The Holy City's Downfall (Part Two)

The scene was bizarre. Feng Zhou Long looked like a goofy college student who'd come to teach in the countryside, awkwardly taking the podium for the first time, his voice dry and his eyes afraid to meet the students'.

Xu Fang, meanwhile, looked like a homeroom teacher. He stood by the doorframe with a cold expression, his gaze sweeping over the troublemakers itching to start something.

"I'm going to speak plainly, so don't take it personally—the Holy City is outdated," Feng Zhou Long said. "A museum would suit you better."

"What did you say?" Remiel had fallen to the floor, but he still glared furiously at Feng Zhou Long.

"You didn't understand that? Looking for trouble, are you?" Xu Fang said impatiently. "Your parents have green-haired steamed buns at home... oh, I mean those little Chinese sugar-free buns. Can you still eat those?"

"You! Heretic! You deserve to die!"

Remiel roared and leaped to his feet. "Holy Bestowed Seraph!"

His eyes abruptly lost focus. At the same time, waves of blazing fire surged through his body, imbued with holiness and glory.

The soul embryo of an angel gradually appeared within Remiel's body, emerging faintly amid the interplay of light and shadow.

A Twelve-winged Seraph!

"Form the array!" Remiel shouted. Several ten-winged Execution Angels revealed their own soul embryos and merged them into Remiel's body.

A brand-new pair of angel wings appeared behind him with a rustle.

Fourteen wings!

Multiple Soul Embryos. A Supreme Seraph!

Xu Fang hadn't interrupted him once. He'd watched with interest until Remiel was ready and started spouting pre-battle trash talk. Only then did Xu Fang lazily move.

"Xu Fang, I now represent Father God—"

"Believe in Father God, get free eggs?" Xu Fang suddenly asked.

Remiel felt insulted. He roared, and the Angel's Holy Light blazed