So this is the strength of the 【Heng Sao Tian Ya】 Legion... Bah!" After defeating Benedictus, he spat a thick wad of phlegm onto the ground.

Spitting at someone was an act of extreme insult; the Third Divine Emissary doing so was equivalent to slapping the 【Heng Sao Tian Ya】 Legion across the face. White trembled violently all over and immediately raised a hand: "Archer Battalion, prepare!" The Archer Battalion was split into two parts: one was stationed outside on duty, guarding against sudden attacks from the heretics, and the other part was resting at the garrison.

The group currently gathered in the training ground was the resting contingent. Swish, in an instant, the archers, who already had a belly full of frustration, stood uniformly at the front, drawing their bows and nocking arrows.

The Third Divine Emissary’s face darkened as he looked at the surrounding bows and arrows, coldly sneering, “Hearing about you is not as good as meeting you. I heard that the Great Leader of the 【Heng Sao Tian Ya】 Legion possessed extraordinary cultivation, but now it seems...

Hmph hmph, he himself is a coward hiding his head, not daring to show his face, and his subordinates rely on sheer numbers! How ridiculous...

Fourth Divine Emissary, let’s go. They are just a bunch of noisy clowns.

I feel insulted that I lowered myself to come here today!” "This..." The Fourth Divine Emissary hesitated for a moment before reluctantly following the Third Divine Emissary toward the exit. When White and the others heard such insults, rage surged through them.

The Thunder-Waking Arrows of the Archer Battalion were about to be loosed when an icy voice drifted over from the side, and simultaneously, a figure clad in pure white instantly appeared in front of the two Divine Emissaries. "Who are you calling a coward hiding his head?" Ling Feng's willow brows shot up; standing in the center of the cultivation platform, her ice-cold face revealed slivers of intense killing intent.

Bishop Dima’s face turned green when he saw the Divine Emissaries rushing out. Why should we get involved when they are insulting the 【Heng Sao Tian Ya】 Legion?

Any clear-sighted person could see the situation. The opponent's true target was the 【Heng Sao Tian Ya】 Legion, and there wasn't much direct conflict with the Church.

Wasn't the Divine Emissary deliberately stepping in to fight on someone else's behalf? Uncertainty gripped them.

Even White and Cam were momentarily slow to react. From any perspective, Ling Feng shouldn't have stepped forward.

This solidified a thought in their minds: Ling Feng’s relationship with the Great Leader was far from simple! "Sister Ling Feng, beat this guy to death!

How dare he insult my Boss!" Little Tiger also stuck his head out, his fists clenched, his face boiling with indignation. Others were cursing the 【Heng Sao Tian Ya】 Legion, yet the two Divine Emissaries of the Church stepped up to defend them.

Everyone’s minds were struggling to process this. The Third Divine Emissary raised an eyebrow, a slight hint of anger crossing his face: "I said the Great Leader of the 【Heng Sao Tian Ya】 Legion is a coward hiding his head.

Now, does your Church want to step forward for him?" "You're courting death!" Hearing him speak ill of Chen Feng again, Ling Feng could no longer restrain herself. She lightly lifted her jade-like hands, which swept into a circular motion.

The afterimages generated by her hands actually formed a pair of wings blazing with fire. "Earth-Rank Mid-Grade Combat Skill—Wave Flame Wings!" Ling Feng let out a soft cry, and the fiery wings immediately shot forward.

The surrounding air seemed to rip apart under the tearing force of the wings, emitting a sizzling sound. The Wave Flame Wings was the very technique she had used when she first met Chen Feng, canceling out his Overlord Soaring Roar Fist.

Now that Ling Feng had perfectly activated her Fire Phoenix bloodline to reach the peak of the Saint Realm, the power she unleashed with this technique was incomparable to before. Seeing the opponent use such a powerful technique right at the start, the Third Divine Emissary's expression changed.

He flipped his wrist, took out a Divine Power Crystal Bean, and crushed it. A dark light flared around his entire body, and a massive black sphere appeared above his head.

"Divine Power Black Heart Sphere..." The Fourth Divine Emissary’s eyes immediately widened in disbelief, "He used his signature attack right off the bat?" The black sphere grew as it moved forward, instantly exceeding three meters in diameter. "Go!" The Third Divine Emissary’s face was grim as he roared and forcefully pushed the black sphere out.

The Wave Flame Wings and the Divine Power Black Heart Sphere slammed into each other violently. The force of this collision was several times greater than the previous clash with Dictus.

A sharp shriek echoed through the air, and the space where the two forces met immediately fractured, creating a massive black vortex. However, what shocked the surrounding crowd was that despite the immense power of Ling Feng’s attack, not a single trace of energy scattered—not even the soldiers closest to the impact felt the slightest gust of wind.

To an outsider, besides the earth-shattering noise, everything seemed unreal! It was like the difference between an ordinary martial artist whose fists made noise, and a master martial artist whose blows, even landing on the face, created no discernible air movement—that was the precision of power control.

Pfft... The Third Divine Emissary’s face turned pale, and he immediately flew backward, landing heavily on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Ling Feng’s complexion wasn't much better; a faint crimson stain appeared at the corner of her mouth. The two had decided the outcome in one move; it was a draw.

"The Divine Emissaries of the Church are indeed formidable; you managed to injure me without even borrowing external divine power!" The Third Divine Emissary struggled to stand up, wiping the blood from his lips with his right hand. "You are qualified to receive this letter, but...

don't get cocky. The First Divine Emissary's cultivation surpasses mine by a hundredfold; even if you are powerful, you are nothing before him!" Saying that, he took the letter from the Fourth Divine Emissary’s hand, tossed it casually, and it exploded in mid-air, revealing seven large characters.

"Noon tomorrow, Heaven-Reaching Platform!" "What does that mean?" White stood up and asked. "Tomorrow at noon, we request your Great Leader and the two Divine Emissaries of the Church to come to the Heaven-Reaching Platform to watch the battle between the Pope and my God's First Divine Emissary...

Ah..." The Third Divine Emissary hadn't finished speaking when a scream escaped him as he face-planted onto the ground, his posture exactly that of a dog eating dirt, his face landing precisely in the thick phlegm he had spat out earlier. "What are you doing?" The Fourth Divine Emissary roared as Little Tiger launched a sneak attack on the Third Divine Emissary.

"Nothing, I just found him annoying and decided to teach him a lesson. Want to fight one-on-one?" Little Tiger grinned, making a face.

Just as the Third Divine Emissary was speaking righteously, Little Tiger had used a blink to appear behind him and kicked him squarely in the rear. Little Tiger had been devouring the Demon Cores of the Xuan Tiger Clan, and his cultivation had long entered the Saint Realm.

Coupled with his abnormal physique, this kick carried considerable force. If the Third Divine Emissary hadn't been injured from his previous bout with Ling Feng, it might have been different, but injured and struck by Little Tiger’s instantaneous movement, he succumbed.

Seeing Little Tiger’s speed and noting his status as a Divine Emissary, the Fourth Divine Emissary decided to remain silent. Since the opponent held the rank of Divine Emissary, engaging him in another fight would likely bring more trouble than it was worth, especially since they had backup plans and weren't afraid of his current arrogance!

With that thought, the Fourth Divine Emissary directly pulled up the injured Third Divine Emissary and flew toward the sky, rocketing out of the valley. "Coward!" Little Tiger stuck out his tongue, returning to his spot with disdain.

All the soldiers of the 【Heng Sao Tian Ya】 Legion were excited, feeling vindicated by the actions of Ling Feng and Little Tiger, and their perception of the two had fundamentally changed. ………………………………………………………… "They want the Great Leader and the two of you to go to the Heaven-Reaching Platform to watch the Pope’s battle.

What do the two Divine Emissaries think?" White asked Ling Feng and Little Tiger. "We..." Ling Feng had returned to her seat by then; she had only suffered minor injuries and was fine after resting briefly.

"Do they think we have to go just because they dropped a letter and said a few words? Divine Emissary, don't fall for the trap!" Simon, the Captain of the Close Combat Battalion, shouted loudly, "They must have set up an ambush waiting for us to take the bait!

We shouldn't go!" Ling Feng and Little Tiger's performance had already earned their recognition, so Simon spoke to them now as integral members of the 【Heng Sao Tian Ya】 Legion. "Simon is right.

We cannot act rashly like that, or we'll fall right into their trap! Since we are inside the valley now, they can't attack us immediately.

At worst, we can just stall for time with them!" the Captain of the Fire Battalion agreed. Ling Feng was about to say they should go when she remembered: the contest between the First Divine Emissary and the Pope would be such a grand event that since she herself was invited, many other major powers must have been invited too.

The news would surely spread far and wide. If Chen Feng heard the news, would he appear?

"Yes, he definitely will appear!" For some reason, Ling Feng suddenly felt this certainty rise within her, making her utterly sure. "Perhaps we should..." As Ling Feng was about to speak, a whistling sound echoed from the sky, and a scout flew toward them in a panic.

"Report, Lord White..." The scout knelt on the ground, his face distraught, "Outside, outside..." "What's outside?" White asked. "The heretics suddenly changed formation and are attacking!

And our specialized Thunder-Waking Arrows are useless against them!" the scout urgently reported. "What?

The Thunder-Waking Arrows are useless? What exactly is going on?" The specialized Thunder-Waking Arrows were White and the others' greatest reliance.

If these were useless, even if they fled to the ends of the earth, wouldn't they still be hunted down? "The ones attacking have black halos around them.

These halos are completely fearless of the Thunder-Waking Arrows' attack!" the scout quickly explained. "Lord White, we request immediate support!" the remaining archers in the training ground shouted in unison.

"Alright, go quickly! Dictus, you take your troops there as well!" White commanded.

"Reporting to Lord White, Battalion Commander Dictus was heavily injured in the previous clash with the heretics' Third Divine Emissary and is still unconscious!" the Deputy Commander of the Underworld Saint Battalion quickly explained. "Then it's settled.

You will lead your troops immediately to the valley exit for support!" White instructed. "Yes!" The Deputy Commander of the Underworld Saint Battalion nodded.

The Underworld Saint Battalion and the remaining members of the Archer Battalion responded together and flew directly toward the valley exit. "Black light?

Could it be the same black light the Third Divine Emissary used just now?" White couldn't help but feel a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest. Whoosh...

Another whistle sounded in the air, and a scout flew over at that moment. This scout did not have the anxious expression of the previous two; instead, his face showed elation.

"Lord White, the heretics have suddenly stopped attacking! And they have released all the captured Archer Battalion members!" "Released people?

Retreating? What on earth is going on?" Everyone was stunned.

The heretics were attacking one moment and releasing prisoners the next—what were they trying to achieve? "I understand!" Hearing that the heretics had withdrawn, White suddenly seemed to grasp the situation, sat down heavily in his chair, and rubbed his throbbing temples.

"What is it?" Cam asked anxiously from the side. "They are showing off, proving to us that they have the capability to wipe us out in a very short time," White said flatly.

"But... if they have that capability, why didn't they just destroy us?

What is the purpose of making this display?" Cam couldn't comprehend. Indeed, if they didn't have something to fear from the Legion, they would simply annihilate them if they had the power; why go through such trouble?

"I don't know, but... I am certain it is related to the Great Leader!" White stated.

"It must be that the Great Leader possesses something they fear, which is why they have been trying to challenge him to a duel for days. Since the Great Leader hasn't appeared, they set up the Heaven-Reaching Platform to duel the Pope, and they sent the Third and Fourth Divine Emissaries to deliver the letter, inviting us to attend.

But the real objective is still to force the Great Leader to show up!" "You mean their attack just now was a threat? If we don't attend the duel tomorrow noon, they will wipe out our entire force?" Cam asked worriedly.

"Not our force, but the Great Leader. Their goal is to force the Great Leader out!" White finished speaking with worry etched on his face, his eyes slowly drifting toward the sky, as if piercing through mountains and rivers to search for the Great Leader, who was currently somewhere unknown.

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