His voice pierced through the smoke, echoing in all directions.
It shook the heart of every person.
Countless cultivators and cultists knelt on the ground.
Tearfully worshipping, not daring to show any defiance.
"The Lord is wise and mighty, we, the subordinates, are willing to go through fire and water for Him!"
"We are willing to submit under the Master's command, to devote ourselves completely, even unto death!"
Amidst the shouts that rose and fell, a brand-new era had already begun.
The decline of divine power, the rise of royal power.
This world would be crafted by Zhang Beixing.
He is the true ruler of this era!
...
In a castle miles away.
Lampelucci was sitting on the throne, looking gloomy.
Suddenly, a servant rushed in, flustered.
"Your Majesty, it's not good! Something happened with the Holy See... the Holy See is in trouble!"
"Gregory is dead! He was turned into a bloody mist by a single strike from Zhang Beixing! The Vatican has become a wasteland!"
