"Ah! Where is that little beast!"
"Ah, tell me, where is that little bastard!"
A roar of extreme anger, mixed with endless hatred and ferocity, came from outside the door.
He, Cairns, a dignified Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall, was publicly beaten to such an embarrassing state, almost to death. If that person were not flayed alive, and their relatives and friends tortured to death, how could his hatred be appeased.
Bang!
Kicking open the door, Cairns, with a ferocious face, walked in. That face, which should have been beaten beyond recognition and teeth shattered by Wang Zhong, had now largely recovered.
"It seems that within the Spirit Hall, there exists an extremely powerful support-type Soul Master, and one who is a strong healer and restorer."
Wang Zhong stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching Cairns storm in.
"Little beast, who gave you the courage to stand there and not get down immediately!"
"And grovel on the ground and kowtow a hundred times, or I'll skin you alive along with your entire family!"
Slap!
As soon as the words fell, a loud slap echoed through the hall.
Cairns clutched his reddened face, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Lu Yun with surprise and confusion, but it was immediately followed by irrepressible fury.
"Lu Yun! You audacious scoundrel."
"A mere Red Bishop dares to strike me!"
His wide eyes, bloodshot and fierce, his ferocious and menacing appearance, like a mad dog.
"Cairns, no matter how dim-witted you are, no matter how arrogant you are, looking down on everyone."
"You must remember one thing clearly: everything you have was bestowed by His Majesty the Pope. That Queen who stands at the pinnacle, ruling over the Spirit Hall, is the monarch of our lives!"
"You seem to have forgotten her command!"
Lu Yun stood with his hands behind his back, casting a detached glance at the other, as if looking at a dead man.
He knew that the Cairns before him was a boor, a good-for-nothing, even an idiot!
But the authority and dictatorship of Bibi Dong forced him to accept such a person in the position of Platinum Bishop, while he himself became a Red Bishop to assist him.
However, Lu Yun had never expected that in just half a month, Cairns would have thrown that decree to the back of his mind, even forgetting the person in the portrait completely.
And dared to utter such treasonous words in front of them.
"What are you talking about?"
Cairns was momentarily unable to react, but Lu Yun's death-like gaze sent a chill from the bottom of his heart, spreading throughout his body.
"Disciple of the Pope!"
Just four words, as light as the wind, but they stirred up a monstrous storm in Cairns' heart, causing his entire brain to short-circuit on the spot.
His head stiffly turned, facing Wang Zhong who stood before him. That face, those green eyes, finally overlapped with the portrait at this moment, without the slightest difference.
The bones in his body seemed to be drawn out, and all his strength dissipated with those wind-like words. Cairns' body suddenly went weak, and he fell to his knees, prostrating himself almost like a dog, trembling all over.
"Cair... Cairns... ns... ns... ns... see..."
"See... see... Holy Son... Holy Son Your Highness... Highness!"
The arrogance and fury from before vanished without a trace, replaced by fear and trepidation. His shaking body was the best proof.
Was Cairns afraid of Wang Zhong?
No, they had only met today. How could there be fear!
He feared the invisible figure standing behind Wang Zhong, the incomparable Pope who ruled the Spirit Hall with an iron fist, a dictatorship, and a ruthless style, instilling awe from top to bottom.
She was the object of everyone's loyalty, and the source of everyone's trembling. Wang Zhong was merely the most dazzling pearl under the protection of that figure.
Wang Zhong coldly looked at Cairns, who was prostrate on the ground. The ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness in his eyes made even Lu Yun's heart tremble.
So similar! It was too similar!
That gaze shot out, as if letting him see Bibi Dong herself appear here!
"As expected of the Pope's direct disciple!"
At this moment, only this sentence echoed in Lu Yun's mind.
Raising his arm slightly, he extended his index finger, pointing at Cairns. A terrifying and surging soul power boiled within Wang Zhong. One yellow, one purple, two black, and one white, five soul rings, slowly rotated, making Lu Yun's scalp tingle.
The second ring a thousand years, the third ten thousand years, the fourth ten thousand years. With such a soul ring configuration, who among the younger generation of any sect, clan, or even country could compare.
A point of pitch-black sharp spike emerged from his fingertip, an extreme and terrifying coldness emanating from that point, causing the temperature of the entire hall to drop.
Just as Wang Zhong was about to pierce Cairns entirely with his first spirit ability in an instant, Lu Yun stepped in front of him, blocking Wang Zhong.
"Lu Yun, you wish to stop me!"
Wang Zhong frowned. The Cairns before him was, to put it bluntly, a complete boor and a good-for-nothing. His existence would only constantly tarnish the brilliant glory and majesty of the Spirit Hall, and bring disgrace to the woman seated on the throne.
Wang Zhong would never allow such an existence to live in the Spirit Hall!
"You cannot kill him!"
Lu Yun stared directly at Wang Zhong, facing the vast sea-like coldness and soul power fluctuations alone, with no trace of wavering or fear in his brows.
"Give me a reason."
Wang Zhong retracted his finger, looking directly at him.
"You are not qualified!"
The words were spoken with a resounding voice, decisive and firm. His unshakeable composure made even Wang Zhong cast a side glance.
"Whether it is Cairns, or myself."
"Our power, status, and identity were all personally bestowed by His Majesty the Pope. Everything about us, including our lives, belongs solely to His Majesty the Pope!"
"No one can casually decide our fate, not even you, the Pope's disciple!"
These words caused Wang Zhong to clench his fist and place his hands behind his back again.
Those words, devoid of any falsehood, carried the purest loyalty and sincerity.
Regardless of life or death, he, Lu Yun, was a minister to only one person!
"I understand."
Wang Zhong's gaze was filled with deep admiration and praise.
Such a loyal and devoted person, who also served his teacher, he truly was not qualified to kill him, nor was he qualified to kill Cairns, his colleague, in front of him.
Their lives could only be decided by Bibi Dong alone!
"I will fully record today's events in a letter. Cairns' life will be decided by my teacher."
"However, in my letter, I will recommend the abolition of Cairns' position as Platinum Bishop and your succession."
Wang Zhong walked out, and as he passed Lu Yun, he gently patted his shoulder, almost encouragingly saying.
"You have loyalty, and you have ability."
"I hope that under your leadership, the Star Luo Spirit Hall will become a place that everyone yearns for, praises, and also reveres."
"The Spirit Hall is supreme, and its glory is eternal!"
Lu Yun clasped his chest and bowed his head, his gaze determined and resolute.
"The Spirit Hall is supreme, and its glory is eternal!"