Chapter 678: The Old Lunatic
Everyone, including the four people inside the safe house, felt a bone-chilling wave of death!
Angi’s mental state appeared highly abnormal. After a low laugh, she twisted her neck like a zombie, scanning the surroundings, her gaze locking directly onto Leng Xiu.
Leng Xiu was terrified! He instantly transformed into ten blood bats and scattered in all directions. However, countless thin red threads shot out of thin air from all sides, swiftly binding all ten blood bats simultaneously. With a fierce pull, they exploded into a mist of blood!
The sky filled with blood mist was forced to re-condense into a vampire-like form. It flew backward and crashed into the tall pillar supporting the Holy See with a boom, cracking the stone pillar—
His pale cheeks were simultaneously permeated with wisps of black and purple death. He forcefully vomited a mouthful of dark, clotted blood.
In just one round of exchange, he was directly and heavily injured! Perhaps it was due to Leng Xiu having consumed too much energy previously to break the safe house’s seal, but he was still a Spirit Master of the Fourth Realm. Facing a Saint Realm expert, he should have been able to withstand a few attacks. By all rights, he shouldn’t have been so utterly defenseless. Unless, Saint Pastor Angi was indeed too strong!
The dense red threads in the air swirled like chaotic yarn, waving wildly. They quickly converged to form a strange humanoid shape and continued to attack Leng Xiu directly!
“Buzz—!” The space in front of Leng Xiu vibrated, emitting a molten red glow. Fencheng stepped out from the molten red glow. The approaching red thread humanoid immediately twisted and melted, being sucked into the scorching magma water forming a vortex on Fencheng’s face, dissolving and dispersing. A muffled voice, suppressing rage, emanated from the vortex, “Saint Pastor, please calm yourself.” Although he also wanted to kill this useless thing, Leng Xiu, he still had some use and couldn’t die just yet.
“Heh~” On the high steps, the old man in the gray robe hunched over, leaning on his scepter. He lowered his head and grinned creepily, “Hehehehe~~ Since there’s no Divine Faith Fruit, you brats of Burning Heaven, you shall become nourishment for the resurrection ritual!” As he spoke, the terrifying aura from his body surged again! It even vaguely approached the power of a Sage!
“!!” Inside the safe house, Xia Feng’s eyes widened as he watched the scene outside, his heart shocked. Although he had guessed that Saint Pastor Angi would be formidable, he hadn’t expected her to be this formidable! But it was good this way…
Let them fight! Let them all fight! Xia Feng thought expectantly. He had chosen this moment to steal the Divine Faith Fruit precisely to instigate a conflict between the Burning Heaven Apostle and Saint Pastor Angi. This way, he and the three women could take advantage of the chaos and have a chance to escape to safety.
“Saint Pastor.” Fencheng suddenly said in a deep voice. With a wave of his hand, a fruit surrounded by a crimson-gold rune floated out of the giant hand constructed from magma and flew directly towards Saint Pastor Angi. It was none other than the Divine Faith Fruit!
*Isn’t that my buddy? How do you still have one?* Xia Feng was stunned. He subconsciously checked his Nascent Ten Space. The Divine Faith Fruit was indeed with him. That is to say, this fruit belonged to Fencheng himself.
“This is a personal stash I obtained seven hundred years ago,” Fencheng’s voice was muffled. “Saint Pastor, can you calm down now?” Saint Pastor Angi’s surging aura stalled, and slowly receded. The strange blood-red glow in her clouded eyes faded. She raised her hand and caught the Divine Faith Fruit. Fencheng then turned his head and glanced at Leng Xiu, his majestic gaze extremely cold, “Blood Ghost, you owe me a life.”
The Divine Faith Fruit that Leng Xiu cultivated was initially obtained from a collective operation of the Burning Heaven Sacred Hall. It was public property and did not belong to Leng Xiu personally. However, Leng Xiu could use his merit in cultivating the Divine Faith Fruit to maturity to exchange for treasures he desired within the Burning Heaven system. As for the loss, the loss of the Divine Faith Fruit was a small matter. The failure of the Sumeru King Order transaction caused by the loss of the Divine Faith Fruit was the real issue! Leng Xiu understood that if the transaction failed because of him, he wouldn’t be let off easily by Your Excellency Tianci upon his return to Burning Heaven! He spat out blood, twisted his neck, got up, completely dispelling his usual lazy and crazy demeanor, and bowed respectfully to Fencheng.
“Hehehe~ This is the Divine Faith Fruit.” From the distant sky, the old man in the gray robe held the wondrous fruit, examining it under the moonlight. As he grinned and tilted his head back, his hood fell backward, revealing dry, grayish-white hair that resembled rotten branches, dancing wildly in the night. His lips stretched wider and wider, and the faded frenzied red glow in his eyes intensified to the extreme. His emaciated, ugly hand clenched! The Divine Faith Fruit instantly disintegrated, turning into crimson-gold spirit flow that poured into her mouth and nose.
“What are you doing!” The Apostles’ expressions changed slightly, and they rushed to stop her, but it was too late. The Divine Faith Fruit was usually used in conjunction with the God King Statue to obtain authority from the worshipped deity, but the process was very dramatic. Using it now was no different than blatant signaling to Moro Saint Pastor that there was an anomaly here. Although they, the Burning Angel Disciples, dared to enter Black Moon City, they had to act in secret. If their tracks were exposed, it would be akin to delivering their heads to Moro the Sage. They had assumed that Angi, in her desperation to escape Black Moon City, would not act too recklessly, no matter how frenzied she was. But they hadn’t expected her to go completely mad!
“Angi, are you seeking death!” Fencheng suppressed his anger tightly. “Why didn’t you wait until we left the city to use it!”
“Hehehe~~~ What do you people know!” “I can wait! But my elder sister can’t!” Her withered, sparse hair, like rotten willow branches, lashed at the woman’s crazed, ugly face. The aura that had receded began to surge at an outrageous speed! Faint divine light shot towards the sky.
“Buzz—!!!” The long mass benches and worship altars inside the Holy See turned to dust, and waves of energy surged!
“Old lunatic!” Leng Xiu cursed, turning and running. Fencheng and Jiying also quickly retreated from the tall building of the Holy See. However, the three of them were not truly fleeing, but quickly took positions on three sides outside the Holy See, circling around. They raised their hands to cast spells, constructing a spirit particle to unleash a seal barrier. At the same time, a beam of holy light descended from the sky, forming a luminous figure, which was none other than Light Disciple. He formed hand seals, also joining in the construction of the sealing barrier. Fortunately, with Light Disciple’s help, the barrier formed rapidly, blocking the divine light within the building before it could shoot up into the heavens from inside the Holy See.
Inside the Holy See. Xia Feng felt a bit numb, helplessly watching the scene outside. He was truly impressed. He had expected to see the Saint Pastor and the Apostles fight until both were severely injured. But he hadn’t expected Fencheng to have a hidden Divine Faith Fruit, nor had he expected Saint Pastor Angi’s mental state to be so abnormal. What was she trying to do? She had said earlier that she could wait, but her elder sister, Hethwe, couldn’t wait. But wasn’t Hethwe dead? Could it be… she had some means to resurrect Hethwe? As Xia Feng’s mind raced with guesses, Saint Pastor Angi, enveloped in divine golden light, rolled her cloudy eyes. After pausing for half a second, she suddenly looked down menacingly at the safe house below! A piercing cold premonition of death descended upon the souls of the four people! The old woman’s blemished face shone in the golden light. At this moment, she looked exceptionally sacred, yet her indifferent laughter was incredibly chilling: “Perfect, I’m short a sacrifice.”
