family's ancestral land, but today he actually followed Chu Ming out step by step.

Who is this meant to protect against?

"Long time no see!" The Qin family's Supreme Elder showed no displeasure at being ignored, and was filled with emotion after Sa Lang finally recognized him.

"I still remember thirty years ago, when I went to Parthenon..."

"Enough!" Salang interrupted. "So what if it's a forbidden spell?!"

So what if they think the Black Vatican doesn't have a single forbidden spell?!

"That's enough!" Qin Taishang also realized that Sa Lang could be interrupted, so he didn't say anything more!

The thunderclap outside the window caused the crystal chandelier to shake violently, casting Chu Ming's shadow as if it were a giant python coiled on the wall.

Cool beads of sweat slid down her back and into her skirt, but Sa Lang forced herself to straighten her back, determined not to let this man see even a trace of fear.

As she approached Chu Ming, she deliberately slowed her breathing, letting the stench of blood permeate the space between them.

"I can accept the loss and move the grand ceremony abroad, or I can let the ancient capital go."

At this point, she pictured her innocent daughter dancing under the dome of the Parthenon, her fingernails almost piercing her palms.

"But you have to agree to three conditions—first, the safety of Mo Fan and my daughter must be absolutely guaranteed;

Second, if you let the Vatican in China go, I will make them keep their distance from you, and you will no longer be able to interfere.

Just like the Hydra in the Dragon Kingdom, I can make them obey your orders when necessary!

Third, third... I need your help, including but not limited to personnel, mages, warriors, equipment,...

"Is this what you call admitting defeat?" Chu Ming laughed. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the victor!

She suddenly grabbed Chu Ming's tie, pulled him to a distance where their noses were touching, and smiled radiantly!

"This is my sincerity!!!"

Sa Lang's bright red fingernails gripped Chu Ming's tie tightly, as if she wanted to tear it off.

As she drew closer, the scent of cedarwood from her hair mingled with the lingering metallic taste of blood in her mouth, wafting over me with a sense of resolute determination.

Stunned by Sa Lang's actions, not only Sa Lang and Chu Ming's subordinates were taken aback, but even Chu Ming himself was momentarily stunned by Sa Lang's actions for two seconds.

Suddenly, Sa Lang abruptly loosened the mother-of-pearl button on Chu Ming's collar.

The moment the button popped off, it made a crisp sound that was particularly jarring in the silent, enclosed room.

Her voice was seductive, with a slight upward inflection at the end, and her eyes gleamed with a complex light.

It possesses both the ruthlessness of a desperate gamble and the spirit of revenge. Yet, it also concealed a subtle, almost imperceptible expectation.

"Let's be friends now!"

"Hahaha~~~~~"

.........

The torrential rain pounded against the dome like a ferocious beast, and thunder rumbled, as if the heavens themselves were roaring in anger.

Thick, low-hanging leaden clouds shrouded the entire space in darkness, with only occasional flashes of lightning tearing through the sky, briefly illuminating the eerie scene within the bedroom.

The third-rate brand chandelier swayed slightly under the disturbance of the airflow, distorting and elongating the overlapping shadows of Sa Lang and Chu Ming.

The clothes scattered under the bed cast shadows that looked like demons locked in a struggle.

The loud singing and soft chanting indoors did not carry out at all to the outdoor area where it was raining heavily!

Just outside the door, Qin Tai left with a complicated expression, while Hu Jin, Blue Bat, and Scott stood guard in the courtyard, clearly separated by two groups.

Tiger Jin, the Grand Deacon, leaned against the wall, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

His weathered face was solemn, his eyes fixed on the swaying silhouette reflected on the door, his calloused fingers unconsciously stroking the sword at his waist, as if it were his only support at that moment.

As someone who served under Wen Tai since the time when Sa Lang was still Ye Chang, and as a veteran who watched Sa Lang grow into a cardinal step by step, his chest was filled with indescribable bitterness, resentment, dissatisfaction, and a slight sense of relief!

In his heart, Sarang was always that pure and proud saintess, who should have had a beautiful love story with the saintly son, Ventae!

We will protect our pride and dignity to the very end!

Even if one falls into the demonic path, one should remain loyal!

Instead of doing what we do now, submitting ourselves to others for personal gain.

But Lord Saran's ability to find a ray of light again from the darkness is Toratsu's hope...

The metal buckle made a soft clicking sound, as if it were a reflection of his inner struggle. Torn between loyalty and emotion, Hu Jin didn't know which way to go.

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