“Don’t worry. The Light Church hasn’t become so powerful that they can send me running for my life yet.” A smiling Meng Lei said, “Let’s go and pay them a visit!”
“Sigh! I really don’t know what to do with you!”
Ol’ Amos sighed and left the office with Meng Lei. He was then stunned by the Light Church’s luxurious line-up right away—innumerable knights clad in light-elemental armor stood afloat in the sky. They wore light-elemental metal helmets, grasped light-elemental sacred swords, and were as holy and pure as angels.
A student exclaimed, “It’s the Knights of Light!”
“No, they aren’t the Knights of Light but the Light Church’s most elite Holy Maiden Knights!”
A teacher corrected them and said, “Take a good look—the badges pinned on the knights’ chests are in the shape of angels. That’s the symbol unique to the Holy Maiden Knights.”
“The Holy Maiden Knights? That’s the elite order of knights dedicated to protecting the Holy Maiden of Light, aren’t they? Even the weakest among them is at least a Saint Domain. Could the Holy Maiden of Light have actually come in person?”
“Oh my god! Even the Holy Maiden of Light herself has come...”
“Meng Lei, things have become rather troublesome!”
Ol’ Amos’ gaze was fixed on the Holy Maiden Knights. He had a grave look on his face, and even his voice had become rather deep and low.
“Perhaps, I guess.”
Meng Lei gave him a noncommittal smile and said, “The other party’s line-up is certainly impressive—there are 24 half-deities and even a true god among them. On top of that, it’s even a pinnacle-level true god.”
Ol’ Amos gasped. “A p-pinnacle-level true god? How are we supposed to even fight them?”
“Amos, you’ve colluded with a demon from another continent to bring calamity to the Light Continent and are deeply mired in sin!”
Archbishop Chicas stepped forward from among the crowd and said, “Get on your knees and repent! What are you waiting for?”
“What’s he talking about?”
“What does he mean by a demon from another continent?”
“Could he be talking about that expert standing beside Mr. President? Is that expert from another continent?”
All the students and teachers of Kroc Academy shifted their curious and puzzled gazes to Meng Lei.
“Stop spouting such nonsense to fool the world, Chicas! The Light Church is always playing the same old tricks. Can’t you think of something new?”
Ol’ Amos said coldly, “Let’s battle if that’s what you want! I’m ready for you anytime, so cut the crap!”
“To think you’re actually that insistent on being unrepentant!” Archbishop Chicas ordered coldly, “Men, capture him and bring him back to the Holy Mountain so that he can be put on trial!”
“Yes, sir!”
Ten half-deities immediately shot forth at his command and lunged toward Ol’ Amos.
Meanwhile, Archbishop Chicas’ eyes, which were filled with fearful reservations and a look of warning, bore deeply into Meng Lei.
“Good job on making it here!”
Ol’ Amos let out a deep war cry. He was just about to go forward and meet their attacks when Meng Lei stopped him. He said, “Let me do it instead, Ol’ President. I can also take this opportunity to show you the results of my cultivation during the last three years.”
“This... Alright!”
Ol’ Amos sighed, choosing not to reject his offer. Indeed, he certainly didn’t have even a shred of confidence when up against such terrifying power from the Light Church.
Now that things had come to this, he could only pin his hopes on Meng Lei.
Meng Lei took a step forward. His gaze swept slowly and leisurely across the Light Church men as he said calmly, “I’m in a good mood today and don’t wish to go on a killing spree. I’ll give you a chance—vanish from my sight at once!”
“How dare you!”
“How presumptuous!”
“How impudent!”
The Light Church men flew into a rage at his words. The ten half-deities that had lunged at Ol’ Amos previously immediately changed their course of motion and charged brazenly toward Meng Lei instead.
They transformed into ten white lightning bolts, the friction of their movement against the air producing crackling whizzing sounds like the whistling of trains.
“Die, you devil!”
“Those that challenge the Light Church’s authority shall... Die!”
“You think too highly of yourselves!”
Meng Lei shook his head slightly. Then, he reached out a finger, tapped lightly in the air, and commanded, “Freeze!”
Buzz...
The dimension instantly solidified, and the ten half-deities that had initially been charging toward Meng Lei with great momentum froze where they were, completely immobilized.
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Disperse!”
With a wave from Meng Lei, the ten half-deities instantly exploded into ten veils of bloody mist.
Their heads exploded into a bloody mist.
Their bones exploded into a bloody mist.
Their limbs exploded into a bloody mist.
Their entrails exploded into a bloody mist.
All their internal organs exploded into bloody mists.
The mists of blood scattered with the wind and floated toward the Light Church men, drowning them out in the blink of an eye.
Archbishop Chicas included, everyone from the church couldn’t help but gasp.
Ten half-deities... had died just like that?
They hadn’t made any waves... They hadn’t flown up to the other party... In fact, they hadn’t even caused much of a commotion, if at all...
Yet they had already been blasted into mists of blood?
Gulp!
Archbishop Chicas swallowed hard as a hint of indescribable fear surfaced in his eyes.
The ten ascetic cultivators had all been pinnacle-level half-deities and had been pillars of support in the church. Yet they had been instantly taken out?
Just how frighteningly strong was the other party?
And how terrifying was his power?
“Initially, I couldn’t be bothered about the Light Church because I’ve only just come to this continent.
