The two nearby streets have been reduced to ruins.
All the men in gray coats entered.
However, there was nothing to clean.
The shock and impact of the battle between two Level Nine Martial Artist reduced everything to dust.
" The Preacher isn't dead?" asked the Slacking on the Sidelines, incredulous.
"Didn't the Saber King chop him into mincemeat? How is he still alive?!"
The other Hunter were equally shocked.
Qin Ze explained the reason, "The walking stick is the true vessel for the Preacher; no matter how many times the physical body dies, it's useless."
The Scholar said, " The Preacher will inevitably go into hiding, and it will be very difficult to find him again."
Qin Ze said confidently, "I have a brilliant plan."
Even if he flees to the ends of the earth, I will find him.
Unbeknownst to everyone, including the Preacher, Qin Ze had planted a ward next to Preacher.
Seeing Qin Ze's confident demeanor, the Hunter said nothing more.
"Let's go, take me to the fanatics you found."
As night fell, Slacking on the Sidelines and the others led Qin Ze to an abandoned stadium.
Both above and below ground, all exits were strictly guarded by men in gray coats.
At this moment, nearly a thousand people have gathered in the stadium.
There were no more than two hundred ordinary people among them; the rest were all first or second-level martial artists.
After scanning the area, Qin Ze discovered that they were all fanatics, and the speed at which they were "preaching" far exceeded his expectations.
A man in a gray overcoat approached the group. "All the ordinary people in the city are here."
"Nine out of ten are high school students from North Star City."
"I just arrived by bus yesterday evening. The school said it was to show the students the hardships of martial arts."
"They'll be seniors soon, so compared to that, the hardships they've endured are nothing."
The gray coat's words awakened Qin Ze's memories of his high school days.
He remembered that on the first day of his senior year, the school organized a long-distance hike for them, which was nearly 30 kilometers round trip.
Qin Ze couldn't help but sigh, "So all schools across the continent are the same."
The man in the gray coat was taken aback. "What did you say?"
"Nothing."
Qin Ze finally understood why the Preacher hadn't gone to the wealthy businessman's son's place last night.
It turns out he went to preach to the students.
Qin Ze leaped into the air and stood directly above the stadium.
The agitated fanatics quieted down for a moment, all looking up at Qin Ze, wondering what tricks these gray-coated men were up to this time.
One of the fanatics shouted, "God protect us!"
The remaining fanatics echoed, "God protect us!"
At this moment, Qin Ze activated the Source of God, and golden divine light burst forth from his body, illuminating the entire stadium.
Qin Ze, suspended in mid-air, resembled a sun, radiating a dazzling light that made it impossible to look directly at him.
Lu Tongtong stared at the sun in the sky, momentarily stunned.
He murmured Slacking on the Sidelines, "They're so similar."
The Taoist said, "You all think so too?"
The Scholar pondered for a moment, "They probably practiced a similar cultivation technique."
Although there are similarities, there are far too many differences.
The Hunter simply attributed it to coincidence.
Under the light of God, the Corruption on the fanatics quickly vanished.
Everyone in the stadium returned to normal, looking at each other blankly, wondering why they were there.
The inspectors were overjoyed, never expecting that Qin Ze would actually purify them.
He quickly had the men in gray coats come in to maintain order and lead everyone away in an orderly manner.
Qin Ze returned to his original spot, looking utterly exhausted, feeling completely drained, his stamina practically equivalent to that of a " Three-Second Real Man."
Qin Ze didn't feel anything after purging one or two fanatics.
The fact that so many things could be purified at once was really too much for him to handle.
Fortunately, Lao Dao wasn't purified before, as the Corruption on his body was far too severe.
With Lao Dao's physical strength, even without his purification, the Corruption could be completely cleaned up in less than twenty minutes.
Slacking on the Sidelines and gives Qin Ze a thumbs up.
"Wow, bro!"
"I thought all these fanatics should be killed."
Qin Ze shook his head. "Although I can purify them, there are too many of them, and my ability is limited."
"Treating an epidemic cannot be done by merely treating the symptoms and not the root cause."
"The most urgent task is to find the Corruption as soon as possible."
Slacking on the Sidelines replied, "We'll continue working overtime tonight."
Qin Ze waved his hand and left, dragging his weary body away.
At the same time, the Believer Clone, which was inside the "eggshell," suddenly emerged from a swamp.
A black cane inlaid with rubies floated silently in front of him.
The clone looked around; the place appeared to be an abandoned factory.
Everything was dilapidated, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of dust.
A giant picture, five or six meters long, hangs on the wall not far away.
The image depicts a thick mass of gray fog.
A massive figure could be vaguely seen through the gray fog.
A simple altar was placed directly in front of the "divine image".
However, there were no offerings or decorations on it; it was completely empty.
The Believer Clone excitedly exclaimed on the Local Area Network, "I'm going to make a huge contribution this time!"
They infiltrated the enemy's ranks effortlessly.
Who else!
Suddenly, golden light shone through the broken window, nearly blinding the unsuspecting clone.
"Who's showing off like that, it's so blatant!"
Qin Ze replied, "Quickly confirm your location."
The Believer Clone impatiently, "I know, I know, just wait patiently for me to take you flying."
The ruby set at the top of the cane now emitted a dark red glow.
Flesh and Blood rapidly formed in the light, and the Preacher soon reappeared.
Despite his surprise, the Believer Clone, still feeling a sense of mission as the best actor, exclaimed in admiration, "Are you perhaps the messenger of God?"
The Preacher was very satisfied with the clone's reaction.
"That's right, I am God's messenger, the only Preacher."
The Believer Clone, his face filled with worship, asked, "Then could you perform a holy baptism on me?"
The Preacher shook his head. "Your loyalty no longer needs baptism."
The clone proudly puffed out its chest.
Absolute loyalty!
Immediately, the Preacher looked at the window through which divine light had just entered and said coldly, " The Source of God, possessing the power of purification, is a great threat that must be eradicated."
The Believer Clone asked, "Since you are a divine messenger, why didn't you manage to get that brute with the twin swords to join us earlier?"
The Preacher explained, "Passing on the holiness of our Lord is a gradual process, and in every world, it must begin with the most numerous ordinary beings."
"At that time, ordinary beings will pass on the skill to Level One Martial Artist, Level One Martial Artist will pass on the skill to Level Two Martial Artist, and so on."
"This method of transmission is the most stable and will never fail."
"Even when I attempt to directly transfer the divine essence across levels, the success rate is less than 10%, no matter how much divine power is transferred."
"The warrior wielding dual swords today is among the top fighters in your world, and success is virtually impossible."
"I only intended to purify him with the divine power of the Lord, but I didn't expect his body to be so impure, which corrupted the divine power, and that's why I failed."