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nEveryone was shocked and their bodies trembled.

nThe people from the Church of Light looked at each other silently and subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

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nThey all had the same thought in their hearts: this Lord Throne was really ruthless!

nUp until now, none of the people from the Dark Church had survived. Moreover, their deaths were extremely cruel.

n“Edward.”

nHarriet Terrence and the others looked at Joelson with a complicated gaze. There was a hint of fear in many of their eyes.

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nAlthough Joelson had returned, his strength and personality were too unfamiliar to them.

n“Teacher, you should know.”

nJoelson’s expression was calm as he said, “If I had not returned today, what would have happened to all of you—especially Dayshannon?”

nEveryone was startled and suddenly came to a realization.

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nThat’s right, they only felt that Joelson’s methods were cruel but they had never thought about who he was doing it for.

nThese scum from the Dark Church were capable of doing anything.

nAfter doing all of this, Joelson stepped into the void step by step and walked behind Du Lu.

n“Teacher, are you interested in accompanying me to the Brightmoon Empire Again?”

nJoelson looked at the people below.

nEveryone was stunned.

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nThe Brightmoon Empire, wasn’t that the territory of the Dark Church? What were they going to do there?

nSeeing that everyone was silent, Joelson made a decision for them.

nWith a wave of his hand, an invisible force lifted everyone onto the dragon’s back.

nDu Lu flapped his wings and turned into a red light that disappeared into the clouds.

nThe people from the Church of Light looked at each other. They knew that this time, the Dark Church of the Southern Region was completely finished.

nA country like the Scorching Sun Empire and the Brightmoon Empire, which were affiliated to the Church of Light, had divine power over the royal power.

nThe bishop’s power was above everything else, and the king was just a puppet.

nThe Dark Bishop was giving his “blessings” to a few young and beautiful female believers. He walked out of the room comfortably.

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n“Has Ulysses and the others returned?”

nOne of the believers immediately stepped forward and said in a low voice, “Not yet. If you don’t love them, you should be back soon.”

nThe Dark Bishop nodded his head faintly. His mind was filled with thoughts.

nIf he could take down the Alcott Empire and the Yheng Empire, he could be considered to have contributed greatly to the mission. Perhaps he could leave the Southern Region and return to the central continent.

nHowever, there was Ulysses.

nA cold glint flashed across the Dark Bishop’s eyes as killing intent filled the air.

nUlysses was too outstanding. He had personally helped Grover ascend to the position of Chief Inquisitor. He had also intentionally roped in a few other saint-level cultivators. They posed too much of a threat to him. He had to find an opportunity to eliminate them.

nJust as he was thinking, a disciple of the Dark Church ran in in a panic.

n“Sir Bishop! Sir Bishop!”

n“What’s wrong? Ulysses and the others are back?”

nThe Dark Bishop frowned and asked.

nThe follower opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain, but his face was full of shock as if he could not believe what had happened with the way of the sword.

n“You go outside and take a look.”

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nJust as he finished speaking, a terrifyingly loud sound shook the ground under his feet.

nThe Dark Bishop was shocked and quickly walked out of the door.

nWhen he saw the scene outside the door, his eyes instantly widened.

nHe only saw that the square outside the Holy See was in a state of chaos, and screams and yells continuously rang out.

nIn the middle of the square, there was a deep ravine that extended from the end of the square to his feet.

nOn both sides of the ravine were mutilated corpses.

nAnd all of this seemed to have been caused by a casual blow from a powerful existence.

nWho was it!

nThe sky suddenly darkened, and the Dark Bishop subconsciously raised his head.

nHe saw an extremely terrifying gigantic dragon crouching in the sky, its golden pupils staring at him, like flowing lava.

nOn the back of the gigantic dragon, there was also a shadow that blocked the sun.

nThe Dark Bishop could not see that person’s face clearly. He could only see a pair of cold eyes. Just by looking at each other, a cold feeling quickly spread from the bottom of his heart, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

nFurther away, the Church of Light’s troops were lined up neatly in the air.

nThey looked very strange. Everyone’s faces were filled with respect and nervousness as if they were watching.

nThe attack of the Church of Light?

nHave they gone mad?

nBefore the Dark Bishop could regain his senses, a figure rushed into the sky beside him.

nIt was another saint-level from the Church of Light.

n“Bastards, How dare you offend the Dark Church, you guys—”

nBefore he could finish his words.

nThe Dark Bishop saw the person on the dragon’s back wave his hand in an extremely casual manner.

nHiss!

nThe saint-level powerhouse above his head was instantly split into two halves by a platinum light like a ragdoll.

nPatter!

nThe saint-level powerhouse from the Dark Church fell at his feet, and fresh blood just so happened to splatter all over his face.

nThe Dark Bishop was stunned.

nHe stood there in a daze, unable to move for a long time.

nA deep fear rose from the bottom of his heart and every muscle in his body trembled along with it.

nHe quickly turned around and ran into the main hall. There was only one thought in his mind.

n“Request for help! We must immediately request for help from the central continent’s Holy See!”

nThere was a magic teleportation array in the depths of the Dark Church. It could send powerful people over at any time.

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nJoelson stood on the dragon’s back. A group of people stood behind him. As they looked at the scene that looked like the end of the world, a strange feeling rose in their hearts.

nThey were the people who brought about the end of the world.

nThey looked at the back of the dragon with awe, shock, and amazement.

nUntil now, they still did not know what level the dragon had reached.

nNo matter what kind of strength the opponent was, an early-stage saint-level or mid-stage saint-level would definitely die in one strike under the hands of the dragon. They did not have the ability to resist at all.

nEven a late-stage saint-level would not be able to do that.

nPeak-stage saint-level?

nThey were not sure. They did not dare to think about going any higher.

nJoelson rode the giant dragon and brought them into the imperial city of the Brightmoon Empire in an overbearing manner. No one could stop him along the way.

nThe people of the Church of Light escorted him like a guard of honor.

nThen, a bright light blossomed from Joelson’s hand. It was like a huge sharp blade, splitting the entire central square of the Dark Church into two halves.

nToo strong!

nThis was just a casual attack from Joelson.

n“That’s the Dark Bishop.”

nHarriet Terrence walked to Joelson’s side and pointed at a middle-aged man whose face was covered in blood.

nHis eyes focused, and he said anxiously, “Edward, don’t let him go back. The Dark Church has a magic teleportation array. He will gather all the powerhouses from the central continent.”

nAs if he did not hear him, Joelson let the Dark Bishop escape.

nThen, he turned to Harriet Terrence and said, “I hope he can call more people.”

nJoelson whispered, “It would be best if he could call the Dark Monarch himself. Hehe.”

nThe few saint-level knights from the Church of Light heard his laughter, especially Tockden.

nHe felt cold all over and his scalp tingled.

nThe Dark Throne.

nDidn’t you chop off an arm of the Dark Throne? Where would he dare to appear again?

nThis Lord’s killing intent was too terrifying!

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