Yuan Shuocheng was a dog, a lackey.
He could sell out Eastern Continent for profit, so he could sell out the Church for profit as well...
When Gu Shen's sword hung above his head, he was willing to say anything.
"..."
Gu Shen silently watched Archbishop Yuan kowtow frantically before him. Over a hundred Iron Scale Flying Swords slowly gathered, and their phantoms faded away.
"Look up!"
His icy voice rang out within the wrecked Source Energy Airship.
Yuan Shuocheng raised his head in terror and saw a palm burning with fire reaching toward him.
"Didn't you say you'd spare me?!"
He shrieked and tried to retreat. Gu Shen's brows rose as he snorted coldly. Dozens of streaks of iron light burst through the air, Iron Scales reappearing and slashing in all directions, shredding his blue robe. The flying swords did not release killing intent; they merely skimmed across the surface of his skin—
"Shut up. Make one more sound, and I'll slaughter you."
Along with a sound like tearing paper.
A faint scent of blood spread through the Source Energy Airship.
Yuan Shuocheng forcefully swallowed his wail, the pain bringing tears to his eyes.
At that moment, Gu Shen pressed his palm against the man's forehead.
A wisp of Blazing Fire crashed into the latter's mind lake.
The fierce image of Blazing Fire spread through Yuan Shuocheng's eyes.
"What did you do to me?"
Archbishop Yuan's body was still trembling. His voice was hoarse, and deep resentment hid in his eyes.
"Nothing. I merely planted a Spirit Seed."
Gu Shen naturally saw that trace of resentment.
He withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Now you can speak... If you lie, my 'seed' will sense it. Believe me, there are things in this world more terrifying than death."
Yuan Shuocheng