The Divine Scepter's Ownership (Thanks to "Mighty Little Bear" for the generous support!)
Alas--
Under the fierce impact of the mighty Sword Qi, the dark Sea of Clouds gradually dissipated in the sky, and the view became clear again.
The two from the White Country then realized they had forgotten to breathe. As they gasped for air, they couldn't help but exchange a glance, both seeing the shock and disbelief in each other's eyes.
As a Martial Dao Grandmaster, he could at least perform basic aura detection.
The imposing aura of that pope had vanished completely.
There are generally two reasons for this situation. One is that the person involved managed to conceal their aura well, but given the state of the pope who had just been cast down to earth, he was probably no longer able to do so.
Then, the truth becomes clear.
"Kill him..."
Yevna collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the now clear sky, feeling utterly exhausted.
The leader of the Divine Cult is, in the end, merely a powerful figure who safeguards the nation of the Golden Moon Country.
Although it will cause a global uproar, the scale and magnitude of the shock will be far less than that caused by the Pope this time.
That's the Pope of the Temple, basically the true head of the Federation.
At least a dozen demigods have died at her hands.
As an unprecedented Emperor of the Federation, a peerless genius who once dominated his era, he died in such a wretched manner...
Even from a great distance, Yevna could hear Chris Zhenlin's terrified screams before her death, her posture so humble it was almost as if she were in the dust, yet she still could not escape her fate.
"..."
I must say, he truly lives up to his reputation as a senior like Ye Li.
Yevna thought half-jokingly, but at this moment she couldn't laugh at all; instead, she was filled with deep awe.
Unable to calm the turmoil in her heart, she could only silently slump to the ground, clutching her head in her hands, becoming a motionless statue in the wind.
As for that magnanimous man, he had almost thanked all his ancestors for eighteen generations.
He had never felt so close to death.
If only they had been a little more arrogant back then...
The once-proud man felt a deep sense of lingering fear and secretly vowed never to show off again.
The intense feeling of suffocation almost engulfed the two people from the White Country.
"Should we go say hello?" Yevna suggested in a hoarse voice.
"Just kill me."
The burly man's smile was more like a grimace; he had lost all interest in exploring the Secret Realm and only wanted to return to the warm embrace of the White Country as soon as possible.
What are you doing?
In the vast forest, more than half destroyed.
Ye Li picked up the still-shattering, dazzling divine staff, turned to look at the blonde woman, and said indifferently, "Don't you want to live anymore?"
"I beg you... to return the staff to the temple."
Isabella knelt on the ground, her silver armor beside her. Her gesture of submission was quite practiced, but her eyes were dull and lifeless, as if her heart had turned to ashes.
This kind of behavior had already occurred once before in the Azure Dragon Mountains.
She thought she could finally avenge herself, but the opponent's strength made her vengeful heart look utterly ridiculous.
That internationally renowned Chris Zhenlin, just like that, died, died...
A surge of intense bitterness welled up in Isabella's nose; the unprecedented despair rendered her utterly incapable of resisting.
"Are you dreaming? This is my spoils."
Ye Li casually withdrew his gaze. If the other party's Dao Heart hadn't shattered prematurely, he would have met the same fate.
"Get up quickly, then go back to the Federation to rebuild your Dao Heart, and don't get in my way here."
The successful harvest of vegetables lifted his spirits considerably, even though he had been feeling a bit down.
Since the plan works, let's try it again.
Moreover, witnesses to this place are few and far between, and its Infamy Level still needs to be raised.
The two from the White Country might keep quiet out of fear, but the Knight King before them would likely relay the truth to the temple's higher-ups.
"..."
Isabella looked up in a daze. She hadn't expected that he would still choose not to kill her this time. Could it be...?
"My patience is limited."
However, the boy's cold voice shattered her illusion the next moment. "I'll give you three seconds."
Upon hearing this, Isabella stood up, her face pale, and her silver armor instantly reappeared on her body.
Then, she looked at the dazzling staff and said, pursing her lips:
"The magic staff is..."
"Three."
"..."
Isabella swallowed hard, then gritted her teeth and walked away into the distance with an unusually lonely air.
The news of the Pope's death still needs to be delivered by her.
Moreover, that divine staff also carries the power of faith from thousands of temple branches, making it an extremely precious Treasured Artifacts at the Hegemony Realm.
This matter is of great importance and can be considered one of the temple's most prized possessions.
His own Pope had once used this to severely injure a martial artist at the Seventh Tier of the Hegemony Realm, but unexpectedly, even with this divine weapon in hand, he still met a tragic end, dying and dissipating.
It's disheartening that even the divine staff couldn't be retrieved.
P. S.: The weather changed so much that I accidentally caught a cold and had a fever. Fortunately, it wasn't too serious, which is a blessing in disguise.