231 Don’t Worry, It Won’t Happen

Wang Hou froze over on the other end of the call.

What were those voices?

There seemed to be many people crying out ‘Jiang He’ and the roar of a dragon—could Jiang He have released his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?

After all, that ‘pow’ was quite easily identified, since it was clearly the sound of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm hitting a person.

It was not only him either—the Graywolf King and the Sky Demon Cultists whom Jiang He was facing were stunned as well. All of them traded glances and then glanced at the corpse pieces on the floor, only reacting after several second.

The divine-tier Cardinal was gone… even before she could finish her sentence?

Nonetheless, Fourth Elder spoke first!

He strode out, yelling, “Don’t kill me, Jiang He!”

“Fourth Elder!”

The Fifth Elder of the Sky Demon Cult was glaring furiously, his eyes almost bulging out in rage. “You… you were my brother, and yet you would betray the Holy Faith?”

He was an A-class Awakened with water-type powers, and as he raged out, releasing a burst of aura, the air quickly became damp and the skies started pouring.

Jiang He raised his hand and released Might Dragon Shows Penance!

“Roar!”

A draconic roar echoed over the heavens.

The golden silhouette of a dragon flew out of his palm, slamming into Fifth Elder and sending him flying several hundred meters away, crashing into a dozen trees before finally landing, and no longer breathing.

“Raining?”

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“Did I allow that?”

Could Jiang He have reached divine-union? The gusting of the air kicked by his aura alone had actually knocked a rank-nine novice martial artist like him off his feet!

Was that not too much?

He would be even more horrifying if he was not divine-union!

It meant that Jiang He’s fighting ability could match divine-union—the third level of divine-tier, even though he was merely at the first level: divine-conversion!

“Oh, no. Retreat!”

Cardinal Wu Dong’s eyes tightened as he bellowed. “We’ve been misinformed—Jiang He is not rank-seven, he’s divine-pinnacle…”

The Cardinal was quite a character. Knowing that he would not win, he promptly retreated without any hesitation, even grabbing two rank-eight Sky-Demon Cultists in each hand and throwing them at Jiang He as he ran, intent on slowing Jiang He down and buy time for his escape!

And even as he ran, he did not forget to curse, “You shameless, despicable little man!”