What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

The Pope's voice, carrying a touch of emotion, reached the ears of the world: "I thought you would appear before me immediately, but I didn't expect it to be now. It seems you have changed as well."

Su Yan looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Your words are so boring and unchanging."

The Pope smiled but said nothing.

He hasn't heard similar mockery or disdain since he started sitting in the church in recent years, and all his communication has been with the believers of the Sleeping Church.

At this moment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

Listening to this conversation, people initially did not know who the young woman's voice was, although there was a vague sense of familiarity in it, but it was still difficult to remember.

Many people looked up, only to find that there was no one else in front of the Pope. Their eyes instinctively wandered in all directions, trying to find the source of the female voice.

However, in the next second, Su Yan took a step forward.

She then went to the top of the building and stood in front of the Pope, in her true form.

Those gazes that hadn't yet shifted fell upon her, and after a very brief silence, everyone recognized her.

The world was completely silent.

Immediately afterwards, cheers surged like waves, emanating from the Special Affairs Bureau building and spreading outwards in all directions, their momentum undiminished until they resembled a tsunami.

The messenger of natural disasters has maintained his selfless kindness for years, earning him a great reputation.

As a figurehead, Su Yan has rarely spoken over the years, always busy. People have hardly seen her face or heard her voice, so she is naturally unfamiliar to them.

This unfamiliarity is merely a matter of distance; it doesn't mean people are unfamiliar with her.

On the contrary, almost everyone in the world knows her, more than the other six fifth-tier peak experts—because of what she has done.

To ordinary people, she and her messenger of natural disasters represent the last glimmer of warmth in the extraordinary world since the spiritual energy revival began twenty-three years ago.

He is also the only saint.

This is the real Su Yan.

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Su Yan appeared at the top floor of the Special Affairs Bureau building, which was now half ruins.

She glanced at the Pope once, then looked away, focusing her gaze on the red line.

Lu Xiu's face was pale. Looking at her profile, he said weakly, "The Pope can't simply ignore the Void Slash and drag it directly into the dream. I can help you restrict his movements..."

He didn't finish his sentence because he saw something incomprehensible.

Su Yan extended a finger and gently placed it on the bloodline floating in the air, as if plucking a string on a musical instrument, casually strumming it.

The bloodline made no sound, but suddenly began to tremble, and its rich, blood-like color began to fade at an extremely fast speed.

The Pope watched this scene with a touch of emotion in his eyes.

"unnecessary."

Su Yan said, "Although I don't like you, it's not enough to make you die."

Lu Xiu remained silent.

He had previously gripped the Void Slash and channeled the lightning-infused blood into it, already resigned to death. How could he have imagined this sudden turn of events?

"More importantly..."

The Pope lamented, "Once she's decided to kill, who has the right to help her or meddle in her affairs?"

In today's world, the seven peak fifth-tier individuals have already gained a deep understanding of each other's personalities through countless conflicts of interest.

Just as the Pope said, Su Yan rarely takes action, but once she decides to act, she will never team up with anyone.

Su Yan didn't bother to speak, because it was the truth.

Lu Xiu looked at her, wanting to speak again and persuade her with reason and emotion.

Suddenly a gust of wind came.

All sounds were buried in the wind, no longer discernible, leaving only a blur.

A small fist arrived along with the cold wind.

That punch didn't look very powerful; it felt like a joke, almost childish.

Surprisingly, the Pope's expression suddenly became more serious.

For the first time since arriving in Xin Chu, he stopped moving forward and took a step back, his figure gradually blurring, as if he could vanish like a dream at any moment.

Su Yan ignored him and continued to thrust her fist forward.

The distance between the two was extremely short, less than twenty meters.

All of this happened in an instant.

The Pope is about to depart.

Su Yan disappeared from the world even before him.

As she disappeared, a faint ray of light appeared beneath the gloomy sky.

Then, the light dissipated.

A fist landed on the Pope's chest, pressing down on his white robes that billowed without wind.

Then came absolute silence.

Half a second later.

Thunder roared again.

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"That's why I've never really liked being innocent."

Shen Muchan watched this scene from afar and said in a slightly cold voice, "It's just plain shameless behavior. She looks like a shrew. What's the point?"

Gu Yuqiu found it somewhat amusing and asked, "Do you have the right to say such things?"

From any perspective, manipulating the flow of time is an extremely unscrupulous power, and a possibility of immortality.

Shen Muchan sneered and remained silent.

Before Su Yan reached the peak of the fifth rank, she had fought with her opponent several times, all of which ended unpleasantly.

This was related to the outcome of the battle, but more so because she felt that fighting the Innocent Queen was an extremely meaningless and disgusting thing.

the reason is simple.

The true power wielded by the Innocent Queen, when applied to combat, is the very essence of the word "forbidden."

Before her, neither Shen Muchan's manipulation of time nor the chaotic space created by the Void Slash were things she could easily erase.

Anyone who uses every means to eliminate someone, and is still wiped out by a wave of their hand, will feel a deep sense of disgust, especially towards those who are extraordinary.

"And it's not invincible."

Gu Yuqiu said softly, "Otherwise, why couldn't she beat me back then?"

Shen Muchan was very curious and asked, "How did you beat her?"

Gu Yuqiu gave her a deep look and said, "My way of defeating Su Yan is relatively simple."

"So you're not going to tell me." Shen Muchan's tone was very calm.

This was genuine calm, because she knew very well that her relationship with Gu Yuqiu could never compare to that with Su Yan's, and how could the other party possibly tell her that?

"Wrong."

Gu Yuqiu smiled and said, "I won because she couldn't kill all my people, that's all."

Shen Muchan remained silent.

Gu Yuqiu sighed, "It's just that you can't do it anymore. After all, where in this world are there so many fourth- and fifth-tier beings left?"

Shen Muchan couldn't help but laugh, and said mockingly, "Yes, you killed most of them, so they really can't be found."

She didn't want to talk about that anymore, and instead asked, "Who won this battle?"

Gu Yuqiu said, "You will only ever hear one answer from me."

Shen Muchan looked at her, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and said, "Su Yan isn't here, what's the point of you doing this?"

Gu Yuqiu said, "Of course it's meaningful, and it's very important."

What does it mean?

"Should I tell her later, and... take credit from her?"

Shen Muchan didn't know what to say.

Only after the thunder subsided did she slowly speak, saying earnestly, "Gu Yuqiu, it turns out you're even more boring than I imagined."

Gu Yuqiu turned her head and looked at her, asking, "Is this the reason why you don't resent me as much as before?"

Shen Muchan remained silent.

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More than ten kilometers away, Lin Mushi stood amidst the ruins on the top floor of the building, his expression extremely grim.

She was like a complete outsider; neither Su Yan nor Lu Xiu glanced at her during their previous conversation, completely ignoring her.

This is only natural.

But she still felt terrible because she was powerless to do anything about it.

As the thunderclap sounded and then subsided, she watched as the Pope was punched in the chest by Su Yan, his figure transforming from nothingness into reality and flying away.

The building was pierced through, like a falling meteor, raising countless clouds of dust and flames along the way. After crashing through countless walls, it disappeared into the ground at an angle.

Where a meteor passes, nothing can continue to exist; everything is as clean as if it were newly born.

Ultimately, it left behind a steeply angled cavity, a crater-like mark, and slowly rising smoke.

The ground trembled, and many people lost their footing. If they hadn't already been on flat ground, it would have caused a commotion.