The Man in the Painting

"Fuck your priesthood!"

Hao Shan's response was simple.

His gaze was cold and indifferent. He looked at his opponent as if he were looking at a tiny insect.

That gaze made the Golden Skin Priest, who had occupied a position of power for many years, extremely displeased.

Just as he was about to strike with all his might, using Divine Power to suppress Hao Shan, a crisp crack rang out.

Immediately afterward, his entire right hand twisted out of control, like dry grass being wrung apart. The golden lines of muscle burst open with a bang.

The golden bones within his flesh shattered into golden powder in that instant.

That was not all. This destructive force traveled all the way up his right arm.

His shoulder, chest, and half of his body were blasted into scraps by Hao Yuan's strike.

"Ahhh!!!"

He staggered back several steps before dropping to his knees, howling in agony.

Looking down at him from above, Hao Shan stared at him with disdain and said coldly, "You primitive who doesn't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is. You actually dared to attack us? You've lived long enough..."

He raised his right hand and was just about to slap the Golden Skin Priest to death.

But at that moment, a figure appeared before him, making him halt.

Plop!

Hao Shan warily took a step back. The arrogance on his face had vanished, replaced by utter solemnity.

Looking at Shen Lin standing quietly before him, he said in a deep voice, "You want to protect him? Why?"

The instant his words fell, Hao Yuan had also appeared beside him.

The two Saint Realm elders of the Sacred Feather Clan faced Shen Lin together, and the atmosphere instantly grew tense.

"Fellow Daoist, we haven't