Faced with the abbot of the Imperial Fist Temple's reaction, Night Raid could tell that he was no weakling. After all, this was no ordinary temple—how could someone too weak become the abbot of the Imperial Fist Temple? Even so, they still looked disdainfully at everyone before them. Leone in particular clenched her fists and spoke solemnly.
"So that's how it is!"
Only after hearing Leone's words did the abbot realize... the real reason the Imperial Fist Temple had been attacked tonight was because of their cooperation with the minister.
But what could these self-righteous assassins possibly understand?
"Hmph, right and wrong are not for the likes of you to judge! We simply stand on different sides. And do you really think we have no way to deal with you?"
Although he was greatly shocked by the strength Night Raid had displayed, the abbot still spoke with a savage expression.
"Oh? What other tricks do you have? If you're only relying on the people currently here, then let me make this clear: we're definitely going to wipe out the Imperial Fist Temple!"
Mine dismissed the abbot's words with contempt. She aimed the barrel of her Imperial Arm, Pumpkin, at him, looking utterly arrogant, though she remained slightly wary inside.
"Have the elders not arrived yet?"
Unable to endure the arrogant words of a brat like Mine any longer, the abbot gritted his teeth and questioned the people beside him.
But just as his words fell, a dense flurry of footsteps rang out.
"The elders have arrived with all the enforcement disciples!" A voice suddenly sounded from behind the abbot.
"Excellent! Rats of Night Raid... your time to die has come." Hearing this, the abbot revealed a smug expression of victory.
"Is that so? Then let's try it!"
Unfazed by the