The director of the Goryeo Intelligence Agency appeared to be an elite figure of the nation, yet he spewed filth, demanding that "Great Xia dogs" come out and bark as soon as he entered.
Li Fuhao's brow furrowed. "Who is this punk making a racket? Your grandpa is here to save you guys."
"Haha, that's hilarious, Great Xia dog. This is glorious Goryeo. We have plenty of strong individuals. Even if we need rescue, we only welcome true friends!"
The director waved his hand. "The great bishop from the Holy Land and the strongest warrior he brought are here. You, and you, can pack your bags and leave."
Li Fuhao's eyes narrowed. "Try pointing at me again. Believe it or not, I'll chop off your finger?"
Qin Yexuan smiled. "Fuhao, there's no need. Killing him wouldn't achieve anything."
Li Fuhao had the urge to take out these trash on the spot. Hearing Qin Yexuan's words, he suppressed his anger and remained silent.
Huh?
The director finally noticed that Li Fuhao was not the one in charge.
He sized up Qin Yexuan. "Who are you?"
The Grand Master of the Azure Dragon Temple whispered, "This is a distinguished guest from Great Xia. He possesses..."
Before he could finish, the director impatiently interrupted, "Enough, don't say any more. Everyone from Great Xia must leave. This is the bishop's order."
What bishop?
The Grand Master had already noticed the old man in red, and paid particular attention to the crosses these people were holding.
His expression had already turned grim. "Director, Buddhist temples have Buddhist temple rules. This is a place of Buddhism. Why have you brought people from the Holy Land here?"
The director sneered. "Because you can't stop the demoness. I had to invite someone more capable."
Bishop Saint Peter smiled proudly at these blasphemous heretics and made a gentle gesture.
Two teams of strong men stood silently at key positions, ready to control all exits at any moment.
The Grand Master Hui Hai slowly raised his hand, his expression solemn. "Bishop, you shouldn't have brought crosses into this place. This is a thousand-year-old temple."
Saint Peter's eyes flickered. He still looked kind, but a black rose appeared in his palm.
The rose vanished in an instant.
Grand Master Hui Hai suddenly trembled all over, curling up and clutching his head in pain.
Everyone was shocked.
Saint Peter took the opportunity to sneer. "So you were already possessed. In our terms, this is a pact with the devil, a scumbag crawling out of hell."
What?
The three major sects did not believe it at all.
The Goryeo old Taoist glared at the silent Baekje monk. "This is a conflict between Buddhism and the Holy Land. Are you just going to watch without saying anything?"
The Baekje monk leader's face was grim. He tugged at the old Taoist. "The people brought by this bishop from the Holy Land are all at the eighty-eighth level of the Great Zen Master realm!"
What?
The Goryeo old Taoist was greatly horrified. "You, you must be mistaken?"
"Although my cultivation is not the highest, the Buddhist eye inherited by the Baekje monks can see clearly. Anyone under the bishop could defeat all of us!"
After speaking, the Baekje monk suddenly knelt obediently. "We Baekje are willing to follow the command of the Holy Land."
The Silla swordsman then prostrated himself on the ground. "The Silla Sect has long wanted to expel the dogs from Great Xia."
Only the Goryeo old Taoist took a step back and said sternly, "People of the Taoist sect will never yield to evil ways."
At this moment, the venerable and kind Grand Master Chan Shi had curled into a ball, letting out piercing screams, as if he had truly transformed into a devil.
Li Fuhao watched anxiously. "Qin, can I make a move? Why aren't you letting me?"
"Don't move!"
Qin Yexuan's face was somber. "He's holding a magic treasure from an extraterrestrial powerful being. If you go up, it's a dead end!"
"Then, then what about your 'All Beings Equal'..."
"'All Beings Equal' is ineffective against extraterrestrial powerful beings. Grand Master Chan Shi has been struck by the 'Evil Rose Soul Severing Melody,' a mental manipulation from the black rose. He can only rely on himself now."
Qin Yexuan wasn't without a solution, but that method was too risky. He truly didn't want to ruin the entire plan because of one Grand Master Chan Shi.
"Are we just going to stand by and watch?" Li Fuhao asked, feeling wronged.
Qin Yexuan whispered, "Take those five girls and leave. Quickly send Zhu Tianqi over."
"Ah, can Sect Leader Zhu counter magic treasures from extraterrestrial powerful beings?"
"Have her come see me first. I will give her the power of the Spirit of Pangu. It is enough to instantly kill a low-level extraterrestrial powerful being. I will try to stall for time here."
Li Fuhao obeyed him unconditionally and left quickly.
The people at the scene were still watching the Grand Master's condition, so no one noticed.
The Goryeo old Taoist was clearly the most backbone. He was ordering all his Taoist disciples to come in and protect the Zen Master.
"My Taoist sect shares the same heritage as Great Xia. We only recognize heaven and earth, and bow to no gods or spirits!" the old Taoist said solemnly.
Just then, a wooden sword suddenly appeared, piercing directly through his back.
The old Taoist roared in shock and anger, turning around.
The one who ambushed him was none other than the second-in-command of the Taoist sect, his own direct disciple.
"I, I'm sorry, Master. To preserve, preserve the bloodline of Goryeo's Taoist sect, we cannot oppose the Holy Land. You, you must die!"
Qin Yexuan felt great pity.
Among the many elite disciples of Goryeo, the only kind one was Grand Master Chan Shi, and the only one with backbone was this old Taoist.
They were worthy of being Buddhist and Taoist masters inheriting from Great Xia.
But they were also the first to be killed.
Qin Yexuan walked out slowly. To everyone's shocked gaze, he looked at Saint Peter. "How is your Holy Land's little Joseph doing?"
Bishop Saint Peter frowned. "Who are you talking about?"
"Closest friends, this is the most sacred baptism. In the name of the Lord, where the angels of blooming roses descend, he is the son of wisdom, reaping the souls of betrayers... I name him, Little Joseph, the future Gregory!"
Qin Yexuan said each word carefully.
Bishop Saint Peter was trembling all over. "Wait, what are you reciting?"
"It is the baptismal address for your Holy Land's Pope, Gregory XIII."
Saint Peter couldn't believe it. "I, I of course know. This is recorded in the Book of the Holy Land. The great Gregory XIII, my most respected father and teacher, his baptismal address after birth... But, how, how do you know?"
The baptismal address of Pope Gregory XIII was over eighty years ago.
Furthermore, only the most esteemed elders of the Holy Land participated in that baptismal ceremony, and most of them had already passed away.
How did this young man from Great Xia know?
"You must explain!" Saint Peter almost shouted.
Qin Yexuan smiled slightly. "It's not that I don't want to explain, but you wouldn't believe me even if I did."
He took a step forward. "The truth is, I was the one who baptized your Pope back then. He was just the son of an ordinary believer then, but I already predicted he would become the thirteenth Pope!"
"No, you are blaspheming!" Saint Peter frantically summoned the dark rose, each petal transforming into hellfire!