Pope Paul, upon hearing that this fellow was here to kidnap Xia Feng, thought this was simply delivering a head on a platter, a token of great affection.
How could he let such a good opportunity slip away?
Furthermore, such trash could not possibly be handled by a god himself; it would be disrespectful, even insulting, to the god.
Pope Paul was willing to be the one to clear away the trash for the god.
*Puff....*
The Dark Spirit was suddenly sent flying forward, spitting out a mouthful of blood, its true energy in chaos.
"You...."
The Dark Spirit turned its head and glared fiercely at Pope Paul, its eyes nearly bulging out.
He hadn't expected Pope Paul to use such a low-down tactic, and with such a flimsy excuse, and what's more, he had actually believed it.
"Tell me, how do you wish to die?"
Seeing that the Dark Spirit was heavily injured, Pope Paul no longer worried about soiling his clothes.
Even in a direct confrontation, the Dark Spirit would not have been Pope Paul's match. It was just that Pope Paul enjoyed doing such things, just like when he went to kill the Dark Queen last time; if he could call upon King Hughes, he absolutely would.
If one didn't have overwhelming strength, then it was time to call for backup and ambush.
"Cough... Why? You are a god of the West, why are you interfering in China's affairs?"
The Dark Spirit couldn't understand why Pope Paul, for the past hundred years, had maintained a strictly hands-off approach with China, never interacting.
And now he was helping a Chinese person ambush him.
He couldn't fathom it.
"An ant dares to think of fighting a god; I cannot bear to watch, so let me handle this dirty work." Pope Paul spoke very calmly.
However, in his eyes, the Dark Spirit was already a dead man.
"Haha... If you want to kill me, you'll have to pay a price." After the Dark Spirit finished speaking, its entire body was suddenly enveloped in a layer of black mist; who knew what it was up to.
Given the uncertainty, Pope Paul retreated far away, and with a casual gesture, set up an isolation barrier, lest this fellow self-destruct and accidentally harm any Chinese people.
"Who gave you the audacity to cause trouble in China?" A powerful voice boomed.
Following this, Xia Feng walked out, his expression nonchalant.
"Oh! Eastern immortal, Paul offers his greetings. Please forgive my presumptuousness." Pope Paul, upon seeing Xia Feng personally arrive, immediately bowed deeply and paid his respects.
Xia Feng had been in the teaching building when he suddenly sensed the fluctuation of spiritual energy and arrived here moments later.
"What business do you have in China? And what is the deal with this person?" As Xia Feng spoke, he waved his hand at the Dark Spirit; the mist around him instantly vanished, and he was firmly bound in place.
The Dark Spirit's eyes almost popped out in fright.
"Eastern immortal, please let me explain. This person is called the Dark Spirit, a spirit cultivator from Thailand with the inheritance of the Yaksha. He came to China to kidnap you, and I happened to encounter him, so I dealt with him."
Pope Paul had completely lost his former suave demeanor, instantly becoming a loyal sycophant.
Xia Feng frowned upon hearing this. Kidnap him?
And the Dark Spirit, who was bound, looked ashen.
He is Xia Feng?
The person he was supposed to kidnap?
This was truly a death without regret, a case of courting death by offending a formidable figure.
No wonder the Japanese went to such lengths; they were sending him to his doom. Now, the Dark Spirit didn't hate Xia Feng or Pope Paul, he only hated the Japanese.
"Curse your ancestors for eighteen generations, you Japanese dog. You were afraid to come yourself and instead sent me to my death."
"Respected Eastern immortal, I do not seek to live, I only ask for a quick end. I was misled by the Japanese. They only told me to come here to invite a Chinese medicine professor to Japan; I had no other ill intentions, nor did I ever intend to harm anyone."
"The ones who sent me to China were the Koizumi family of Japan, and they ordered me to deliver you directly to Japan."
The Dark Spirit no longer cared; since he was going to be killed by the Japanese, he spilled everything he knew.
"Damn Japanese dogs, they don't treat me like a human, but you lot won't fare any better."
To instigate such a treacherous act and then prompt his disciple to invite him out.
Xia Feng frowned upon hearing this. Where did this Koizumi family come from? He remembered it was something like the Aso family.
"Truly courting death, are they? Persistent, aren't they?"
Some people enjoy courting death, so Xia Feng couldn't be blamed for being ruthless.
"Eastern immortal, I am willing to go to Japan and sweep away the ants for you. Such a trivial matter does not require you to act personally; it would lower your status." Pope Paul quickly offered his services.
This was another great contribution delivered.
"Let them continue courting death, you trash."
"What business do you have with me in China?" Xia Feng asked Pope Paul.
"Eastern immortal, I have been stuck at this realm for many years, and I wish to gain some experience from you." Pope Paul stated directly, not bothering with subtlety.
Besides, at their level of status, telling lies was of no benefit.
Everyone knew the score.
Xia Feng glanced at Pope Paul and said, "You have the inheritance of the Goddess of Light. I don't understand your Western cultivation rules."
Pope Paul was already halfway out of the painting, meaning he was about to enter the tribulation period.
Breaking through the painting meant undergoing tribulation and ascending.
However, this was only applicable to Eastern cultivators; Pope Paul was Western, and his inheritance was the magic of the Goddess of Light.
Whether he would experience tribulation, Xia Feng had no prior experience with.
After all, since the era of the Goddess of Light, no one in the West had ascended.
"Eastern immortal, if I absorb the power of the Goddess of Light, will I break through?" Pope Paul asked the question that was on his mind.
The scepter in his hand contained the power of the Goddess of Light, but he dared not activate it rashly.
What if he were to suffer a backlash from the power?
As a life-loving Paul, he felt that he should not take any risks without absolute certainty.
Xia Feng extended his hand, and the scepter in Pope Paul's hand fell into Xia Feng's grasp.
Regarding this, Paul was not surprised at all, nor did he feel any displeasure about Xia Feng taking the scepter.
Xia Feng took the scepter and released a stream of power into it. He could feel power within this scepter that did not belong to this world.
This should be a trace of power left behind by the Goddess of Light when she ascended, used to maintain contact with this world.
Whether it would be useful for Pope Paul's ascension, Xia Feng could not yet say.
After sensing, Xia Feng tossed the scepter back to Pope Paul.
"Although you have been stuck at this realm for a long time, there is still a considerable gap before you can break through. The power contained within this scepter is useless to you at present. Perhaps when you eventually break through, it might serve to protect you."
Xia Feng shared his thoughts.
"Thank you, Eastern immortal. It seems the path of cultivation is long, and one cannot be impatient. Thank you for your guidance."
After speaking, Pope Paul bowed deeply to Xia Feng.
Meanwhile, the Dark Spirit, standing nearby, was somewhat bewildered.
How was he to be dealt with? Give him a quick death. He was bound here and couldn't move at all.
"Please, I beg you."
"Treat me like a person."