I started by slashing through the enemy's territory, and I drew so many affixes that my hands w

A series of sharp slashes severed the heads of the Su family stewards who were trying to escape. Their unwilling eyes gradually dimmed, and they finally fell to the cold ground.

At this point, apart from the two patriarchs who were fighting on the frontier and a few others, the entire Su family had perished.

Everyone still standing looked up at the figure in the sky.

The seeds of faith were planted in their hearts.

Jiang Qin spoke softly, his voice echoing through the mountain stream.

It's unclear whether this was meant for the people in the Spirit Suppression Bureau or for the Divine Realm warriors from various families.

Or perhaps they are rats from other forces hiding in the mountains.

"Rules are the absolute bottom line for protecting all people. I will not concern myself with the grudges and feuds between martial artists. True martial artists should take ordinary people as the boundary. Anyone who crosses this red line, no matter what kind of ancient clan has been passed down for hundreds of years, or what great achievements their ancestors have made, even if they are thousands of miles away, I will kill them!"

The soldiers were filled with excitement, and the drums beat and they shouted.

"They must be executed!"

"They must be executed!!"

"They must be executed!!!"

Half an hour later, they withdrew from Lingxi Mountain.

All the heads had been cut off, leaving only headless corpses.

Half a day later, a Jingguan (a mound of statues) appeared outside the Dongxing base city.

All members of the public are welcome to watch.

The news of the illustrious Su family being wiped out quickly spread throughout the circle, and Jiang Qin's reputation soared once again.

This incident is not just about establishing authority, but also about redefining the rules within the industry.

...

Let's go back to half a day ago.

After the dust settled.

On Lingxi Mountain, the once magnificent Su family mansion has been reduced to ashes. Headless corpses lie scattered in pools of blood, and the air is filled with a nauseating stench of blood.

Carrion crows flew in from afar, landed on the pile of corpses, and made a rough, hoarse cry.

Beneath the ruins lay a broken stele engraved with the Su family crest.

Beside the broken monument, a stone slab was silently pushed aside.

A blood-stained hand reached out from underground, grabbed onto the rubble, and laboriously dragged the body out of the cellar.

The boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate features, but at this moment he was so pale that he had no color in his skin.

He knelt in the ruins, staring blankly at the headless corpses scattered all over the ground—his people, his elders, his brothers and sisters.

Su Ting, the eldest grandson of the Su family.

He neither cried nor screamed.

Because Jiang Qin's people may not have gone far yet.

His grandfather, Su Wanqiu, gave him this jade pendant before he went to war—"If things are hopeless, live on."

He survived.

In the pitch-black cellar, he could hear the sounds of fighting, screams, and pleas for mercy coming from above.

He heard his second uncle's short, muffled groan as he was beheaded, heard his third sister's dying cry of "Grandpa," and heard the military personnel laughing and talking as they cut off the heads of their clansmen, as if they were harvesting crops.

From beginning to end, he bit his arm until it was bloody and raw, not daring to make a sound.

Until all the sounds disappeared.

Su Ting staggered to his feet and searched through the ruins for a long time.

He found his grandfather Su Wanqiu's headless body, his father's broken sword, and the rosary beads his mother had clutched tightly in her hand before she died.

He knelt on the ground and tucked the rosary beads into his robes.

"Father, Mother, Grandfather...Second Uncle, Third Sister..."

He read out the names one by one, his voice hoarse as if it were being scraped from sandpaper.

Then he stood up and walked down the mountain without looking back.

frontier.

My great-grandfather and second great-grandfather were still guarding the Great Wall on the frontier.

He wants to live.

To reach the frontier alive.

I was alive to see the two ancestors.

Tell them while they're still alive—the Su family is gone.

Outside Lingxi Mountain, the setting sun was like blood.

He vowed to make that person pay for his crime with blood!

...

Holy City.

This city wasn't originally called that.

Two years ago, a ferocious beast broke through the boundary, the old city fell, and the Pantheon took advantage of the chaos to occupy it and renamed it "Holy City".

The holy city of ten thousand cities, the land chosen by God.

The city's residents were forced to convert to Christianity, kneeling and praying in the square every morning, chanting divine hymns. Those who refused to kneel were hung on wooden racks at the city gate and left to dry as human skin flags.

The atmosphere in the black stone temple in the city center was so gloomy it was suffocating.

Twelve white-robed elders sat on either side of the long table, while the bishops stood in the back row, whispering like a flock of startled sparrows.

The candlelight flickered on the wall, casting distorted shadows of fear on their faces.

"He has come back to life."

The elderly man at the head of the left spoke, his voice hoarse, "The news has been confirmed. In Dongxing Base City, the entire Su family was massacred not long ago, and their heads were used to build a mound of corpses."

The room was deathly silent.

Jiang Qin.

This name is taboo within the Holy Church.

Two years ago, he stormed through the Black Soil City branch and slaughtered tens of thousands of ferocious beasts in Tianyun City.

Finally, the three vice-leaders sacrificed themselves to summon the gods to descend to earth, thus eliminating the man.

And now, he's actually back!

"What's the panic?"

The voice came from the end of the long table. It wasn't loud, but it was like a drop of ice water falling on hot skin, making everyone shiver at the same time.

The twelve elders suddenly stood up and knelt on one knee in front of the main seat.

"The Holy Leader".

She emerged from the shadows deep within the temple, barefoot.

Barefoot on the black stone ground, my ankles are slender and my arches are as beautiful as a crescent moon. With each step, pale golden patterns ripple silently under my feet, as if I were walking on invisible water.

The black stone was cold and rough, yet she walked away with composure.

The scarlet gown trailed on the ground, and instead of flowers, birds, insects, and fish, the hem was embroidered with half-open vertical pupils. As the hem swayed, those pupils seemed to come alive, opening and closing, coldly scrutinizing everyone in the hall.

The belt around her waist was loosely tied, highlighting her incredibly slender waist.

Her collar was slightly open, revealing a divine pattern made of gold foil in the hollow of her collarbone, which rose and fell gently with her breath.

The current head of the Holy Church.

No one knows her real name.

Two years ago, all three vice leaders perished, and the gods appointed her to succeed as the Holy Leader.

Two years have passed, and all those who questioned her are now lost in the abyss.

She walked to the head of the table but did not sit down.

A slender hand emerged from the red sleeve, its five fingers slightly spread.

A ball of golden flame rose from his palm, outlining a phantom image of a vertical pupil in the air.

The vertical pupils slowly rotated, as if looking down at every terrified face in the room.

The elders lowered their heads even further, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads onto the black stone ground.

"The divine decree has been issued."

Her voice trembled with a subtle, almost pleasurable quality.

"The barrier's suppression of the gods remains, only temporarily, making it inconvenient for them to descend. Let that man live a few more days for now."

The vertical pupil phantom suddenly expanded, and golden light flooded the entire temple like a tide.

The elders trembled in the light, unsure whether it was from excitement or fear.

"It won't be long before the barrier collapses completely. When the gods descend upon this world, Jiang Qin will be nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust beneath the divine fire."

Her voice trailed off very softly, like a lover whispering in her ear.

If Jiang Qin were here, he would recognize her.

This so-called Holy Leader is the red-clad woman from the Pantheon who was beaten half to death by him in Tianyun City.