After Jiang Fan had completely left, the Seventh Elder's eyes narrowed into a dangerous slit, and in the next second, he flashed to the guard who had just left.
The guard was startled. "Seventh Elder, you... what brings you here?"
Before he could finish speaking, the Seventh Elder killed both guards with a single palm strike.
Before they died, both of them looked at the Seventh Elder with disbelief, not understanding why he wanted to kill them.
After killing the guards, the Seventh Elder rushed off to kill the patrol team that had passed by earlier.
The main goal is to leave no survivors, eliminating any potential threats to oneself.
Jiang Fan, on the other hand, had just escaped a short distance when he was startled by the sudden tremor.
If he hadn't been quick-witted and grabbed the wall in time, he probably would have fallen flat on his face by now.
What's going on?
He had felt a slight tremor while he was in the treasure vault, but it wasn't very noticeable. Plus, raiding someone's lair was too exciting, so he didn't have time to pay much attention to it.
Now that I'm out here, I realize how big the commotion was.
It doesn't really feel like an earthquake...
Amidst his confusion, he released his Psychic Power.
As soon as he released his Psychic Power, he saw a turtle with its tongue sticking out and its eyes seeing stars hurtling towards him.
Like a meteor or cannonball, it's so fast that no one can react at all.
"Holy shit!"
Jiang Fan thought his reaction was fast enough, but he couldn't keep up with the speed and force of the opponent's attack!
As a result, he was knocked away by a flying tortoise the moment he took one step out.
Fortunately, at that critical moment, Little White jumped out and stood in front of him like a shield.
Even so, the immense impact that slammed him against the wall felt like his internal organs were about to burst, causing him to grimace in pain, his face contorted in agony, and his body to convulse.
"Damn it! That hurts Lord Turtle, ouch--"
The familiar sound confirmed Jiang Fan's suspicions about what had hit him.
really!
It's that disgusting Little Turtle!
Also, it must have been the one that caused the commotion earlier.
Judging from the way that Little Turtle flew over just now, it was either swatted away or kicked away.
But who could possibly have such ability?
That's Divine Beast!
Could it be the current leader of the Church of Justice, the Pope who can go toe-to-toe with Yan Tianyang, the commander of their Great Xia Divine Wind Camp?
"Huh? There's someone else here?"
The Little Turtle looked at Jiang Fan, who was writhing on the ground clutching his stomach in pain, and was filled with astonishment.
Of course, the difference isn't just in the individuals.
Instead, the person who was hit by it didn't die.
Not only did he not die, he was also not seriously injured.
At this moment, Jiang Fan was still wearing a mask, so the Little Turtle didn't recognize him at first.
"Huh? This guy feels so familiar... I have this urge to kick him in the face."
No sooner had she finished speaking than she saw a bright orange creature walking towards her.
"Huh?"
This is not--
" Meow!"
Little White scratched the Little Turtle's face with its paw.
Holy crap!...
The Little Turtle covered its face and cried out loudly.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no! I'm going to be disfigured! Lord Turtle Yingjun, dashing face that's out of this world is ruined!"
At that moment, the Pope arrived like a whirlwind.
Upon seeing this chaotic scene, even the flight paused slightly.
" Jiang Fan, you son of a bitch! You actually ordered this guy to scratch my face! If Lord Turtle 'm disfigured, even that Crazy Old Woman from the Wang Family can't protect you, I'm telling you!"
The Little Turtle roared angrily at Jiang Fan, who had just gotten up. If it still didn't know who the person it had just knocked away was at this point, then it was completely out of its mind.
" Jiang Fan? You're Jiang Fan?"
The Pope looked at Jiang Fan as if he were already dead.
At the same time, Jiang Fan also sensed an extremely intense killing intent and a profound sense of danger.
Without a second thought, he took out his Spirit Weapon. Although he knew that in front of this person, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, he was by no means someone who would sit and wait to die.
The Pope's gaze immediately shifted to the Spirit Weapon in Jiang Fan's hand, his pupils contracting slightly, revealing a complex expression.
He then said in a nostalgic tone, "It's been so long since I've seen it. Back then, the Holy Lord really liked using it, but I never expected that he would give this treasure to that good-for-nothing Zhou Family member."
Speaking of this, Jiang Fan felt he was quite clear about the reasons.
The reason is nothing more than Zhou Lingxing poking holes in other people's back doors in front of the Holy Lord.
"What I never expected was that this treasure would end up in the hands of a little brat like you. Little one, I'm giving you a chance to live. Do you want it or not?"
Jiang Fan roughly guessed the Pope's thoughts, and in order to buy time so that Little White could recover, he pretended to hesitate for a few seconds.
What opportunity?
"Join my faith, be loyal to my faith," the Pope said, looking at Jiang Fan with an air of superiority.
Jiang Fan thought to himself: Just as I thought.
"You mean, you want me to betray the Great Xia?"
"Betrayal? My sect is also part of the Great Xia, how can you talk about betrayal?"
"Let me think about it."
Jiang Fan pretended to ponder.
Seeing his expression, the Little Turtle immediately bristled.
"You spineless bastard! I initially looked down on you, but I thought you had some backbone. I never expected you to be such a coward! If you dare agree, believe me, I'll smash you to pieces right now!"
Jiang Fan took two steps back to avoid being sprayed with the Little Turtle's saliva.
"I'm telling you, you yourself are the guardian Divine Beast of the Church of Justice, okay? It's one thing for others to get excited, but is it appropriate for you to get this worked up?"
"You know nothing! I'm not the guardian Divine Beast of the Church of Justice, I'm my master's guardian Divine Beast! Stop spouting nonsense! I'm warning you, I wasn't joking just now. If you dare join this bastard's cult, I'll absolutely smash you without hesitation!"
Jiang Fan could tell that the Little Turtle wasn't joking with him.
"If you expose me, how are you going to explain this to Fatty's ancestors?"
"I'll confess my ass! Someone as spineless as you dares to be compared to my master? If she knew what you did, she would never think of you as my master reincarnated again! Why would she still protect you?"
Um?!
The Pope suddenly looked at Jiang Fan, his pupils trembling slightly.
What did he just hear?
The reincarnation of the Holy Lord?
Jiang Fan?
While shocked, their gazes involuntarily fell on the Spirit Weapon in Jiang Fan's hand.
This Spirit Weapon is one of the Holy Lord's favorite weapons, and it has been specially sealed and restricted by him, so it is not something that just anyone can use.
Even he might not be able to break through it.
Based on what he knew, Jiang Fan could use it as he pleased.