"Hiss!"
Golden Crocodile and the others sucked in a cold breath. A god! That word was etched into Spirit Hall's faith, so close yet so distant. They had never imagined they would encounter one today.
"Big brother..."
Golden Crocodile's legs went weak. Had he just said he wanted to fight a god?
Qian Daoliu sighed.
"The fact that he has not attacked us directly means he bears us no ill will. We must not be disrespectful. Just protect the people in the city."
With that, Qian Daoliu closed his eyes and began meditating. He had already used angel divine power to protect the city's residents and deacons.
As for the Papal Hall... alas, they would build another one. Spirit Hall was not short on money anyway.
Besides, he had his own selfish motives. Bibi Dong had grown increasingly domineering over the past few years. This was the perfect opportunity to weaken her, bring Xue'er back to take control of Spirit Hall, and restore the Angel God's former glory.
Over at the Papal Hall, Bibi Dong saw only holy light rising from the Worship Hall, forming a curtain of rain in the sky. Then there was no further movement.
"..."
The corners of Sunday's lips lifted, and he chuckled softly.
"Why isn't anyone coming? Where are your helpers?"
Beneath her mask, Bibi Dong's face flushed. Part of it was the burn of embarrassment. She had shouted so loudly, yet they had not given her so much as a damn reply.
The other part was anger. Normally, Qian Daoliu valued Spirit Hall and faith in the Angel God above all else.
Yet at this critical moment, he had chosen to acquiesce. How could she not be furious?
Bibi Dong was riding a tiger with no way to dismount now. Since Qian Daoliu