From the rift in the night sky, a fair-skinned old man slowly drifted down.
The old man did not summon a martial soul, nor did any Soul Rings shine beneath his feet.
He hovered in midair by the strength of his flesh alone.
An invisible pressure enveloped the entire imperial palace hall.
"Ascending the throne? Do you really think the Blood Fiend Formation I spent years setting up was so simple?"
The fair-skinned old man looked down at everyone on the jade steps.
His gaze swept over Xue Ye's corpse lying on the ground.
As if he were looking at a dead ant.
Ning Fengzhi forced himself upright and shielded Ning Rongrong behind him.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda trembled faintly in his palm.
"Who are you, sir?!"
"How dare you behave so outrageously in the Heaven Dou Palace!"
The fair-skinned old man landed in the middle of the square.
He clasped his hands behind his back.
"I am Wan Cangshan."
"The world is full of fools. They prefer to call me the leader of the Holy Church."
The entire hall fell deathly silent.
Gu Rong clutched his broken arm, grinding his teeth in hatred.
"You beat the young one, and now the old one has come. The Holy Church's mastermind already blew himself up—have you come to collect the body, Leader?"
Wan Cangshan did not grow angry.
His expression remained calm.
"Collect a body?"
"As long as I do not permit it, even a pawn of the Holy Church cannot die if it wishes to."
Wan Cangshan raised his right hand.
His fingertips lightly traced through the air.
Drawing a strange blood-red rune.
It was not a fluctuation of soul power.
It was a seal that drew upon the laws of heaven and earth.
Below the jade steps, the