The long sword in Fang Yuan's hand descended like divine punishment, and where the sword's edge passed, the holy incarnation of the Pope shattered like glass, dispersing into a rain of light and vanishing.
The pages of the "Sutra of Good People" in his mind were rewritten once more, a dazzling golden pattern appeared:
[Soul incarnation of the Pope slain, good deeds +100000]
"Oh?" Fang Yuan raised an eyebrow, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes, "A mere incarnation, and it's worth a hundred thousand good deeds?"
This was something that had never happened before!
In the past, when he killed a clone, Fang Yuan didn't receive a single point of good deeds, but it seemed this Pope was quite special, with a very unique status...
"Then, can I exploit a bug here...?"
With a mind full of thoughts about cheating, Fang Yuan had once again developed a crooked idea at this moment!
Now, it was the perfect opportunity to test his bold thoughts. He gently raised a finger, and a strand of chaos law entwined around it: "Revive!"
The void trembled, and time reversed!
The Pope's shadow, which had already turned into light dust, was forcibly dragged out of the flow of time and re-formed before Fang Yuan!
The Pope's pupils shrank suddenly. Her previously dispersed eyes quickly focused, and her holy face twisted in fear!
She clearly remembered that her incarnation had been slain by a single strike, her soul had returned to its rightful place, but now she was being forcibly pulled back to the mortal realm!
The irresistible power had severed the connection between her soul and her main body, pulling her back from the path to the abyss of eternal frost. What was happening now?
What... what kind of dark magic is this?!
"How could...?" Her voice had turned hoarse, "How dare you... desecrate me... like this..."
Fang Yuan gazed at her with a smile as smooth as jade, but with a chilling coldness:
"Sorry, I need to borrow your life for a small experiment."
Before his words could finish, the sword light flared again!
"No—!!"
The Pope's piercing scream echoed through the Abyss of Eternal Frost, holy blood splashed, and her soul shattered once again!
Fang Yuan didn't care about how tragic the Pope's situation was. He just focused on the "Sutra of Good People," but the pages remained silent, with no new words appearing. This meant that his attempt to exploit the bug had failed.
"Doesn't work... This thing's judgment really is harsh..." Fang Yuan furrowed his brows, feeling a sudden displeasure.
Since that's the case, then—
Kill again!
"Boom!"
The laws of time and space reversed once more, and the Pope's incarnation was forcibly summoned back for the third time!
At this point, her holy robes were stained with blood, her golden hair was disheveled, and her eyes no longer held any trace of holiness—only deep fear and despair.
"Why... Why am I back again?!" Her voice trembled hoarsely, like a beast cornered on the brink of death.
Facing the Pope's question, Fang Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile, and the sword edge blossomed!
The second time was for an experiment, but the third time... that was purely for venting!
...
In the Misty Court, Imperial City.
The moment the Pope's soul incarnation was slain from thousands of miles away by a single strike, an invisible but violent shock, like divine punishment, pierced through endless space and slammed into her main body!
"Poof—!"
The Pope's eyes widened suddenly, the divine light in them collapsing, and a mouthful of golden holy blood sprayed from her lips!
"Ahhhhh!!!"
The excruciating pain from her soul being split by the sword beam made this Church Pope let out an unprecedented wailing scream!
It must be said that the feeling of having your soul torn apart was truly agonizing—unbearably painful!
This was not a torment that ordinary cultivators could endure—like tens of thousands of sharp blades stirring her consciousness, or like dark flames burning every inch of her soul!
Having enjoyed the reverence of millions and lived a life of luxury in the Church, the Pope had never experienced such a sensation before.
What was even worse was that her soul had been split in two. In the [Abyss of Eternal Frost], it was but a momentary event, but the feedback to the real world stretched it out to several minutes!
Moreover, that Emperor of the Xia Kingdom had revived her soul twice and killed her twice!
This made the pain, which should have been fleeting, dragged out into a long torture of three thousand breaths!
Every breath felt like an eternity of suffering!
"Hm?!"
Seeing the Pope's sudden wail and the disruption of her holy light, the Misty Court's royal knights, who had been waiting with bated breath, saw their eyes flash with a sudden surge of excitement!
The "Heavenly Net Forbidden Martial Formation" they had used together had indeed worked!
"Seal!"
The Pope roared, performing a magic gesture, and a golden card appeared above her head. Thousands of holy runes hung like a river of stars, completely enveloping her figure.
In the next moment, the Pope's physical form transformed into tiny golden rays, all of which were absorbed into the floating golden card!
Boom!!——
Using this mystical method that turned herself into a card, the Pope dodged several incoming sharp blasts of energy, transforming into a streak of light and fleeing the palace at nearly space-ripping speed!
In the blink of an eye, the knights only saw a flash before the golden card, which had once been the Pope, disappeared into the sky!
Unable to fight due to the continuous soul-splitting pain, the Pope had no choice but to escape!
Seeing the Pope in such a desperate state, the King of the Misty Court slowly stood up from his throne, his tense muscles finally relaxing.
"Heh..." He chuckled softly, his eyes filled with contempt and greed, "What Federation Pope, what strongest of the Western Continent? She dared to invade my Imperial City, and now she's just humiliating herself!"
He suddenly raised his hand, his voice booming like thunder: "Knights, chase! Capture this woman alive for me!"
At the end, his tone took on a lecherous hint: "I want her... to kneel before my throne!"
For a king, there was nothing more satisfying than conquering a beautiful, aloof woman.
In the hall, more than ten silver-armored figures instantly soared into the sky. Each of them was a peak power of the royal knights, streaking across the sky like silver meteors!
The King stood slowly, his dragon robe moving without wind, and ambition surged in his chest: "The strongest of the Western Continent? Heh... When I subdue the Pope, I will see who this world... truly belongs to."
The King of the Misty Court felt more and more full of himself, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that he was on top of the world!
The Pope wanted to unite the Western Continent? Then the King of the Misty Court... hadn't he also had that dream?!
...
The golden card tore through the sky like a meteor, swiftly reaching a thousand miles away!
"Cough..."
Inside the card, the Pope knelt on one knee, blood continuously pouring from the corner of her mouth, her glass-like pupils now filled with blood veins.
Her mind kept replaying that terrifying scene—the young Emperor Fang Yuan, that figure standing in the Abyss of Eternal Frost!
"How is this possible..." She gritted her teeth, her voice hoarse, "Immunity to all attacks, infinite spiritual power, and that time-reversing divine skill..."
"Any one of these divine abilities would be enough to suppress an entire era, making countless talented cultivators bow to him!"
"And he... possesses all of them?!"
"Can this world really give birth to such a monster??!"