Reflected Holy City? A Parlor Trick!

"He really came."

On top of a crude tower, a blond, golden-bearded man slowly rose to his feet. His clothes were filthy and disheveled, making him look like a homeless man on the street.

But his gaze was razor-sharp. It cut through the entire bustling Holy City and reached Swordback Dragon Mountain beyond the city walls.

Dongfang Chen's figure was clearly reflected in his pupils.

The next second, the Dongfang Chen in his pupils slowly raised a middle finger.

The blond, golden-bearded man's expression suddenly froze.

"Hmph. Such childish behavior."

Another blond man stood beside him. He had European features and, unlike the first man, no beard. His appearance was also much neater.

He was the Archangel Raphael, one of the Archangels whose identity had been publicly revealed in the Holy City.

The other, disheveled man with a golden beard was Michael, the Archangel.

"Archangel Michael, are we still not going to act? The Golden Dragon may be Emperor Rank, but the other side has two Undead Emperors at their command. If things continue this way, undead may well crawl straight out of the Holy City's pristine soil," Raphael said to Michael.

Raphael himself was something of a neat freak. He deeply resented any unclean aura appearing in the Holy City's soil, especially the aura of the undead.

Just thinking about those undead crawling up from the Holy City's soil made him feel as if ants were crawling all over him!

"No need to rush. The Dark King is willing to get involved. Su Lu only needs to open the Gates of Hell and summon the Dark River. The Dark King will deal with those two Undead Emperors. We only need to deal with Dongfang Chen, the heretic," Michael said.

"The Undead Emperors? If the Dark King doesn't intervene, those