Silvio Reed?

Originally, Silvio Reed as an ancient figure had almost been forgotten.

Today’s martial artists, except for top families like the Lu family, hardly know about the events of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance back then.

However, with Trent Marsh’s strong return, stirring up a storm in the martial arts community, the story of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was exaggerated and once again presented before everyone.

Many people realized for the first time how powerful Silvio Reed actually was!

Much more powerful than even Julius Reed!

Moreover, as the first to unify the martial arts world, his status in the minds of the martial artists is imaginable.

No one has seen God, but at least someone has seen Silvio Reed.

Even Silvio Reed’s influence remains to this day!

When they heard the name Silvio Reed from Jovany Leopold’s mouth, their hearts instantly stirred.

"You... will face retribution!" Paul’s face turned red as he struggled to speak with all his might.

His chest was stomped down, making it hard to breathe.

More despairing for him was the terrifyingly powerful abilities of the person on top of him!

Paul considered himself a master, yet he had no ability to even resist.

But his noble character and status made it impossible for him to easily submit!

"Just kill me, God will surely punish you!"

Paul shouted angrily.

He only yearned for death!

There were other church members around, and rushing in now was too risky.

If the opponent had companions, the situation would be extremely unfavorable.

"Death?" Jovany Leopold shook his head and said: "Death is a bit too luxurious for you right now. I’ll pray for you..."

With that, he clasped his hands together, sincerely closed his eyes, and muttered: "God, please save your servant, I’m stepping on him, and he’s about to suffocate."

Humiliation!

Blatant humiliation!

Paul, gritting his teeth, drew the knife from his waist and fiercely stabbed Jovany Leopold’s thigh!

"A follower of God still resorts to sly tricks?" Jovany Leopold lifted his right foot, kicking Paul’s wrist.

The knife fell to the ground, emitting a crisp sound.

"Continue."

Jovany Leopold spoke coldly with a disdainful gaze.

Killing was nothing, he wanted to crush the spirit!

In full view, humiliating the church, making all those people stand up!

The more the church suffered, the angrier they would be!

"Hurry up, send off this old brother." Whitaker Dog waved his hand, and hundreds of people sat cross-legged, with some burning paper and others playing the suona.

"I say, the person isn’t dead yet, why hold the funeral now?" A curious Eastern martial artist beside them was eating sunflower seeds and asked.

"What’s the matter, you want to contribute a gift?" Whitaker Dog glared, frightening that person into silence.

As the spirit banner was raised, the suona erupted!

The tune directly stunned the martial artists in the Phoenix Hotel.

The Funeral Alliance was a full-service platform, and the chefs had already set up the pots and started cooking, waiting for the banquet.

The chefs in the Phoenix Hotel were originally first-rate.

But when the Funeral Alliance chefs cooked, the surrounding martial artists couldn’t help but drool.

It smelled so good!

The high-end hotels couldn’t replicate this village banquet flavor.

Over here it boomed, while on the other side, the church members couldn’t hold on anymore!

Crushing the spirit, not just killing!

If this gets out, who will believe in God anymore?

It may take a thousand years to recover.

The Western martial artist in red slowly closed his eyes, preparing to turn the bracelet.

"What are you doing!" His companion grabbed his hand, warning: "Think carefully, doing this is too dangerous!"

"I can’t endure it!"

The martial artist in red angrily growled: "Pissing on our heads and making us say thank you, even saying it smells nice, who can endure such humiliation!"

"But the church tasked us with acting in the shadows, if you really do this, it will surely reveal us!" The companion desperately dissuaded: "We’ve endured for thousands of years, can’t we endure now?"

"As long as we take down this bunch of scum, it’ll certainly be greatly rewarding. The church might reward us, who knows." The martial artist in red pushed away his companion and twisted the bracelet.

This was the church’s treasure, said to be stained with Jesus’ blood.

There’s also a saying that the bracelet was stolen from Jesus’ coffin.

But all that doesn’t matter, what matters is that it’s very powerful!

Just turning it could use the martial artist’s power to create an illusion of Jesus like Priest Zack.

With this move alone, he could intimidate the opponent!

The martial artist in red stood up, feeling his wrist sting.

At the same time, behind him, a statue of Jesus truly appeared!

"Look! It’s God!"

With a shout of surprise!

Everyone in the hotel saw it.

A Jesus apparition, over ten meters tall, appeared in the Phoenix Hotel!

"God has come!"

The priests shouted madly.

Those believers were even more excited!

And the martial artists who previously only heard and didn’t go to Blood Ridge initially doubted.

But now they saw it with their own eyes and even felt an oppressive force!

Very heavy and coercive pressure suddenly came!

Making them want to kneel down uncontrollably!

"Does God really exist?" Many were shocked to their core the moment the God apparition appeared.

They knelt on the ground, instantly becoming believers.

"How about it, these foolish Eastern martial artists now know God’s power, right? The church certainly won’t rebuke me, they might even praise me!"

The martial artist in red snorted coldly.

Seeing this, his companion had to admit that perhaps he was right.

The entire hotel, the voices of doubt vanished instantly.

No one talked big, no one mocked.

But instead, hundreds of people knelt on the ground.

Boom!

A crisp sound.

The suona exploded.

Another sound rang, and the cooking pot exploded too!

"God is punishing you!"

Paul laughed loudly!

His words made the people present stand in fear.

Afraid the divine wrath would fall on their heads.

As expected!

The God apparition pointed a finger, and a golden light shot out!

Swoosh!

Jovany Leopold instantly drew his sword!

The golden light clashed with the sword, pushing him back dozens of steps!

"Offend God, and you’re done for!"

Many Eastern believers, seeing this scene, couldn’t help but feel triumphant!

They started to rejoice that they were on the right track!

And as Paul caught his breath, he struggled to stand, grinning wildly and taunting recklessly!

"I don’t believe God actually exists."

Jovany Leopold coughed once, slightly closing his eyes!

The ancient martial artist’s physique and abilities far surpassed those of today’s people!

In an instant, the world became dark.

In Jovany Leopold’s world, there was only that God illusion.

He saw it.

He saw a white dot not far away.

That was the real source of power!

No God, just trickery!

He opened his eyes just in time to see the golden light shoot again!

Swish!

Jovany Leopold stepped forward and leaped into the air!

The golden light grazed the soles of his shoes and shot out, crashing into the wall!

The entire wall collapsed with a roar!

"I want to see if you’re God incarnate or just tricking people!"

With the sound of his voice barely fading, Jovany Leopold charged forward!

The sword in his hand pointed directly at the martial artist in red!