At the foot of Wuhun Mountain, the plaza before the hall.
After receiving Leian's voice transmission, Xilmon immediately issued a summons. Before long, all the church members, including the Saint Realm elders and ninth-level bishops, had gathered here.
Everyone wore solemn expressions, and no one spoke. Some had seen with their own eyes the two popes vanish beneath that familiar giant sword, yet until they saw the Martial God himself, the weight hanging over their hearts could not easily be lifted.
Fortunately, Leian did not leave them in suspense for long. After ending his voice transmission with Jiadeliya, he swiftly arrived at the Martial God Main Hall.
Standing on the steps before the hall, Leian wore a black robe and stood as steady as an abyss, as imposing as a mountain. The distinctive aura of a god-level powerhouse radiated from his entire body.
Upon seeing that familiar figure with their own eyes, everyone immediately felt at ease. Then, as if by prior agreement, they dropped to one knee and shouted in unison:
"Welcome, Lord Martial God!"
Leian's eyes were half-closed as his deep gaze slowly swept over the crowd. A moment later, he raised a hand to signal for them to rise and said:
"I believe you have all seen what just happened. The Light Pope, Palmer, and the Dark Pope, Vittel, invaded Wuhun Mountain without cause. Both have now fallen beneath my sword!"
Hearing with their own ears that the Martial God had slain two god-level powerhouses, everyone was utterly shocked. Yet that shock quickly turned into fervor, and the entire plaza erupted.
"Victory! Victory..."
"Victory to Lord Martial God!"
Watching the cheering crowd, Leian smiled but did not stop them. He merely summoned Xilmon, Allen, and the Saint Realm elders into the hall.
Inside the hall, Leian