These words resonated with the Little Turtle, who lowered its head and muttered to itself incessantly.
"Yes, he couldn't be, how could he be? A piece of trash with only 19N, even if the master was reincarnated, the start couldn't be this miserable. And being abused like this by his own parents, if it were really the master, he would have tortured them to pieces long ago."
The Pope was initially quite moved by Jiang Fan's words, but after seeing the Little Turtle's reaction, the turbulent emotions subsided almost instantly.
You must know that the Little Turtle is Divine Beast contracted by the Holy Lord; how could it not even know who its master is?
Jiang Fan had been secretly observing everyone's reactions and could tell that his words hadn't had much effect, so he decided to intensify his efforts.
"Cough cough!"
He cleared his throat, slightly raised the Spirit Weapon in his hand, and looked at the Holy Son with a cold and indifferent gaze.
"You say I'm not, but if I'm not, then why am I able to use this Spirit Weapon?"
Looking at the Spirit Weapon before him, the Holy Son subconsciously thought of what had happened in the Zhou Family Cultivation Secret Realm. At this moment, he suddenly felt an intense burning pain on his face from Wang Yao's two whips, and humiliation grew wildly at this moment.
"How dare you say that! I was the one who lifted the seal, it was just that the effect was delayed, and you happened to benefit from the loophole!"
The Holy Son roared through gritted teeth, his finger pointing at Jiang Fan trembling uncontrollably, showing just how furious he was!
"Is that so? Then what about these Spirit Weapon around me? You've been with the Church of Justice for so many years, you couldn't possibly not know about the Holy Lord's treasury. Since you know about it, you must have tried to open it before, yet you've never been able to open it after all these years, isn't that right?"
It definitely hasn't been opened. If it had, and he could have easily taken out any Spirit Weapon from inside, he might not have survived back in the Zhou Family Secret Realm.
The Holy Son pursed his lips tightly, his throat tightened, anger choked him, and his bulging eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to bleed.
Seeing that his efforts were working, even the expressions of the Little Turtle and the Pope changed, and Jiang Fan decided to continue his deception in order to buy more time.
"You're right. I was useless in Fortress No. 31 before, but that was before my awakening, and it wasn't up to me."
Upon hearing this, both the human and the tortoise trembled, their eyes widening as they stared intently at Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan continued, "Aren't people curious about what incredible opportunity I've obtained? So—now you know what kind of opportunity I've obtained, right?"
One sentence stirred up a huge wave!
What opportunity?
Even a fool could guess what kind of opportunity Jiang Fan was referring to.
What else could it be?
Of course, it's about awakening past life memories!
This analysis is truly logically rigorous and flawless!
For a moment, everyone was speechless; the silence was so profound you could hear a pin drop.
Until the Little Turtle's voice, tinged with doubt and trembling, rang out.
"How could you possibly be? If you were, why don't you admit it? And—and you've denied your identity time and again!"
"Ahem." Jiang Fan cleared his throat again, then continued his blatant lie with a straight face, displaying his ability to lie without batting an eye.
"Of course I can't admit it. If I did, you would all protect me without hesitation. If that were the case, how could I grow up properly?"
Upon hearing this, the Little Turtle's mind went blank.
Although it was unwilling to admit it, what it said made a lot of sense.
But no matter how reasonable it is, it refuses to believe that this is the truth.
"Then—how do you explain the matter of Spirit Master? My master is not Spirit Master!"
"What's there to explain? After all, reincarnation is such an illogical thing, so what's so special about awakening Spirit Master?" Jiang Fan said.
The Little Turtle opened its mouth, its expression blank; clearly, it had been persuaded by Jiang Fan once again.
So it just stared blankly at Jiang Fan, its heart calmed down, its eyes unfocused, its mind blank, and its whole being—no, its entire turtle—was about to turn to stone.
This was considered a good condition; look at the Holy Son, he staggered backward until he crashed into the wall, making a sound that looked very painful, without even realizing it.
He kept frantically muttering, "No, that's not true! It can't be! I am the reincarnation of the Holy Lord! I am the real one! You're fake! You're lying! Yes! You're lying! You're only saying this to save your life!"
The more he spoke, the louder his voice became, the more impassioned his tone, and the more distorted his facial expressions became.
In the end, he seemed to be convinced by his own words.
"Pope, what are you waiting for? Kill this trespasser! Kill him! Tear him to pieces! I want his ashes scattered!"
These words brought the Pope back to his senses.
Yeah, who cares? Once you're dead, you're nothing.
Thinking of this, he bowed respectfully to the Holy Son, a rare occurrence for him.
"As the Holy Son commands, this man dares to impersonate your reincarnation. I will kill him on the spot to avenge you."
The voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone in the Church of Justice.
Yes, the Pope did it on purpose.
Regarding Jiang Fan's previous statement that he intended to kill his master.
He wanted everyone to understand that he did not intend to kill the Lord and thus take over the position of the true leader of the Church of Justice.
The Holy Son is the true reincarnation of their Holy Lord of the Church of Justice; he is merely obeying the Holy Leader's command to reincarnate.
This time, the Pope did not hesitate at all, nor did he intend to give Jiang Fan Jiang Fan chance to make a move, or even a chance to react.
After all, he was afraid that Jiang Fan might be pushed to the brink and resort to desperate measures, actually detonating those Spirit Weapon.
Including that sword, that makes a full hundred Spirit Weapon. If he were to self-destruct, he might save his own life, but the entire stronghold of the Church of Justice would likely be wiped out, along with its inhabitants.
It's anyone's guess when it will be time to rebuild.
In the blink of an eye, he had already attacked Jiang Fan with astonishing speed and overwhelming power, like a lion using its full strength to hunt a rabbit.
Little White!
Jiang Fan screamed desperately in his heart.
Meow~
Three seconds left?
It's too late!
Is he going to lose his life here today?
No!
He still has a trump card to save his life!!!
system!
Quick! Save your life!
"You dare to lay a hand on me, Lord Turtle Lord Turtle! Did I give you permission?!"
As the sound faded, the Little Turtle suddenly revealed its true form. The gigantic turtle spun and churned at high speed like a whirlwind, constantly counteracting the violent force of the impact.
Jiang Fan stood behind, slightly stunned. Although he couldn't see the Little Turtle with its head retracted into its shell and spinning rapidly, he could clearly sense the Little Turtle's strain and difficulty.
It's no exaggeration to say --
It's working desperately.