The vast Lake Saint Grace suddenly fell deathly silent.
Inside the headquarters of the Bluefin Salmon Chamber of Commerce, Lin Qi, who had been watching the events through a water mirror, gaped in astonishment and sprang to his feet in alarm. "Damn it! How many gold coins did I spend stuffing that Pontiff full? You killed him, and now I have to find someone new to bribe!"
Jiawu, standing at his side, helplessly spread his hands and let out a sorrowful sigh.
Above Lake Saint Grace, countless fanatics from the Temple of Punishment froze in the middle of their actions; countless Void God Hunters and members of the Void Sanctum gaped in shock; as for the warriors of the Raging War Knights and the Temple of War Knight Order, they stiffened all over as though their parents had died.
Every clergyman who witnessed Master Yin kill the Scepter Pontiff stopped whatever they were doing. They stared dumbstruck at the Scepter Pontiff, who had exploded into a mist of blood, their mouths slowly, slowly widening until a fist could have been stuffed inside. Especially the devout and fanatical Raging War Knights and Temple of War Knights—some were so terrified that the weapons fell from their hands.
Huangpu Feihong cackled loudly and, under the protection of a host of divine soldiers, raced into the distance.
Nearly a thousand four-wheeled metal chariots, each gleaming with a faint bronze luster, sped silently in from afar. Ten to several dozen divine generals and divine soldiers stood atop every chariot. They surged forward in a mass, escorted Huangpu Feihong and his group into their ranks, then formed a charging formation at a distance, confronting the clergymen above Lake Saint Grace.
The clergymen guarding the Scepter Pontiff were utterly dumbfounded. The Scepter Pontiff, one of the three