Law of the Devil

The timing of the day was still early in the morning so the gate had just opened with crowds of citizens lining in wait to leave the city for business. As a boss, White River couldn’t care less about the rules. To this peerless master of the ages, he could easily destroy anything that hinders his path, soldiers or non-living entities, he only needs one palm strike to squash them like an ant.

As the soldiers at the gate saw how careless White River was galloping over, totally disregarding the safety of the pedestrians, these guards immediately gathered around with their swords drawn in an attempt to stop the intruder at the intersection. But as a eccentric personal, White River couldn’t care less and didn’t make any efforts to stop or to slow down.

Luckily these horses are well trained. Watching the soldiers in front, the horses themselves reduced speed and eventually came to halt of their own voalition.

“Who dares to clash with the gates of the imperial city, do you not want to live? Hurry and state your name!!” A junior officer loudly shouts this demand. Towards these lowly mortals, White River didn’t even want to waste his words, let alone lift a finger.

Du Wei, who’s not far behind, would of course not dare let this Shaman King loose on the crowd. Hurrying to kick his horse’s belly to pick up speed, it only took a few seconds for him to rush over. Reining his steed to a stop in front of the soldiers, he shouts: “I am Duke Tulip and have urgent matters to attend to outside, hurry and get out of the way!”

Du Wei’s reputation in the capital was immensely popular, who wouldn’t know his name? Also, this junior officer seems to have recognized his face so the guy immediately came forward with a face full of smiles: “So it’s your lordship, is this also your companion?”

Du Wei’s face turned dark: “Quit it with the nonsense. Hurry and get out of the way, otherwise all your heads wouldn’t be enough to pay the price.”

As if a lowly officer like this guy would dare offend Du Wei. Hurrying to open a line in the crowd, this officer orders the gate to be widened enough to allow Du Wei and White River passage first.

The pedestrians on the side would naturally be discontent over this treatment. Even so, White River didn’t say a single word and lead the way out the gate without batting an eyelash.

“What an arrogant guy. I’ve seen many people in the high circle before, but even the nobles and royal family members aren’t this arrogant.” The junior officer grumbles to himself.

“So many words, your mouth is better off sealed!” Du Wei glared at the yapper mouth harshly scolding him in the process.

His words may be mean, but Du Wei made sure to toss a couple of gold coins out from his pocket as he passed by: “This is a reward for you to buy some drinks, from now on watch what you say.”

At that, Du Wei himself also left, leaving behind the grinning to the balls officer at the gate: “Duke is the greatest, knowing the pains we guards go through!”

Just as the officer wanted to say some more flattery words, Du Wei’s back was long gone.

In this situation, Du Wei didn’t have room to care about the emotions of the pedestrians for if this White River goes on a rampage, nothing can stop him!

Their travel speed can’t be called a thousand miles in one day, but it’s still very fast considering the quality of these fine steeds. In just a few hours where the sun had just risen overhead, their distance from the imperial capital was very far already as they headed in the Northwest direction. Further ahead, a small town was coming into view.

Getting a closer look, Du Wei knew then where they were at.

This wasn’t any special place, it’s the very same “Flying Horse Hill”, or later renamed by the locals as “Brokeback Mountain”.

Speaking of this place, its rather quite famous. This was the very same place Du Wei first met with that Green Hat and the place where Du Wei found little Vivian starving to death at night.

And before that, through his conversation with QQ, Du Wei learned this place was in fact the very same mountain from the stories of Mayuba receiving the miracle of the goddess.

It’s just that, the Temple’s Canon may have records about the incident, but it never once named this “Brokeback Mountain” as the location.

Perhaps it’s purpose was to protect this miraculous mountain. Otherwise, if everyone in the public knew of this fact, then the swarms of pilgrims on the continent would’ve came running to this area, likely destroying it in the process. If that does happen, it be no different from a blasphemy to the goddess herself.

Coming into the town’s outer premise, Du Wei kicked his horse to match White River’s speed. With a smile: “I say Mr. White, the day’s not early anymore, why don’t we find a place in front to stay and to get some rest.”

Shooting Du Wei a glance, this Shaman King speaks in a emotionless tone: “Oh? Are you that impatient that you will try to pull a stunt now? This place is still very close to the imperial capital, I thought you would at least wait until we reach the next city before trying to flee.”

Du Wei silently cursed inside, but his face can only make the sincerest look he can come up with: “Now this is just wrong. Mr. White, you are the world’s number one master, in front of you, how can I possibly play games? Even if I try, does it look like I can be your match? You see, last night I spent the entire time drinking with my fellow peers and couldn’t rest at all… I may be a magician and could go without sleep for a night, but ordinary people still needs to eat. After drinking all night and then being called to witness your fight with Mr. Blue Ocean this morning, I still haven’t got a grain in my belly yet…”

Hearing this, White River first frowned before breaking out into a laugh: “A person like you is too interesting, to think you can come up with such ideas while being a captive.”

As if not in the slightest bit afraid of this guy, Du Wei smiled: “Riding westbound to the northwest corridor will require no less than seven to eight days if we’re fast, ten if we’re slow. After that there’s still the desert to cross, then the grassland, and then finally the Snowy Mountain to climb. With my calculation, it will take no less than a month to reach our destination, why rush? It’s not like you don’t have time. I heard from Blue Ocean you have three months until the spell wears off.”

Hearing the last part, White River’s eye instantly revealed a wisp of coldness, causing Du Wei’s body to tremble slightly.

Shaking his head to remove the discomfort, Du Wei continues with a forceful smile: “Mr. White, it’s rare for you to get a chance to come down from the mountain, why be in such a hurry to go back? Let’s take some time to enjoy the scenery as we go travel, it’s also a form of entertainment and enjoyment in life you know.”

Appraising Du Wei up and down, White River suddenly makes a smile: “Very well, your idea is quite interesting.”

Finishing his words, White River suddenly raised a hand and gently pressed down at his horse’s backbone! To be suddenly hit with a mountains sized pressure on its back, the horse suddenly issued out a long scream while in galloping speed. Then without another step forward, all four hooves of the horse stopped on the spot, unable to move an inch!

Du Wei didn’t have the same level of terrifying strength as White River. Hewing his horse to a slow stop, Du Wei looks further ahead and said: “The town up there should have some place to eat, let’s go and see.”

Then the two dismounted and slowly walked towards this town under the “Brokeback Mountain”.

The town wasn’t far from the capital and was quite prosperous from first glance. After entering, the biggest building in sight would of course be the chapel belonging to the Temple of Light.

The Temple of Light was at the zenith of its influence, leaving its mark everywhere across the continent with its chapels and cathedrals.

This small town in particular was especially special because it was here that Mayuba, the first Pope of the Temple, received the goddess’s miracle. Though the name of the location was concealed from public eye, but the internal structure of the Temple would of course know this fact. Therefore, the branch in this town was much different from the rest!

Due to its close proximity to the imperial capital, all of the clergymen here are directly appointed by the main cathedral where the Pope resides. And because of that reason, though they are only known as regular officials in the Temple, every one of these faithful clergymen are elites among the elites, there are no weaklings here in this town.

As luck would have it, Du Wei and White River came at the perfect timing for today was one of the two annual worshipping ceremonies taking place per month.

When they were walking by the chapel of the town, the streets outside were bustling with people, looking lively as ever. For this worshipping ceremony, every clergy inside the chapel would be required to wear a whole set of religious robes to preside over the event. By opening its door to the public, all believers are permitted on this day to enter the house of the goddess to worship her statue while at the same time preach the teachings of the Temple.

In addition, several boxes would be placed in front of the chapel door because this worshipping ceremony also coincided with the timing of the temple’s tax collection date.

For this reason, all of the nearby faithful believes would gather at the chapel on this day to pay their religious taxes. For some that’s more of a devout follower, these brainwashed fellas would contribute extra taxes on the side.

Unlike regular tax collection agencies in other small towns where they would need the local garrison to maintain order, this specific place will only be guarded by the Temple’s very own Holy knight’s regiment. This would normally be against the rules, but whenever the date comes around, the cathedral in the capital would find some excuse and send a team of Holy Knights to this small town all because of the significant meaning of this place.

Du Wei and White River was freely walking around the area when the auspicious hour was here. Ringing the giant bell hanging in the chapel’s tower, the overcrowded followers began making their way towards the inside of the building with priests preaching at the doorway.

And outside the main door, the team of Holy Knights in their silvery armor all dismounted after hearing the gonging sound of the bell. Facing the direction of the religious crowd, they raised one hand to their chest in an awe-inspiring salute.

It didn’t end there. Next to the tax boxes near the doorway, several clergies were busily accepting the taxes of the followers like their hands couldn’t even keep up.

Watching this scene, White River’s face immediately revealed a hint of disdain: “Humph, only you Roland people would believe these stupid gods.”

Hearing that comment, Du Wei couldn’t resist making a retort because he’s also one of those Roland people: “Over at the prairie, I believe there isn’t a lack of believers of the Snowy Mountain among the regular herdsmen either.”

Shaking his head, “This is different from that.”

He smiled coldly: “The people of the grassland believes in the Snowy Mountain, that’s true, but we never levy a single penny from the people of the prairie! The iron rule of the Snowy Mountain, whenever a shaman descends into the mortal world, they are not permitted to receive any benefits from the people. Otherwise, they will receive severe punishment if found out! What our shamans drink is water. What our shamans use to travel is not carriages or horses, it’s our own two feet’s! When roaming the prairie, even if a herdsman offers our shaman a bowl of goat’s milk, we must repay them with money! And if the herdsman was having difficulty with their livestock, like sickness and such, our shamans are obliged to take the initiative to help them without reward! These things, can any of your Roland clergymen do?”

Indeed, Du Wei was left speechless… Looking over at the clergies standing at the chapel, which of them wasn’t fat and healthy looking? The hard-earned money by the people are used to feed these religious worms every year….

Smiling, White River speaks again: “If the gods love the people, be kind to the people, then there’s no wrong in respecting them. But this Goddess of Light you Roland people worship, what ounce of benefit did she give your people? What kindness did she bestow upon her children aside from asking for more?”

Against those reasonings, Du Wei can only sigh…

These religious frauds, what good have they done for their people. Aside from the constant preaching of this and that, chanting this piece and that piece, and singing some hymns once in a while…. there hasn’t been a single tangible good dead.

Like this time for example. That Pope came forward calling for donations from its followers… But did the temple ever take a penny out themselves? Humph, saying it prettily is “calling for donations”, but to say it bluntly, why didn’t you yourself donate a penny?!

“That’s why you Roland people are stupid.” White River sneered.

Seeing the change in this boss’s expression, Du Wei suddenly got a bad ominous feeling inside his heart.

Sure enough, this Mr. White River really was fearless when his temper starts acting up!

Although Du Wei also didn’t find this scenery pleasing to the eye, but he doesn’t have the chips to stand up to the Temple. The most he can do was to curse a few sentences in his mouth and call it a day!

One careless daze in, Du Wei was already screaming “not good” when he came back to reality!

Seeing White River loosening his grip on the horse, this Shaman king swaggered towards the Chapel!

Shocked with every hair on his body raised, Du Wei hurriedly chases after the guy.

It may be crowded in front of the chapel, but who’s White River? With an unknown method, the crowd was involuntarily split into two groups on each side, forcing a path open for himself. With the road cleared, this arrogant man came in front of the collection box.

What’s most laudable about all this was that the priest standing next to the box remains blind to the death star coming his way. At first this priest was stunned by the white robe worn by White River, but after some careful examination, he realizes the gown wasn’t the same style as the white robe normally worn by a magician or a priest.

The clergyman pondered for a moment before putting on a pious face: “Are you also here to contribute to the goddess? Very well, the goddess will bless you.”

At that, this fool then grabbed for one of the talismans piled atop of a nearby table to pass it to White River.

As if White River would look like someone wanting to donate. Facing the priest, he suddenly asked: “I heard that the priests in the temple know some special skills known as Divine Spells, do you know them?”

The clergyman was stupefied, but White River was done with him now. Stretching out two fingers like someone shooting out a bullet, this poor priest was immediately blown away like he’s been rammed by a horse, slamming right into the wall of the chapel behind him. Rolling his eyes white, this priest instantly fainted away, still pinned against the crater on the wall.

Several of the priests were furious over the unprovoked attack, but White River didn’t want to waste more work on these ignorant people. Pointing his fingers out again like before, around seven to eight of the clergies were sent flying with heavy injuries.

The scene immediately exploded with screams and shouts everywhere as the people fled in a panicking frenzy. Losing his patience at the racket, White River mumbled: “Fools.”

With one wave of his sleeve, a giant torrent of wind came flying out, sending dozens of people across the air and thus emptying the entire area next to White River.

“Madman, how dare you make trouble in front of the chapel!!”

One hollering call, more than ten Holy Knights came running over to stop the assailant. The more agile nimble ones couldn’t wait for the crowd to separate and leaped into the air to get the first strike in.

Smiling in a melancholy fashion, “So you lot are the Holy Knights? What a pity…” Shaking his head, its unsure if White River was disappointed over their skills or for some other reason.

Surrounded on all sides, White River didn’t pay heed to the swords coming down at his head; instead, he only made a slight turn of his body with his hand raised to make a small arc in the air….

Immediately, several of the Holy Knights could feel a gust of wind blowing into their face like blades scratching at their skin! Subconsciously, some of the attacking knights promptly raised their swords in front of their body to block, but for those unfortunate enough to not realize this, they were blown away with heavy injuries. Vomiting blood after landing on the ground, these injured knights could only make one last disbelieving stare with their pale face before finally losing their breath.

Then in the next second the only noise that could be heard was the sound of swords shattering to pieces, leaving only a handle behind in each knights hand. Everyone was dumbfounded right now as they looked at White River, unsure what to do next.

Making a light smile: “So this is the infamous Holy Knight of the Roland Empire? Such a disappointment.”

As soon as those words died down, a cold and loud voice reached everyone’s ear: “What arrogance! Heretic, where did you come from! How dare you show contempt for the goddess!”

Chapter 305 “Leave you your life” (Part two)

Following the parting of the crowd, a tall knight strode forward. Clad in silver armor, this man was around thirty years of age, the prime of a man. The only issue was the pale complexion on that thin face, he looked a little sick.

Du Wei originally planned to make a run for it when White River ran off to make trouble, but with one step out, a sharp voice directly went into his ears:

“If you dare run then I will cripple one of your legs!” This threatening voice would of course be from Mr. White over there!

Sighing, Du Wei can only feel his scalp going numb as he obediently stood to one side.

But when he noticed the identity of this new entry, his eyes lit up.

The reasoning for his reaction was because he recognized this person! Back when his ship got intercepted at the river, the one leading the assassination on Archbishop Maximos was this very same man.

Seventh rank knight of the Xieni faction, Geppede.

Speaking of this Geppede, this guy really had some bad luck on his side. After failing to take Maximos’s life and allowing the Archbishop to enter the capital city, this knight would naturally be reprimanded by his superiors. As for his injuries at the hands of Rhine, it wasn’t that big of a deal, needing only a long rest to recuperate. However, due to the sensitive matter of the incident on the river, it’s unavoidable that an investigation would ensue over the perpetrators. To avoid getting caught, Geppede’s been ordered to leave the capital city and stay on a low profile for now.

As coincidental as it may seem, this guy just so happens to be stationed at this town next to the Brokeback Mountain during the religious tax period. To his misfortune, this also collided with White River wanting to make trouble here, making his luck even worse than before.

Geppede’s been fuming over the greatest humiliation of his life thus far, and now that someone was making trouble in front of him today, its unavoidable that this seventh rank Holy Knight would want to vent some steam.

If it were any other person from the Temple, Du Wei might’ve attempted to save them based on his working relationship with Maximos, but this guy was the enemy from the river. Knowing this, Du Wei simply kept his mouth shut and wanted to see a good show.

Pulling out his sword, Geppede points it at White River with an angry face: “Either you obediently kneel for your sins, or I will tie you up and take you back for punishment! Otherwise, for your desecration towards the goddess today, I will slay you in her name. Know this, when it comes to heretics, my sword never show mercy!”

Making an indifferent smile, White River only looks at this fool: “How laudable… Based on what can you say I desecrated your goddess? It’s strange I tell you. If your Goddess of Light were to stand before me today then I might show some respect towards her, but you… you little small fries are quite interesting. I’m clearly looking down at you lot, but when you can’t fight back, you lot just hides behind your so-called goddess to scare the people.”

Flying into a fit of rage, Geppede didn’t waste another word and directly thrust his sword forward. Under his anger, the flashy aura of Dou Qi on his sword caused a strenuous metal sound as he wielded it, thus making him look very valiant like a hero.

Forming a smirk, White River snickered, “Now that’s a bit better, at least there’s something.”

Just as the sword was about to land, White River raises two of his fingers and clipped it in mid thrust!

Greatly startled by the scene, Geppede knew now the foe cannot be taken lightly.

Shocked and frightened, Geppede struggled repeatedly to make his sword move, but it was to no avail. Despite his aura rising to the point of showing a silvery light, the unique Dou Qi only used by the Holy Knights, he couldn’t make it move. Back or front, it’s like he’s at the whim of this man.

And so, a freaky scene unfolded. A seventh level knight exploding with magnificent amounts of Dou QI was being controlled like a puppet by a scholarly man in white.

“What knight ranking are you?” Asked White River.

Unable to react in time to the sudden question, Geppede reflexively answered: “Rank seven.”

“Hmm, for you to have such strength at the seventh rank is not bad already.” At that, White River faintly smiles to suddenly loosen his fingers without indication. Geppede’s been struggling the entire time, so to find his sword suddenly be free without any expectations, he slipped and started to stumble forward.

Exactly at this moment, White River made his move. Against the staggering Geppede, he easily bypasses the knight to the side in a nearly slow motion sidestep. Then with his hand, White River didn’t forget to press down at the knight’s shoulder and hitting one of the guy’s pressure points…

Poof!!

Spraying out a mouthful of blood, Geppede went flying through the air and smashing into the donation boxes, spilling all the silvery coins onto the floor as a result. As for his sword, the high-quality blade was shattered into pieces as it littered the ground.

Instantly upon landing, Geppede’s complexion became deathly pale like his spirit just took a major blow. As for his decades of cultivation, it was destroyed in that instant. Forever now and into the future, Geppede will never be able to use the slightest bit of Dou Qi in his life.

So what happened just now was that when White River touched the guy’s shoulder and pressed down at a pressure point, this Shaman King had inserted his own tyrannical Dou Qi into the knight, wreaking havoc wherever it went inside Geppede’s body. And now, not a trace of the knight’s power was left. He’s no different from a cripple.

That wasn’t the only thing White River did. While his Dou Qi was running through the Knight’s vein line, this Shaman King had taken the liberty to snoop around the makeup of the unique Dou Qi only used by the Holy Knights. By the end of it, this peerless master had figured out fifty to sixty percent of the cultivation method that had been heavily guarded by the Temple!

Although the sacred Dou QI can’t be so easily stolen, but through some deep thinking and testing, it’s only a matter of time before White River fully figures out the entire makeup of the sacred Dou Qi once he returns to the Snowy Mountain.

Pity this Geppede. A body full of abilities was instantly destroyed by White River. Now he’s even inferior to a common folk!

Making a light laugh, White River was just about to leave when a vigorous and steady voice came out from within the chapel: “Where is the wicked who wounded my Knight, and defiled our great prayer!”

As soon as the voice died down, the door to the chapel swung open and a clergyman in black came out.

The man was about fifty something years old, with a pointed chin and a very thin look. Like his age, those pair of eyes had more grey than white, making him look almost blind and uncomfortable gloomy.

Not wasting another word, the moment this man came out into the open he had shot two beams of red flame at the assailant

“Oh? What kind of magic is this?” White River became intrigued.

Casually moving his body back to dodge, White River was delighted to find the air and everything around himself warped, like a powerful pressure was pushing in against him, “Oh, so this is your divine spells right?”

As the flames came up to White River, he ticked one of his fingers and instantly sucked the entire attack onto the tip of his finger. Then condensing it until it looked no more than a miniature star, the light was eventually sucked entirely into his sleeve with a wave, leaving behind nothing at all!

White River’s action was very relaxed and calm, but the black robed priest on the other hand was trembling inside over the fact.

When Geppede noticed the arrival of the black robed priest, his face immediately showed hope despite throwing up another mouthful of blood, “Your grace, lord judge, this man… this man….”

Du Wei didn’t miss those words…. Judgement Lord, can it be the Temple’s Judgement Lord?

If so, then this Judgement Lord is also part of the Xieni faction and that ambush in the river is done in this priest’s name!

Du Wei didn’t miss the mark. The black robe man standing here was in fact the present Judgement Lord of the Temple of Light. After the former one was slain by Hussein during his escape in the Frozen Forest, this black robe priest took the opportunity to seize the position and spread his influences.

Like Geppede, after the failure of the river incident, the Xieni faction had relocated this Judge to this small little town so that when Maximos brought up the complaints to the Pope, there won’t be anyone he can pin it on in person.

Seeing how easy White River managed to dispel his attack, this Judgement Lord was shaking even harder inside. Not daring to stay put, his arms got to work as he murmured a set of words to raise a transparent wall around himself.

Like the mages, divinists aren’t skilled in melee combat. In order to avoid the foe from pushing him into a disadvantage by forcing a close fight, he hurriedly erected a defensive barrier to bide time until he can cast his other powerful spells.

Taking it all in, White River not only didn’t attack, he stepped back to give the priest more space. Faintly smiling: “Don’t worry, I won’t take the opportunity to hit you. If you got any other powerful spells then go ahead, I want to see what’s this fuss about the Temple’s divine spells.”

White River’s absolute confidence caused this Judgement Lord to be even more frightened inside. After gritting his teeth, this priest ripped the sacred badge off his chest and invoked a spell. Making a dashing bright light, a silvery brilliance burst out of the badge and reformed into a staff.

Not daring to be slow, this priest worked quickly and mouthed a series of strange notes like a hymn. Then under a dazzling holy glow, this man was bathed in an aura of white that gave off a soothing and warm feeling. The only thing missing was the lack of bowing followers to indicate how high and mighty he was.

Even from afar, a lot of the people still around to watch the fight was on their knees, following along with the hymn. The only ones not affected at this point was White River and Du Wei.

“Humph… nothing but a charming effect.”

By now the Judgement Lord was done with his preparations. Raising the staff high above his head, rings of halo were shooting out of the staff head and flying over to White River. Not dodging or blocking the rings of light, White River just stood there to let the halos wrap around his body. In a brief instant, the gentle and soothing halos around his body began to spin, becoming dangerous and deadly.

Still the same overconfident face, White River randomly waves his sleeve around to shoo away the halos like shooing away a fly. In the moment his sleeve touched one of the light rings, that specific halo instantly turned into a pillar of light and disappeared.

“Eh?”

“Conceited fellow, under the cleansing light of my Goddess of Light, hurry and kneel for forgiveness!!”

“Cleansing?” White River narrowed eyes to carefully look at the halos around his body. Then suddenly making a laugh, “Just a bluff, and you even went as far as to make up a frightening name. If you can, I like to see you come cleanse me.”

“It’s you who is seeking death, not me being cruel!! Oh merciful goddess, let this wicked being accept your judgement!” The Judgement Lord shouts, his staff pointing at White River. Following their caster’s command, the halos started to contract, and in no time at all, the halos have enveloped White River in a pillar of light that completely overshadowed his figure!

It was dazzling, it was blinding, it was magnificent!

Once the light receded, nothing remains on the spot, not even a trace of hair!

“Humph, who knows where this arrogant man came from. Relying on his little bit of strange magic, he dares to come make trouble in the house of the goddess. Under the cleansing light of the goddess, I have wiped him from existence!” The Judgement Lord exhales deeply and throws a few righteous words out there to defend his actions. Just when this priest thought it was all over, a voice came from behind his ear: “Arrogant? I say it’s you who’s arrogant.”

All of a sudden from the air itself, a white hand stretched out and grabbed the priest on his neck. In a flutter of panic, the Judgement Lord lost his grip and dropped the staff in his hand.

“No! Not possible!” The priest struggled: “You… You…”

Coming out from the air, the figure of White River gradually emerges, “What’s impossible?” You must be wondering why I haven’t been purified by your light yet right? Or is because I can easily bypass your barrier?”

The priest can only feel the hand on his neck gradually tightening. Despite his struggles, he couldn’t utter another word at this point.

But that’s not enough for the Shaman King. Moving in close, he smiled and whispered something into the priest’s ear: “A lowly being like you can never understand the true meaning of power! What goddess’s purification?? What a joke! That’s nothing more than a charm spell and a decomposition spell mixed together! Giving it a facelift with a new name and you call it a divine spell? What a load of crap!”

Pausing, he added another part to make the final blow: “As for your defense barrier… Poor fool, let me tell you. Once you understand the rules of the strong, these sorts of things are absolutely pointless! Your defensive barrier is only in front of you, but for the strong, they can distort the very space around themselves! So, what use is a barrier when space itself can be bent?” Finishing his words, White River tightens his grip on the neck.

Filled with fear, the Judgement Lord only had one thought in his mind:

I’m going to die today!

A little more pressure and the priest would be dead, but White River suddenly had a change of heart. Lightly tossing the priest to the ground, he said: “This knight over there calls you the Judgement Lord, are you the Judge of the Temple of Light? Very good! Then I would like you to do one thing for me.”

White River took a step back. Looking down at the priest in a condescending manner, he makes a very calm smile: “You go back and tell your Pope, say I am very interested in him. Pity my time out here is too short and don’t have time to visit him. If there’s a chance in the future, I hope I can meet him. Hmm, I pray that he stays safe, no sickness and stay in good health. When I go look for him in the future, I would like to see what a true divine spell is like. I hope he won’t let me down like you did.”

Gasping unceasingly, the Judgement Lord looked towards White River with great fear: “You, who are you!”

Instead of replying, White River gradually disappeared from the spot and reappeared before Du Wei, “Let’s go then shall we.”

Two steps out, White River suddenly turned around and said something totally unbefitting the situation, “Are you still hungry?”

Twitching in the corner of his mouth, Du Wei made a bitter smile: “I was hungry, but with the commotion you just made, I lost my appetite. Let’s just go instead…”

Making a smile: “You are very clever, just now you didn’t run away.”

Du Wei sighs: “Under your eyes, do you think I’m able to run?”

Bellowing out a laugh, White River rolled onto his horse and left first, behind was the dejected looking Du Wei following in his heels.

Coming out of the town, the two continued to head westward to the north.

“I say Mr. White, with the noise you are making, I fear the Temple will immediately dispatch their Holy Knights to pursue us.”

Shaking his head: “No they won’t. If that Pope of yours is smart, he will not send those knights after us after seeing what I did to that Judge. And even if they did send someone to pursue us, it will have to be someone that can contend with me. For someone that can become the Pope, I think he’s not that stupid.”

Exhaling, Du Wei threw out another remark: “You are very kind today. You made a lot of noise, but you didn’t kill a single one of them.”

Speaking in melancholy attitude: “In my eyes, these people are but ants on the ground. Trampling them or not is no different to me, I can’t even call it evil or good. Would you consider someone evil if they squash an ant?” Pausing for a moment, he looked at Du Wei again: “If you think its bland to not kill them then I can go back and clean them out at your request. To me it’s no more than lifting another finger.”

Du Wei shrunk his neck at the last remark: “Let’s just forget what said!”

But his heart immediately came up with a deadly scheme: “Mr. White, since you are so strong and proud, why you don’t directly go find that Pope since you want to meet with the strongest?”

White River suddenly reined his steed to a stop, his eyes carefully assessing Du Wei. After a long moment of this awkwardness, White River suddenly burst into a long laugh which disturbed Du Wei greatly.

“Boy, your understanding of me seems to be biased. Indeed, I’m a very prideful and arrogant person, that I admit myself… But, I am no fool so please, remember this fact firmly in your mind! Along the way, if you want to play any tricks then first understand this point. Running off to challenge the Pope is indeed something I really want to do. However, I’m sure that Blue Ocean told you this, I’m only able to exert thirty percent of my strength with this body. Besides, I’m the Shaman King, I got many big things waiting for me to do, why do I need to go do something as stupid as to dig my own grave? If I did do as you say, I wouldn’t be arrogant or prideful, I would be reckless and foolish! Eventually I will meet with the Pope, but now’s not that time.”

Flustered under that gaze, Du Wei turned his eyes away until White River continued to ride forward, leaving him behind alone.

That’s right! This genius monster is absolutely not someone I can trick with a few provocative words. Whether it be shamanism or martial art, this guy’s not lacking in either department. And from the looks of it, his intellect is quite high too. From this point forward, I can’t make any more mistakes, or else…..