"Have a good dream, Archbishop Seth."
Zhang Beixing's voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable authority.
In an instant, Seth's eyes became completely unfocused, as if his soul had been extracted, leaving him a lifeless shell.
Behind him, the Holy Knights also showed expressions of shock and disbelief at the scene before them.
The distinguished Archbishop of the Holy See, controlled by a young man like this, completely upended their understanding!
"This... how is this possible..."
Someone muttered, their voice trembling.
"Zhang Beixing, daring to lay a hand on Lord Seth, don't blame us for being discourteous!"
A knight clad in silver armor suddenly snapped back to his senses and shouted fiercely.
Before his voice had fallen, countless Holy Knights raised their swords in unison, charging towards Zhang Beixing with murderous intent.
However, facing this overwhelming sea of people, Zhang Beixing merely smirked, seemingly unconcerned.
