He opened his mouth and started spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
One mouthful after another, I felt like I was going to vomit up my internal organs.
It's easy to imagine how much of a shock he just experienced!
At this moment, the Early-Stage Ninth Rank Martial Artist was subjected to an unprecedented shock, before he could even recover.
The next second, Jiang Fan appeared in front of him without any warning.
This startled him so much that his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
He knew he couldn't escape.
He just couldn't understand it, he really couldn't understand it!
Just a moment ago, he was merely an ant Late-Stage Fourth Rank cultivator, whom he could easily manipulate and crush. How did he transform into such a terrifying being in the blink of an eye?
The scene shifts, and the Little Turtle, which was flying at high speed, suddenly hovers, its eyes wide with disbelief and barely contained excitement as it stares ahead.
"This—this is Master's aura! Master! It's definitely Master! Master has returned!"
Its voice trembled, tears welled up, and its four hooves moved uncontrollably up, down, left, and right, completely disobeying its brain.
"Master! Wait for me Little Turtle Little Turtle! I'm coming to find you!"
Now the Little Turtle was moving like a shooting star, many times faster than before.
"Wow--Pfft--"
The Early-Stage Ninth Rank Martial Artist was coughing up blood and spitting out more blood; most of his life force had vanished.
"You, you—who exactly are you?"
This question is utterly stupid. Who else could it be but the once-famous Jiang Fan?
He knew it, but he couldn't help asking a question he already knew the answer to.
Jiang Fan slowly raised his hand, looked at his palm, then at his hand, and finally took out his phone from his pocket and looked at his face.
After seeing his own face clearly, he frowned slightly, looking somewhat disgusted.
She pinched her hair again, her brows furrowing even deeper.
"Yeah, I looked better with long hair."
Upon seeing this, the Early-Stage Ninth Rank Martial Artist wore a strange, indescribable expression.
What exactly happened?
Could it be that Jiang Fan has some kind of split personality disorder?
His strength is negligible in his normal state, but becomes significantly stronger in his current state?
As if he had finally finished examining himself, Jiang Fan then looked directly at the Early-Stage Ninth Rank Martial Artist again.
To be precise, it's a bird's-eye view from a high vantage point.
This single glance instilled a deep fear in the Early-Stage Ninth Rank Martial Artist, but that wasn't the most terrifying thing.
Jiang Fan slowly uttered, "Seventh Elder, it's been a long time."
shock!
The Seventh Elder, whose name was mentioned, suddenly widened his pupils to the extreme, his gaze filled with an even more strange and curious expression.
"Who... who exactly are you? How do you know who I am?"
He was certain that before today, he and Jiang Fan had absolutely no connection whatsoever.
Moreover, Jiang Fan's strength at the Late-Stage Fourth Rank was simply not worth a second glance. If it weren't for the Pope's orders, he would never have given such an ant a second thought.
But at this moment, it was precisely this ant who, with just a single word of "get lost," inflicted severe injuries upon him!
"Sigh--" Jiang Fan sighed deeply, his tone slightly low, his deep and distant gaze looking in a certain direction, as if he was reminiscing about something.
Eighteen years have passed; everything has changed.
After sighing, he withdrew his gaze, paused for a moment, and looked at the Seventh Elder again.
"Are Niuwa students now in charge of teaching?"
This single sentence stirred up a storm in the Seventh Elder's heart!
Niuwa!
He had only ever heard this title from the Holy Lord in his entire life.
Only that great man would address the Pope in such a way.
"You--you--you are--is--"
"What? You still don't recognize me?"
Such an expression, such a tone!
The Seventh Elder seemed to see the shadow of another person in Jiang Fan.
Dressed in white with long hair, she resembled a banished immortal.
Having guessed the truth, the Seventh Elder's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he kept shaking.
He mustered all his strength to stand up, supporting himself on the broken tree stump behind him, and then knelt down with a thud.
They prostrated themselves in devotion, bowing deeply.
"Holy Lord!!!"
The Holy Lord is Jiang Fan! Jiang Fan is the reincarnation of the Holy Lord!
No wonder!
No wonder a 17-year-old boy from one of the most barren places like Fortress No. 31 became famous throughout the Great Xia in such a short time.
Not only is his strength at the Late-Stage Fourth Rank, but he is also Beast Tamer can contract dozens of demonic beasts, and Advanced Psychic!
Although His Majesty was not Spirit Master in his previous life, that is not the point.
The key point is that Jiang Fan is indeed the reincarnation of the Holy Lord!
etc!
If Jiang Fan is the reincarnation of the Holy Lord, then what about the Holy Son?
"You haven't answered the question from earlier," Jiang Fan asked calmly.
One sentence forcibly pulled the Seventh Elder back to his senses, and he said respectfully:
"Yes, yes, the Pope is indeed in charge and in power within the church now."
"It seems that's true." Jiang Fan frowned slightly.
He has just awakened and doesn't yet have much memory of his current body; he only vaguely knows some things.
"The Holy Son..." Jiang Fan seemed to be talking to himself, then chuckled softly.
"I never would have guessed that Niuwa had such a wolfish ambition."
Upon hearing this, the Seventh Elder trembled with fear and kowtowed repeatedly.
With just that one blow, his head was bleeding profusely.
Keep in mind that he is Early-Stage Ninth Rank Martial Artist, and the strength of his physical body is immeasurable.
Yet he managed to bang his head until it bled, which shows how much force he used.
This also reveals the deep-seated fear within him!
He wasn't stupid. The reincarnation of the Holy Lord was right before his eyes, and the Holy Son had been personally brought into the Church by the Pope, who had publicly announced that the Holy Son was the reincarnation of the Holy Lord.
Did His Holiness the Pope make a mistake?
Is it possible?
How could such a thing be wrong?
"Your Majesty, I was completely unaware of this matter! I was kept in the dark! I beg Your Majesty to give me another chance. I swear that I will be loyal to Your Majesty alone from beginning to end! If I break this vow, may I be punished by Heaven!"
After saying this, he kowtowed repeatedly, blood gushing from his forehead, leaving no spot unscathed.
"Time is running out." Jiang Fan frowned, his body swaying slightly.
"Your Majesty, what are you doing—" The Seventh Elder was interrupted by Jiang Fan before he could finish speaking.
"I'll give you two choices: one, I'll send you on your way; two, you sign a master-servant contract with me," Jiang Fan said.
"I choose option two: I choose to sign a master-servant contract with you!"
The Seventh Elder answered without the slightest hesitation.
"Alright." Jiang Fan formed hand seals, chanting obscure syllables, and finally thrust out his sword finger, striking the Seventh Elder's brow.
After doing all this, Jiang Fan's face turned ashen, and his voice became extremely weak and unsteady.