In the main hall of the Dragon Mountain Empire's imperial palace, Lin Qi and Lin Kaixuan stood with their heads raised, watching rapidly flashing images within a light screen dozens of meters across. When Lin Qi saw a certain cardinal cleanly and decisively cut down Francis Dawn, he let out a very dry "cry of alarm." "Wow, I'm in trouble! A Crown Pontiff got killed on my turf?"
Lin Kaixuan threw back his head and laughed smugly. He fixed Lin Qi with a cold, sharp gaze and barked, "You're in huge trouble!"
As Lin Kaixuan roared, among the several thousand attendants brought by Crown Pontiff Francis Dawn, those high-ranking Church clergy dressed in red, black, white, gold, and other colored divine robes rolled up their sleeves, tore away the cumbersome sleeves and hems of their robes, drew weapons of every kind, and charged at the surrounding noble lords and gentlemen like a pack of crazed pirates.
Several thousand holy and dignified clergymen had turned into ferocious thugs in an instant—the impact of such a sight was simply too overwhelming. The noble gentlemen, young ladies, and aristocratic matrons around them all let out terrified screams, while countless nobles who had been elegant and dignified moments earlier fled in every direction in utter disarray—these nobles had come to the Dragon Mountain Imperial Palace for the New Year banquet; they had not brought weapons with them!
Other than a very few people—for instance, the leader of the Great Flame Dynasty's envoy delegation, that respected prince who carried a ceremonial sword—no one else had even a small knife in hand. Faced with these clergymen wielding all manner of magical weapons and radiating mad killing intent, only someone with a broken brain would stay where they were and wait to die.
"After these clergymen kill