At that moment, almost everyone in the Church of Justice heard Jiang Fan's words, and many of them felt a sense of fear.
Most of these people either revere the legendary Holy Lord of the Church of Justice, or are elderly people who have seen the Holy Lord before.
Those who are less emotionally volatile are either forced to join the Church of Justice out of necessity, or they are evil people who come because they believe the Church of Justice's current ideology is not just.
The Holy Son had already rushed over because of the commotion, and had seen Jiang Fan, whom he hated to the core, and had also heard their conversation.
He vehemently denied the claim that Jiang Fan was the reincarnation of the Holy Lord of the Church of Justice.
One sentence to change --
Absolutely impossible!
However, none of that is the point. The point is Jiang Fan's last sentence.
The Pope is going to kill his father!!!
In other words, the Pope wants to take over, destroy the reincarnation of God, and thus truly become the head of the Church of Justice.
Others might doubt this claim, thinking it's too alarmist, but he deeply felt it was highly likely.
Not for any other reason than that, as the reincarnation of the Holy Lord, he was quite aware of the Pope's attitude towards him, which was utterly disrespectful and sometimes even disregarded.
"Could it be true, as Jiang Fan said, that the Pope really intends to eliminate me?"
Thinking of this, the Holy Son's heart became incredibly complicated, and fear and confusion uncontrollably surfaced in his eyes.
If that's the case, with his current strength, he'd be completely powerless to fight back...
What should he do?
The Pope's gaze towards Jiang Fan grew even more dangerous. "You think this divisive tactic will work? How naive! Do you think our Church of Justice members are idiots, that a few words can sway them?"
Whether this statement is useful, or how useful it is, is unknown.
Jiang Fan didn't care whether his words were useful or not; he said them only to buy time for Little White.
To be honest, deep down the Pope still didn't want to believe that Jiang Fan was the reincarnation of the Holy Lord.
Putting aside the Spirit Master, the most important thing is Jiang Fan's image.
He's disheveled, poorly dressed, and his fighting style is well-known—he just likes to carry a big sword and hack and slash. His style is wild and he has no regard for appearances whatsoever.
Their holy lord, with his flowing black hair and white robes, looked as if he had just stepped out of a painting. In battle, he wielded a long sword, effortlessly obliterating his enemies with a flick of his sleeve, leaving not a trace of dust behind.
"Alright, you don't need to stall any longer. Let me send you on your way as soon as possible."
He was about to make a move when, to the Pope, Jiang Fan was nothing but an ant, and killing him was just a matter of snapping his fingers.
In fact, the Pope did indeed raise his finger and point it at Jiang Fan.
With just a slight forward tap, a powerful wave of energy, carrying a suffocating pressure, suddenly surged towards Jiang Fan.
At this moment, Jiang Fan felt as if his blood was about to freeze, and his soul was about to be annihilated under this earth-shattering pressure.
Even so, even knowing he was no match for Jiang Fan, even with his bones about to be crushed and his soul about to perish, Jiang Fan never intended to sit idly by and wait for death.
At this critical moment between life and death, he took all his Spirit Weapon out of his storage space, hovering them in front of and beside him, staring intently at the Pope with a look of three parts resoluteness and three parts madness.
"You've never experienced the power of so many Spirit Weapon self-destructing at once, have you?"
He was trying to force the Pope to back down, not that he actually wanted to self-destruct.
So, he's gambling.
"This--this--you--"
The Pope's eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock, and it took him a long time to utter a complete sentence.
"You entered that treasure vault?!"
Before Jiang Fan could answer, the Pope impatiently asked again.
"Tell me! How exactly did you get into that treasure vault?!"
Jiang Fan could sense that the Pope was also unusually agitated, so agitated that he completely forgot his status as the leader of the Church of Justice, and was more like a wild beast about to go out of control.
What puzzled him most was that he detected a hint of fear in the Pope's expression.
And this sliver of fear is growing wildly at an indescribable speed.
His intuition told him that the Pope's fear was not due to the self-destruction of these Spirit Weapon, but to a deeper reason.
Just as he was wondering what was going on, the Little Turtle suddenly jumped in front of him, its outstretched hand trembling like a leaf.
"This... this... you... you... you... me... me... me... me... me... me..."
The rhythm of his stuttering is even more exaggerated than that of the Pope.
Especially those bulging eyes, which gave Jiang Fan the feeling that he should catch them in a basin.
What's wrong with all of them?
The Seventh Elder had seen him take out so many Spirit Weapon before, and although he was also shocked, compared to the Pope and the Little Turtle in front of him, it was just a drop in the ocean.
It wasn't until the Little Turtle uttered its next sentence that Jiang Fan finally understood.
"These are all the master's Spirit Weapon. They are all in a treasure vault personally sealed by the master, where no one can enter. How did you manage to get in?!"
I see.
Jiang Fan silently said to himself.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. He smiled slightly, put his hands behind his back, straightened his back, and adopted the demeanor of a master.
"Since that's the case, I'll lay my cards on the table and stop pretending."
"Cough cough."
He cleared his throat, puffing out his chest even more.
He spoke slowly and calmly, "That's right, the truth is exactly what you think. Don't doubt that you're wrong."
The Pope wanted him dead, but the Little Turtle seemed less inclined to save him.
It's fair to say that, as things stand, his life is in the hands of others.
This feeling made him quite unhappy!
Judging from the Pope and the Little Turtle, and the content of their conversation, the first treasury he broke into seemed to be the Holy Lord's private treasury, which was under a special restriction, preventing anyone from entering.
As for why he was able to get in, perhaps it was simply good luck; the barrier had fallen into disrepair over the years, and the spot he entered just happened to be quite weak.
Or perhaps for other reasons... he dared not think about it too deeply...
Pulling himself back to reality, he glanced at the Little Turtle and the Pope out of the corner of his eye.
Sure enough, the expressions on the faces of the man and the turtle were completely undisguised, constantly changing, making for a truly fascinating spectacle.
"Impossible! You couldn't be!"
To Jiang Fan's surprise, the first to jump out was the Holy Son, who had been hiding in a concealed place.
The Holy Son's face was twisted and ferocious, as if he wanted to skin Jiang Fan alive and tear him apart.
"I am the reincarnation of the Holy Lord! What are you?! You dare to challenge me! Don't think I don't know your background. Back in Fortress No. 31, you were nothing but a piece of trash with only 19N health! Your own parents abandoned you like trash! How could someone like you possibly be the reincarnation of the Holy Lord?!"