"Damn, we’ve been discovered!"

The martial artist in red was startled and quickly said, "Cover me!"

He had used the method of creating a divine illusion with his bracelet countless times.

It had never been exposed before.

Spiritual power channeled through the bracelet, projected into the air, made everyone around believe it was the true hand of God.

After all, the powers all emanated from the divine illusion.

The illusion itself had no offensive power, whereas the God summoned by the red-clad martial artist could attack people, and with great power. So as long as God made a move, no one would doubt that it was an illusion.

They would believe it to be the true deity!

Faced with the true deity, nobody would dare act recklessly.

In the past, once the divine illusion appeared, the martial artists were all terrified and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.

Hoping to escape the ordeal.

After all, men could be defeated, but gods could not be.

For thousands or even tens of thousands of years, no one had been able to clearly explain the origin of spiritual power in martial arts.

What sort of people practice martial arts.

Why do people who practice martial arts possess such formidable abilities.

When humans can’t explain something clearly, they attribute it to the divine.

After all, these feats are beyond human capability.

Reverence is innate, and it’s precisely by using this reverence that prophets originally created fake temples to gather many followers.

But now, the red-clad martial artist’s tried and tested trick had failed!

Facing a continuous assault from God, Jovany Leopold was not afraid but precisely locked onto the martial artist in red.

This made him sense danger!

But since the divine illusion had been summoned, he had to see it through to the end.

Otherwise, the church’s credibility would be completely destroyed!

From today onwards, God would become a joke, and they would have no more chances to revive their standing in the martial arts world!

"Understood." The person beside the red-clad martial artist quickly stood up upon hearing his command.

There was no choice. It had already happened.

Previously, he could have dissuaded, but once God appeared, it was no longer a matter of one person, but the entire church’s authority!

Without any hesitation, he pulled out a steel pipe and slammed it down quickly!

Bam!

Jovany Leopold’s sword collided with the steel pipe, producing a powerful sound.

The red-clad martial artist’s ears rang, almost deafened by the sound.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he once again mobilized the spiritual power within him!

The God slowly turned around, raised his hand, and pointed at Jovany Leopold!

The golden light was too fast!

And the steel pipe simultaneously came crashing down!

Jovany Leopold was attacked from both front and back!

Although he was an ancient martial artist, his opponents were all elite of the church.

There was also the treasure that was with God, amplifying its effects.

In an instant, Jovany Leopold was caught in danger!

The other experts arranged by the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance had no time to help.

Everything was too fast; no one expected Jovany Leopold to be so bold as to charge forward alone!

"Die!"

The martial artist in red had a twisted and excited smile on his face. He took a deep breath, and the golden light grew even brighter!

Not far away, Julius Reed sat at a wine table, shaking his head.

"Time to take action again." The True Lord Jiuyou laughed.

He seemed eager to see Julius Reed in a weakened state.

"You treat my blood like it’s nothing," Julius Reed said in resignation. He had previously warned Jovany Leopold, who placed great importance on this opportunity.

To restore the church’s prestige, it was likely they had sent top-level experts.

The church, hidden for a long time, with Father Zack appearing at Khan’s Blood Ridge, made Julius Reed sense danger.

Surely there were even more experts within the unknown church.

But Jovany Leopold, being overly confident and indeed skillful, thought he could single-handedly take them down!

"Alas."

Julius Reed sighed again, cut his finger, and pointed forward!

Boom!

The divine illusion was shattered into pieces!

Seeing the threat eliminated, Jovany Leopold swung his sword backward at the steel pipe, and his left hand’s five fingers formed a claw, ripping a bloody wound on the attacker’s chest!

Ancient martial artists focused on practicality.

Without any fancy moves, after the claw strike, he quickly plunged his longsword into the opponent’s shoulder!

"You little brat, bullying with numbers, huh?!"

Jovany Leopold released the sword in his hand and kicked the martial artist in red!

Bam!

The red-clad martial artist flew more than ten meters, body curled up, in great pain.

In an instant, the hotel fell silent.

Where was God now?

Couldn’t see him anymore.

God had manifested and still couldn’t defeat this guy in front?

Who exactly was this person?

"I won’t kill you today." Jovany Leopold slowly pulled out his longsword, causing the martial artist who was in pain to grit his teeth, his whole body trembling.

"Go back and tell your church to stop playing these ghostly tricks. If there’s really a god in this world, it’s only one person, Silvio Reed!"

With that, he sheathed his longsword and turned to leave.

Leaving only two church martial artists covered in blood.

"So God was fake?"

"Frauds! They’re just frauds, playing tricks!"

"Shameless, the church is beyond help."

Many were discussing, and even quite a few martial artists who had already believed in God were wavering after witnessing God’s manifestation being defeated.

Criticized by people and injured in public sight.

The two church experts had lost all face.

But what they endured was far more than just this!

The humiliating words, like knives, stabbed them deeply!

"Brother, take a message back to the church: Our Lord Lee Four doesn’t buy this, and tell them to behave and be honest from now on!"

Jovany Leopold didn’t forget to give a reminder.

The two church martial artists, supporting each other, stood up, but before they could make a move, they were stopped by Whitaker Dog.

"Brother, no hurry to leave."

Whitaker Dog chuckled, and someone quickly brought a spirit tablet.

Written on it was "God’s Spirit Tablet."

This was humiliation!

Barefaced humiliation!

"I made myself clear, either get out with this plaque, or lie in my coffin!"

Whitaker Dog snorted coldly, immediately surrounded by hundreds of people.

"You have a saying in the East: A man can be killed but not insulted! You can kill me, but absolutely cannot..."

"Absolutely cannot what? Eastern sayings are only for Eastern people; does God understand us?"

Jovany Leopold turned around and pierced his sword into the martial artist’s shoulder who was speaking.

Slowly twisting it in the existing wound.

"Ah..."

The martial artist couldn’t withstand the pain, letting out a terrible scream!

"Where’s God now?" Jovany Leopold sneered, "Is your God on vacation?"

Saying so, he continued to twist.

"We... will take it!"

The red-clad martial artist nodded.

He wasn’t acting out of fear but to report the news back to the church!

The church had encountered danger.

Their enemy was called Silvio Reed!

"Begone, and remember to give my regards when you meet God."

Jovany Leopold pulled out his sword, waved them away.

Amidst laughter and ridicule, the red-clad martial artist gritted his teeth, carried the spirit tablet, and slowly left.

As he turned around.

Trumpets sounded.