Lock down their careers and forbid them from working.
By doing something like this, the conspirators and the Xunri followers had no idea what kind of heinous crime they had committed!
Even when faced with the deafening Gospel Blast, they still refused to repent.
Very well, then. I had no choice but to count to three.
Along with another deep breath came Expert Fu's solemn declaration.
Of course, the first two Gospel Blasts had mainly been tests, and they had indeed yielded quite a few conclusions, but that wasn't important.
Judge by actions, not intentions. The fact was, those two were stubbornly refusing to see reason.
Now it was time to show them what true power was.
Up to this point, I'd been following the spellcraft route. I'd never used False God Incarnation or Mythical Form.
As his deep breath reached its limit, the spectators seemed to sense the ancient terror about to erupt. Even someone as powerful as Sha Ming moved a little farther away, no longer pointlessly trying to stand his ground through sheer force of presence.
As expected, those who achieved great things knew when to bend and when to stand firm.
As Fu Qian admired this, he didn't utter the third Gospel Blast. Instead, he locked onto the Messenger on the rugged head with his mind and casually plucked him off.
That's right. He still wasn't in a hurry to use False God Incarnation or Mythical Form.
A journey of a hundred miles is only half complete at ninety. He hadn't reached the end of the spellcraft route yet.
Dim light. A long table and high-backed chairs.
Third Xun Brother hadn't lied. That sacred place had imposed a higher level of confinement, not merely restricted his freedom of movement.
The moment he removed the mask,