The air in the great hall suddenly tightened. No one had expected that this man who called himself "Laws" would actually dare lay hands on a saint of the Dawn Temple. Although the crimson-gold divine flames around him proved that he was indeed a clergyman of the Temple of Punishment, an ordinary clergyman, whether in status or standing, could never compare to a saint!
Unwavering faith, flawless character, incomparable devotion to the gods, years upon years of ascetic cultivation and hardship—and great contributions to one's temple as well. Only then could a saint be made.
Thus, although some saints held no divine office within their temples, their status and standing could be even higher than that of the presiding hall masters.
And this "Laws" had actually brazenly attacked a Dawn Saint in full view of everyone!
Duke Sanning staggered back several steps in horror. "Does he want to provoke a conflict between the Dawn Temple and the Temple of War? Has he gone mad? Or..."
These old and cunning great nobles instantly connected this to countless possibilities. The Temple of Punishment had always been the Church's sharpest blade, yet the Church's great authority had always been controlled by the Dawn Temple. After all, the Dawn God currently possessed the broadest body of believers on the Western Continent. The more believers there were, the stronger the Dawn Temple's power naturally became.
Laws had actually attacked a Dawn Saint. Could this have been ordered by the Temple of Punishment?
Countless thoughts churned through the surrounding nobles' minds, but Lin Qi's body suddenly stiffened. Thousands of visible azure wind-ropes tightly bound his body, while an earthen-yellow slab condensed out of thin air before him. With a cold laugh from the God of Laws, the slab whipped solidly toward Lin Qi's mouth.
The slab