903 Kill Yourself (1/2)

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Zhou Xian was a strange person. He totally ignored Mo Fan, who looked to be in his twenties and slowly turned around to salute the sacred statue at the front of the Prayer Hall.

The statue was a deep red. Even though it was a rock sculpture, a long red robe was covering its entire figure, making it hard for anyone to see its face or learn its gender.

”I will get rid of this intruder fairly quickly, just three minutes.. oh, in just one minute, please continue to listen to my prayer,” Zhou Xian said to the statue respectfully.

After finishing the strange action, he finally turned around. His humble, cautious appearance immediately vanished, as if he had transformed from a court eunuch to a noble emperor. His expressionless eyes were looking down on Mo Fan disdainfully.

”I won't let you die a quick death, as you've disturbed my most important time!” proclaimed Zhou Xian.

Mo Fan only had the urge to say to Zhou Xian... What a f**king retard!

The Black Vatican really consisted of a bunch of maniacs who could not think logically. They were worse than a herd of pigs, yet they still wanted to act noble and sacred while treating the world as filth.

Mo Fan found this particular mentally-retarded person rather annoying. He summoned a flame on his hand and tossed it forward indifferently.

Zhou Xian was prepared to dodge the flame, yet he realized the arc of the flame was too high to hit him. It was over two meters tall higher than his head when it flew past him.

Zhou Xian burst into laughter. How did such a useless Magician manage to come so far?

However, Zhou Xian immediately realized that something was not right. He quickly turned around and discovered the flame had landed directly on the sacred red statue!

BANG!

The flame exploded, blasting the unique statue of Salan to pieces!

The pieces clattered down before Zhou Xian's feet. His disdainful expression immediately changed as his face contorted madly.

”HAHAHA, that felt nice... better than the targets used for practice at school!” Mo Fan deftly summoned another flame.

”You! I'm going to kill you!” Zhou Xian went insane. He summoned a gust of wind and sent it in Mo Fan's direction.

The wind was orange, and slashing forward like incredibly thin knives. The wind gradually turned into a tornado, cutting the tables and chairs in the Prayer Hall into dust. Even the bricks on the walls shared the same fate.

Mo Fan was perfectly calm. His eyes emitted a silver glow as he directed a telekinetic force to clash with the orange tornado.

The tornado looked fierce, yet it was incredibly fragile. Mo Fan's power was able to shatter it easily. What was left of it was only strong enough to flutter Mo Fan's clothes slightly.

”Die!” Zhou Xian totally lost control of himself. He immediately summoned a Deathstrike Magic Equipment.

The Deathstrike Magic Equipment was of the Light Element. It was golden, with the shape of a pair of scissors. The golden scissors cut at Mo Fan's neck under Zhou Xian's control.

Mo Fan leaned back to dodge the attack. He was about to cast Fleeing Shadow to change his position when he realized that the Light Element equipment was driving the shadows nearby away, preventing him from using the Shadow Element.

However, it did not really make any difference!

”Little Flame Belle, Fiery Feathers!”