Was this the strength of Yao Chen, the master of the Divine Hall?
Is this the true terror of the Protoss nation?
Shen Tong froze on the spot, his mind blank and his body as cold as ice.
That elder was one of his most loyal and closest subordinates, who had followed him for thousands of years, risking his life and fighting in all directions, never wavering in his loyalty, never betraying the temple, and was the person he trusted most.
But now.
He died right in front of her.
died so easily, so surely, so completely.
They didn’t even have a chance to fight back.
The anger, sadness, and hatred in Shentong’s heart soared to the peak in an instant.
He was eager to step forward and fight Yao Chen to the death, at any cost, to take revenge for the elder’s death.
He yearned to unsheathe the sacred weapon, unleash his full cultivation, and perish with everyone in the Sacred Hall.
But he couldn’t.
He must not act impulsively.
Behind him were more than two hundred disciples.
They were the last embers of the temple, and each represented a vibrant life.
Their lives were completely in his hands.
If he acted impulsively or resisted, Yao Chen would show no mercy, and the two hundred disciples behind him would be slaughtered instantly, without a single survivor.
At that time, the temple would be completely destroyed, its millennia-old foundations would be completely destroyed, and not even a glimmer of hope of revival would remain.
Shen Tong gritted his teeth so hard that his gums bled, and his mouth filled with the pungent taste of blood.
His hands clenched into fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, and drops of blood dripped down, splashing small blood flowers on the ground.
Does this hurt?
Ouch.
However, even the deepest pain cannot compare to one ten thousandth of the pain in my heart.
But he still held back.
He forcefully suppressed all his impulses, all his anger, and all his sadness.
He slowly lowered his head, not wanting anyone to see the red eyes and hatred in them. His voice was hoarse and shaky, but he still forced himself to be respectful and humble.
“Thank you for your guidance, Church Leader. It was my fault for not disciplining him properly and failing to restrain him, which allowed that madman to insult the Church Leader and violate the dignity of the temple. He deserved death and had brought this calamity upon himself.”
These words have been spoken.
The last vestiges of resolve and hope in the hearts of the people in the temple were completely destroyed.
They stared at Shen Tong’s hunched and lonely figure, their eyes filled with complex emotions.
There is disappointment, anger, hatred, and humiliation.
But more than anything, there is a hint of sadness and a glimmer of understanding.
They all understand.
The temple master was not unwilling to take revenge, and he was also not without anger or shame.
It was for their sake, to preserve the last remains of the temple, that the head of the temple survived.
Endure what ordinary people cannot bear.
Suffering humiliation that ordinary people cannot bear.
On the throne, Yao Chen looked at Shen Tong’s fawning, disdainful, and angry appearance, and a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
He slowly withdrew his hand, and a gentle, harmless smile reappeared on his face, as if he was not the one who had casually finished off an elder.
“As expected of the Lord of the Divine Might Hall, you are a wise person who understands the big picture and considers the overall situation. Throughout my life, wise and capable people who know how to seize opportunities are the people I admire the most.”
He paused for a moment, his tone casual and indifferent, as if he was managing something trivial and unimportant.
“Then, I will accept your sincerity and accept you all from the temple.”
“However, this temple has strict rules and does not support idle or useless people. Now that you have come to the temple and the Holy Light Peak, you must do something for me and for the temple and contribute your strength.”
He looked at Shen Tong, a meaningful and mocking smile on his lips.
“How about this?”
“From today, all remaining members of the temple will be responsible for patrolling and guarding the foothills of the Holy Light Peak.”
“Master of the Divine Might Hall, what do you think?”
patrol?
guard?
At the foot of the mountain?
These words, like thunder, exploded in the hearts of everyone in the temple.
This kind of work, this kind of task, was hard work that would only be done by the lowest ranking servants in the temple, those without talent or background, the low level disciples.
It was hard, dangerous, and lowly work, and people looked down on it.
They were once high-ranking disciples of the temple, elites who traversed the fourteen heavens, and revered beings.
Now, they have to do this lowest level of manual labor?
This is not an assignment; this is a blatant insult!
It’s about trampling on their dignity and rubbing it over and over again!
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Q: What is the nature of the golden light?
A: The golden light is slender, gentle, and slow, yet it bypasses all defenses to penetrate its target.
Q: What is the final fate of the temple elder?
A: The temple elder’s body disintegrates into golden light spots and vanishes completely, leaving no trace and destroying his soul.
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