Yuan Shuo City is a dog, a lackey.
He could betray East Continent for profit, just as he could betray the church for profit...
When Gu Shen's sword was hanging above his head, he was willing to say anything.
"..."
Gu Shen looked silently at Archbishop Yuan kowtowing in front of him like pounding garlic, and over a hundred Iron Scale Flying Swords slowly retracted, their illusions dissipating.
"Lift your head!"
A cold voice echoed within the broken Source Energy Boat.
Yuan Shuo City raised his head in terror, and he saw a burning hand reaching out to him.
"Didn't you say you'd spare me?!"
He screeched sharply, trying to back away, but Gu Shen's eyebrows furrowed as he let out a cold snort. Dozens of iron lights cracked open in the void, Iron Scales reappeared, slicing through and shredding his blue robe to pieces. The edges of these flying swords did not exude any killing intent; they merely grazed the surface of his skin—
