Drip.
Bright red blood dripped onto the gray flagstones, all the more glaring against them.
Only then did the people around them recover from the shock of the sudden turn of events.
"How dare you..."
A priest of the Wealth Temple raised a hand and pointed at Qin Ran.
But before he could finish, Qin Ran cut him off.
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
"He insulted my Aitelinna, so he should have been prepared to pay with his life."
"And of course... the same goes for you!"
Qin Ran swept his gaze over the priest of the Wealth Temple and the people behind him. Everyone who met his eyes felt as though lightning had struck them.
[Dead Gaze]!
[Fear Illusion]!
The Wealth Lady's pale golden radiance appeared around the two priests, shielding them from the mental assault.
The ordinary deacons were not so fortunate.
Pfft! Pfft!
Although the Wealth Lady's pale golden radiance appeared around them as well, they still vomited blood and collapsed, one after another.
Deacons were only deacons.
They could never receive the same attention as priests.
But that was not what frightened them most.
Their true terror came from the rapier that emerged from the shadows.
Slender and resilient, the rapier was like the eyes of Death: cold, merciless, and brimming with murderous intent.
In a single breath.
Three deacons of the Wealth Temple were pierced through.
Then another three.
By the time the two priests of the Wealth Temple came to their senses, every deacon who had accompanied them was dead.
As for the attendants and servants?
Their heads had already burst under [Dead Gaze] and [Fear Illusion].
With their deacons, attendants, and servants all slain, the two priests' eyes bulged with fury.
Rage!
Hatred!
Killing intent!
As those emotions mingled, the two priests dropped to