35 The Devil ? (1/2)

”It’s the holy Mark!”

”God has come before us!”

All around, the fervent followers started chanting in unison.

Levelling his shapeless sword directly at Zhao Yao’s head, the holy priest commanded, ”Are you willing to accept the grace of God and join us as brothers?”

Gazing upon a seemingly awestruck Zhao Yao, the holy priest was confident in his ability to convert him.

After all, he had already converted countless acolytes using similar methods and had gained loyal followers for the following months with this awesome display of power.

Furthermore, once he carves out the holy mark on Zhao Yao’s face using the invisible sword in his hand, it would represent a symbolic and marvelous mark bestowed by the God and certainly cement Zhao Yao’s loyalty for him.

However, just as the holy priest was lost in thought, Zhao Yao stood up fiercely in defiance, putting on a mask that was seemingly in his pocket just moments ago.

”Speaking of such mystic arts, the most fitting power is actually…”

”Meow!” Elizabeth let loose a cry which sounded out within the hall and overwhelmed all the acolytes in the vicinity.

The next moment, an inferno emerged from behind Zhao Yao, morphing into a pair of fiery wings over 6 meters long. It was as if the fire had been summoned from the pits of hell, burning brilliantly before the eyes of the acolytes.

With this summoning, all hell broke loose and the acolytes broke rank, screaming and shouting while retreating to any possible corner of the hall.

The holy priest himself was dumbfounded, looking on in confusion as Zhao Yao approached them with the fiery wings flanking him.

As the acolytes fled, fiery skeletons began to morph out of the fiery pit behind Zhao Yao as if the gates of hell have just opened.

”Such audacity!” Zhao Yao bellowed.

”Who is to be sacrificed to the Holy One?!”

All around, the acolytes were wailing as they fled in fear, cursing themselves for getting themselves into this mess in the first place.

Some of the female acolytes collapsed on the ground in fear, so terrified that they were unable to move a single limb.

Bai Quan stared astonishingly at Zhao Yao’s demonic appearance with his jaw dropped and his mind in a complete mess.

”Devil? Is he the Devil?” Bai Quan’s heart was gripped with fear. ”Definitely, with powers like teleportation, mind-reading, and puppetry, who else could he be but the Devil?”

By now the holy priest had turned as white as a sheet and the invisible sword he once wielded in his hand had become completely visible. With the wooden classical sword trembling in his hand, the priest stumbled away from Zhao Yao, ”Stay… Stay Away! You evil demon, God will strike you down!”

”Oh God can’t kill me…” Zhao Yao began as he instantly teleported behind the holy priest, crushing his windpipe with one hand.

”AHHH!” Watching the fiery skeletons march on towards him from all sides while having the life choked out of him, the holy priest tried to turn invisible in hopes of escaping from this death grip.

Nevertheless, it was already too late as Zhao Yao landed a solid punch to the priest’s stomach, knocking the wind out of the priest just as he turned invisible. With the priest winded, Zhao Yao quickly tied the priest up with his rope.

Amongst the fleeing acolytes remained the fanatics who at this point decided to charge towards Zhao Yao in a bid to take him down.

However, before they could even approach Zhao Yao, they all collapsed screaming, as if being knocked out by an invisible force.

Zhao Yao resembled a blur as he dealt out blow after blow, taking out the charging acolytes one by one.