"See that? These worthless weaklings, couldn’t withstand a single blow."

"I really don’t understand how such opponents kept our clergy at bay on Thousand Peaks for thousands of years."

The people from the clergy looked at Mario, who was slaughtering everyone, with faces full of contempt.

At Thousand Peaks, they were extremely arrogant, looking down on many people.

Now, coming outside and facing these so-called Eastern martial artists, they looked on with even more disdain in their eyes.

They believed that the Archbishop and some were scared out of their wits, that with the clergy’s strength, they should have long left Thousand Peaks and taken over the world.

Instead of hiding on a mountain, lurking in the shadows all day.

"The clergy’s domain should be the entire world, not just Thousand Peaks."

After someone finished speaking, they pointed in Mario’s direction and sneered, "Does anyone else want to meddle? It seems these Eastern folks are too used to living comfortably, not knowing their own capabilities!"

They were companions with Mario, naturally knowing how strong Mario was.

Even the so-called Great Grandmasters of the outside world, unless a top-tier one, would be nothing but slaughtered in front of Mario!

But suddenly.

Thud!

Mario fell straight down.

Earlier, when he was showing off, he made sure everyone around could see, so that the clergy’s prestige could accumulate quickly.

Before coming, Mario and the others had discussed the fastest way for the clergy to gain notoriety was to harshly teach a group a lesson.

The more people watching in crowded places, the better.

So, Mario created a big scene earlier, afraid others wouldn’t see.

Now, everyone in the tavern was watching him.

When Mario fell, all the people in the tavern saw it.

Everyone saw clearly.

A young man stretched out his hand, just grabbed, and this Western clergy expert fell to the ground.

Motionless.

The bustling tavern naturally quieted down.

"Haha, Mario, stop messing around."

"What’s the point of playing with this bunch of pigs? We still have serious business, get rid of him, then we’ll drink and feast. Then see how many more followers that damn Silvio Reed has."

The companions didn’t believe for a second that a young Eastern martial artist could take down Mario.

Even the top genius within the clergy wouldn’t withstand more than three moves under Mario.

A martial artist, plainly speaking, becomes strong through daily accumulation over time.

As the saying goes, steady dripping wears away the stone!

Talent determines the limit and ceiling, but time is the best way to accumulate martial strength.

A genius without enough accumulation is no match for an old martial artist.

So no one believed a young man could simply stretch out his hand, and with one grab, kill someone in front of Mario.

It’s more absurd than a god descending.

"Mario, get up quickly." The clergy companions shouted.

They were drinking and eating, not taking things seriously at all.

"He’s dead."

The Nine Nether True Monarch lifted a foot, stepping on Mario’s face, and said expressionlessly, "A dead person can’t stand up."

"What!"

The clergy only then realized something was wrong.

No matter how much Mario liked to fool around, he couldn’t possibly have someone step on his face without reacting.

The only reasonable explanation was that something really happened to Mario!

Whether dead or not is unknown, but he definitely lost consciousness and control over his body.

"Who’s this guy? That yellow-haired one was so arrogant earlier, yet he was killed without even physical contact?"

"Indeed, those Western martial artists seemed so formidable, yet we don’t even know the one who took action?"

The tavern became noisy again, and the Nine Nether True Monarch became the focal point, the mysterious individual everyone was discussing.

"Who are you!"

Clergy priest Izrael stood forward, cautiously looking at the Nine Nether True Monarch, and asked in a deep voice, "Wake my friend, or I’ll make you regret coming into this world!"

"Indeed, you’d better get lost voluntarily!"

Viktor also stood up, his eyes showing murderous intent.

Only the remaining one sat at the table, still drinking.

"I would want to, but how could a dead man stand up?" The Nine Nether True Monarch spread his hands helplessly; not only did he not move his foot away, he ground it down even harder.

"You!" Izrael, hot-tempered, leapt forward, stopping less than five meters in front of the Nine Nether True Monarch, and angrily said, "Young man, don’t be so tactless."

"That’s right, I’m giving you face. Next, it will be my fist talking." Viktor also approached Izrael from behind, speaking menacingly.

They wanted to ensure Mario’s safety.

The young man in front was too strange; during the whole process, they never saw this young man act, so naturally, they didn’t understand how Mario fainted.

"Really dead, you still don’t believe?" The Nine Nether True Monarch, quite helpless, bent down, drew the sword from his waist, and stabbed it into Mario’s leg!

Mario didn’t react at all.

"You...stop it!"

Izrael felt a tingling at the back of his head!

Though hard to accept, it seemed Mario was really dead!

Otherwise, being stabbed by a sword, how could he not react at all?

"Didn’t you not believe? I had to prove it to you." The Nine Nether True Monarch raised his sword and cut off one of Mario’s arms!

Blood spurted out, and the arm fell to the ground.

Mario didn’t react at all!

"You! You should die!" Izrael felt a chill surge up to his skull!

He quickly lunged forward, swinging a punch at the Nine Nether True Monarch!

This guy was too dangerous and absolutely couldn’t be left alive!

"Go to sleep." The Nine Nether True Monarch was unhurried, extending a hand to grab!

Izrael, whose fist was about to strike his face, suddenly rolled his eyes and fell to the ground softly...

No movement.

A commotion erupted around!

"This...how is this possible!" Viktor rubbed his eyes, indeed not seeing how the opponent had done it.

"Die! I don’t believe you’re that formidable!" Viktor charged as well!

He was one of the top experts in the clergy, capable of taking out entry-level Great Grandmasters within three moves!

Now facing a young man, Viktor didn’t believe he’d be defeated!

He maintained focus, wary of hidden weapons, mindful of sneak attacks!

But he only saw the Nine Nether True Monarch extend a hand as a white, slender hand slowly formed into a fist!

Viktor felt a dizzy spell, and slowly fell to the ground.

Thud!

His arms lay open, unmoving, dead.

The tavern fell completely silent.

"It seems there’s one more?" the Nine Nether True Monarch turned around, looking at the person drinking.

The person was just about to drink, seemingly oblivious to everything here.

But he was now being watched.

"We only met on the way, and in their actions, I took no part?" The man raised his head, slowly smiling, "Surely, you’re not going to kill me too?"

"Of course, you’re with the clergy. Lord Silvio Reed said, all clergy members must die." The Nine Nether True Monarch extended a hand and slowly grabbed!