Fang Yu grabbed Chen Xiangwen’s arm, lifting him entirely into the air.
Chen Xiangwen’s mouth was constantly gushing blood, staring at Fang Yu in front of him without a word.
“We have no grievances against each other, I harbor no ill will towards you, and you should not feel any ill will towards me either…” Fang Yu said.
“Fart! If it wasn’t for you, how could Ruobing have been taken away?! I don’t know who the other party is, but they only took Ruobing because they wanted to deal with you!” Chen Xiangwen’s emotions were quite agitated.
He was originally a calm and collected killing god, but after falling truly in love with a woman, his heart changed.
Now, all he can think about is Yu Ruobing.
Whoever harms Yu Ruobing is his mortal enemy, regardless of the cause or effect.
“What you say has some merit… But logically speaking, the Cult of the Witch God is still the culprit. I still hope you can calm down.” Fang Yu said.
Chen Xiangwen looked at Fang Yu, his eyes bloodshot, the fierce light still flickering.
“Let’s put it this way, calmness is your only option. Because you can’t possibly kill me, your level isn’t there yet.” Fang Yu said calmly.
Not enough skill? <<<
As the mysterious top-ranked expert on the dark list, Chen Xiangwen had never been so disrespected in his life!
But ironically, now he doesn’t even have the chance to fight back!
Fang Yu still wanted to say something.
But just at that moment, a black aura suddenly appeared on Chen Xiangwen’s body.
Black qi wrapped around Chen Xiangwen, quickly enveloping him entirely.
Just two seconds later, Fang Yu felt a lightness in his hand and the black qi in front of him vanished.
And then Chen Xiangwen, too, vanished.
But at this time, a smile appeared on Fang Yu’s face.
He had long suspected that the Cult of the Witch God would take Chen Xiangwen away in the same way.
And he, had absolutely no need to stop.
On the contrary, he could use the stolen Chen Xiangwen to find the den of the Shaman Cult!
Because, during his conversation with Chen Xiangwen just now, he silently used his divine sense to leave a mark on Chen Xiangwen’s body!
To avoid detection, he chose not to leave a mark within Chen Xiangwen’s soul.
As long as this mark remains, Fang Yu will be able to quickly locate the Wushen Cult’s position and know their plans.
……
Inside a church hall in the western wilderness of Huaibei.
A black aura materialized out of thin air, and then a figure appeared.
“Bang!”
Chen Xiangwen stood unsteadily and fell to the ground.
He struggled to raise his head, and saw the archbishop sitting on the raised platform.
Seeing Chen Xiangwen’s current appearance, the archbishop was very satisfied.
Fang Yu beat Chen Xiangwen severely, thus preventing him from causing a ruckus in the church and avoiding a lot of trouble.
“Bring out his wife.”
The archbishop spoke, commanding.
Soon, two men in purple robes carried a woman in a cheongsam out from behind a door.
Yu Ruobing, the woman who was kidnapped at her wedding.
Under the archbishop’s gesture, the man in purple released Yu Ruobing.
Yu Ruobing saw Chen Xiangwen lying on the ground, her face changed, she quickly ran over, knelt down, and hugged Chen Xiangwen.
“Xiangwen, are you okay?” Yu Ruobing’s eyes were red-rimmed and her whole body trembled.
Chen Xiangwen didn’t answer, but observed Yu Ruobing from head to toe.
Seeing that Yu Ruobing was unharmed, Chen Xiangwen breathed a sigh of relief.
“I’m fine,” Chen Xiangwen said.
“You’re covered in blood and you say you’re fine? Who did this to you? Who?” Yu Ruobing’s face was pale, she asked coldly.
“What a loving couple, they are truly enviable.”
At that moment, the Archbishop on the raised platform spoke.
Chen Xiangwen struggled to sit up and looked at the archbishop, asking, “What…do you want?”
The Archbishop did not answer the question.
He made a plan to abduct Yu Ruobing, just to lure Chen Xiangwen here.
But now Chen Xiangwen has not only come, but he’s also been seriously injured and can’t move around. For him, this couldn’t be better.
“As I said before, my objective is… to kill Fang Yu.” The Archbishop stated. “You already fought him. How was it?”
Upon hearing this, Chen Xiangwen’s face twitched.
He had just been defeated by Fang Yu and humiliated, his face was lost.
“Is he much more powerful than you imagined?” the Archbishop asked again.
Chen Xiangwen stared straight at the archbishop and said in a deep voice, “So what?”
As they spoke, Chen Xiangwen struggled to his feet.
Yu Ruobing quickly helped Chen Xiangwen up.
“Since you know who I am, you should also be clear about my character. I won’t be controlled by you. If you push me too far, I will use the power I have in the dark world and do everything in my power to get revenge on you.” Chen Xiangwen said coldly.
As he spoke, a terrifying surge of energy erupted from within him.
“Your wife has already drunk the holy water of our Witshin cult and become one of us. Since you two are so loving, it is natural for you to join together as well,” the archbishop said, not at all flustered.
“What holy water?” Chen Xiangwen turned his head to look at Yu Ruobing.
“Just now they forced me to drink a bowl of clear water…” Yu Ruobing said, her face pale.
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly covered her abdomen, let out a pained cry, and fell to the ground.
“If you’re hurt!” Chen Xiangwen immediately helped Yu Ruobing up.
“I, I have a terrible stomach ache…” Yu Ruobing’s face was as pale as paper, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Drink the holy water, and you belong to our Wuzhen sect. Naturally, you have to accept the discipline of our Wuzhen sect. Anyone who disobeys will have to suffer.” The archbishop said slowly.
“Stop at once!” Chen Xiangwen turned around and roared, his aura erupting.
But just then, the Archbishop suddenly extended his right hand’s staff.
The gemstone on the staff flashed.
“Bang!”
Chen Xiangwen only felt a mountain pressing down on him, instantly collapsing to the ground with a muffled thud.
“Don’t push it, you can only accept my demands right now.” The archbishop said calmly.
Chen Xiangwen gritted his teeth, his temples throbbing with veins bulging out, wanting to get up but unable to move.
…and from behind him, Yu Ruobing’s cries of pain could still be heard.
“I accept! I accept!” Chen Xiangwen’s eyes were bloodshot, and he roared hoarsely.
“It was about time we made that choice,” the archbishop said.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the heavy pressure that had been on Chen Xiangwen dissipated.
And Yu Ruobing’s abdominal pain also disappeared.
Chen Xiangwen hurriedly got up and turned to look at Yu Ruobing.
After the excruciating pain, Yu Ruobing’s face was pale and bloodless, her body limp and weak.
Seeing his beloved in this state, Chen Xiangwen’s heart was breaking.
“To join our Witshgod religion, you must first drink my holy water,” the Archbishop said, gesturing to the black-robed bishop beside him.
The black-robed Bishop walked to Chen Xiangwen’s side, holding a bowl of water in his hand.
Chen Xiangwen looked at the bowl, then back at the archbishop on the high platform.
As a once-reigning champion, he never imagined he’d be in this position!
Forced to join someone else’s organization, submit to their authority!
“Because you’re strong enough, I respect you. But please don’t do anything foolish and meaningless anymore, or else I won’t show any mercy.” The archbishop’s tone turned icy cold suddenly.
Chen Xiangwen’s heart sank.
He took the bowl of water, glanced at it, and drank it down.
Water is icy cold, just like Chen Xiangwen’s heart.
“Well, from now on, you are a member of our Witshgod Cult.” The ArchBishop stood up and clapped his hands.
“Crack!”
Chen Xiangwen threw the bowl to the ground, making a loud crash.
The archbishop did not care about Chen Xiangwen’s attitude.
From now on, Chen Xiangwen will be under his control.
“Next, I will do as I said before and greatly increase your strength,” the Archbishop said, looking at the black-robed bishop beside him.
“The Undying Clan has already sent people, they should arrive soon.” The Black Bishop replied.
“Well then, let us wait,” the Archbishop nodded.
……
“The Immortal Race…”
Far away in Nandu, Fang Yu, through the mark within Chen Xiangwen’s body, heard all the words.
No wonder the witch god cult’s magical abilities have improved so much in a short period of time, it turns out they have made contact with the immortal race.
“The Immortal Clan will be here soon… let’s go now.” Fang Yu thought.
Actually, the best course of action for Fang Yu would be to remain unseen for now and continue observing the movements of the Wushen Sect and the Immortal Clan through the imprints within Chen Xiangwen’s body. Perhaps he could even discover the location of the Immortal Clan’s lair in one fell swoop.
But Fang Yu couldn’t do that.