As an essential skill for apostles, Gospel Blast could always be set to broadcast publicly or not.
Fu Qian had made no effort to keep things quiet this time. The Tall Hat Elder's scream was cut off at once, and as his eyes glazed over, a sound like thunder swept in every direction.
With a commotion like that, countless elite members of the Church would surely come running. Add in the miserable state of the old saint, and it was easy to imagine how intense the search and lockdown would be.
Yet Fu Qian continued on at the same pace, passing by his opponent, who had lost all ability to fight back.
Calling for backup when you couldn't win was certainly the right and decisive choice—if the old man had had the option.
There was a reason behind every abnormality. Don't fall into the bad habit of taking things for granted.
For instance, how had this man found him?
And knowing Herbert's name meant he also knew of Fu Qian's past exploits. Yet when they met, he hadn't called for backup right away. He'd only done so after failing to drive Fu Qian away.
With an open mind, it was easy to realize that whether the old man blocked his path or called out for help, the effect was essentially the same: stopping Fu Qian from going any farther.
So Fu Qian hadn't tried to stop him. In fact, he'd even helped call for backup.
As it turned out, another abnormality had indeed emerged. The space he was in didn't seem interested in carrying the sound any farther.
One example was the other Church saint downstairs, not very far away, who had shown no reaction at all.
Fu Qian had always been curious about how the vampires would attend