Whitaker Dog and his group had just appeared, instantly catching the attention of the martial artists in the hotel.

Countless pairs of eyes were fixed upon them.

Now Whitaker Dog slapped the priest’s face, sparking an immediate commotion.

Some cheered for the bold strike, while others cursed.

There were even some who had already drawn their knives, prepared to punish this disrespectful act against God!

Eastern martial artists had always scoffed at the Western ways.

For years, the pinnacle of martial arts belonged to the East.

In their eyes, Western martial arts were nothing but trash.

Conversely, the Western martial artists, dormant for countless years, saw hope with the news of God’s descent.

They were ready to use this opportunity to revive the Western Church.

In this chaotic era, reverse the longstanding decline of Western martial arts.

The descent of God was a great opportunity.

Within a day, they had converted hundreds of followers, many being martial artists originally belonging to Eastern martial arts.

Some, knowing they couldn’t break through further in Eastern martial arts, thought switching methods might allow them to surpass their limits.

Whitaker Dog now shattered God’s statue, equivalent to questioning God!

Undoubtedly, this was a slap in the priests’ faces.

If these priests and Western martial artists couldn’t stand up and stop Whitaker Dog while punishing him, God’s prestige would be completely lost.

The thousand-year opportunity they’d waited for would be gone forever.

Besides, Whitaker Dog had indeed slapped the priest.

Even ordinary martial artists couldn’t tolerate such an act!

"How dare you hit me!" The furious priest stood up, touched his swollen face, gritted through his teeth, "You vile scoundrel, God will surely punish you!"

Many Western martial artists and priests slowly gathered around him.

With a mindset of watching the spectacle, most martial artists chose to observe.

Even the Eastern martial artists didn’t step out.

They enjoyed the show.

"Scoundrel! You’ll pay the price! Don’t think just because you’re many, you can humiliate God at will! God is divine; no matter how many humans, they’re still ants! Without a heart of reverence, you’ll pay the price!"

The priest received a signal from a Western martial artist, poised to strike Whitaker Dog!

"Not just you, unless God himself comes to fight me, then you bunch of cowards might have a chance!"

Whitaker Dog already had the potential of a Great Grandmaster; recently, with Shadow Kims’ guidance and the divine medicine from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, his cultivation had rapidly advanced.

With a quick grab, he pulled the priest to him, mercilessly slapped the priest’s head with the other hand!

Crack!

The priest’s skull shattered, blood and brain matter spilled out.

He was merely a Grandmaster martial artist; facing Whitaker Dog of Great Grandmaster strength, how could he possibly be a match?

"Anyone else?"

Whitaker Dog wiped the blood off his hand with the priest’s clothes, pointed at the frightened believers, angrily cursed, "Where’s God! Tell him to come and see me!"

This shout left almost no one daring to respond.

God is far away, while Whitaker Dog is nearby.

"God is sleeping, you can’t be smug! It’s not that the time for retribution hasn’t come!"

Someone whispered, clearly lacking confidence.

But such an excuse was obviously acknowledged by everyone.

"Nonsense! If I pass out later, will you say it’s God showing a miracle?" Whitaker Dog rolled up his sleeves, pointed at the speaker, and cursed loudly, "I’m telling you now, if I pass out later, it’s because I’m tired from killing you all!"

Having said this, he dashed to the priest who spoke, kicking fiercely!

The kick was powerful, if hit, the victim’s chest would cave in, resulting in instant death!

"Do you really think God’s people are easy to bully?"

A hand suddenly reached out, grabbing Whitaker Dog’s foot, pushing him back!

Immediately, a martial artist with golden beard stepped out of the crowd, eyes filled with killing intent: "Leave, if you don’t know how to respect, I’ll make you understand God’s might!"

This martial artist was named Saint Paul, part of Zack Priest’s faction.

They were lurking in the shadows, patiently waiting for the opportunity.

At Blood Ridge, Zack Priest presented God’s golden body, causing a sensation in the martial arts world.

Such a good opportunity, they naturally wouldn’t let it slip.

After discussing, the Church secretly sent people to Phoenix Hotel, responsible for controlling the situation.

At the crucial moment, they acted to uphold God’s dignity.

Originally, Saint Paul didn’t want to act, he was merely giving hints to priests, letting Western martial artists know the Church would protect them.

But he didn’t expect anyone to kill viciously!

Before this, even the martial arts world followed rules.

He had no choice but to act against those who didn’t follow the rules.

But he didn’t want to stand out.

The time hadn’t come, the Church couldn’t show itself yet.

Moreover, normal martial artists facing much stronger opponents should understand to retreat.

"Brothers, cut him down!" Whitaker Dog yelled, with dozens rushing forward!

The space was too small, preventing his thousand-strong team from maneuvering.

With this commotion, several masters hidden in the team seized the chance to surround Whitaker Dog.

"Ignorant fools! You’ll all repent before God!"

Saint Paul flung his robe powerfully, flipping dozens backwards!

Inside the hotel, cheers erupted.

Some Eastern martial artists felt deeply dissatisfied, but due to their lack of strength, they had to endure.

"You, kneel!" Saint Paul pointed at Whitaker Dog, speaking viciously.

He was incensed!

In the Western martial arts world, the Church was nobility!

They had noble bloodlines and equally proud temperaments.

Being repeatedly provoked by Whitaker Dog, Saint Paul harbored grievances in his heart.

He decided to punish this reckless person.

"God isn’t qualified yet." Whitaker Dog sneered, "Judas, why don’t you have a match with God’s messenger?"

Judas?

Once the name was spoken, those people’s expressions changed.

This was not merely a humiliation.

"Damn! You’re all going to hell!" Saint Paul flashed, charging at Whitaker Dog!

He wanted to kill the foul-mouthed man!

At the same time, the person named Judas also took action.

Judas collided directly with Saint Paul!

Bam!

A muffled sound rang out.

Saint Paul was sent flying!

Like a kite, he fell to the ground.

Blood continuously seeped from his mouth!

Inside the hotel, a dead silence descended.

God’s followers and Western martial artists stared wide-eyed, incredulous.

They knew Saint Paul’s capabilities well!

How could he be so easily defeated?

Directly beaten?

"I’ve heard God’s amazing?"

Jovany Leopold, known as Judas, strode to Saint Paul, stamping firmly on his chest.

Along the way, priests hurriedly cleared a path.

"If your God doesn’t show up soon, I’ll send you to meet the King of Hell." Jovany Leopold chuckled, "Trusting Silvio Reed is far more reliable than trusting God."

As soon as he finished speaking, he increased the pressure on his foot!