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The Middle-Earth Bright Religion has intricate connections with the Persian Sect, but Jiang Han is unwilling to have any "ancestors" above him!
"Master, these guys initially claimed they wanted to take over the divided Middle-Earth Bright Religion!" Fan Yao reported as he noticed Jiang Han's calm demeanor towards the visitors from the Persian Sect.
Jiang Han narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing across them as he sneered, "Heh, what a bold claim!"
Before Ambur could speak, a young man standing behind him, a Grandmaster, immediately interjected, "How dare you show disrespect to Elder Ambur!"
When Elder Ambur expressed his admiration for Jiang Han, the Grandmaster felt a pang of anxiety. If Jiang Han agreed to Elder Ambur's proposal, the candidate for the Saint Son of the Persian Holy Sect would likely be decided.
"Presumptuous! Who gave you the audacity to speak to me, the Master of the Holy Church, like that?" Tianshan Tonglao's gaze turned icy. With a single command from Jiang Han, he was ready to retaliate and teach them a lesson.
"Heh," the young man mocked, "a martial artist from a small place thinks he can become king just because he got lucky and broke through to the Fusion Realm?"
Indeed, in his eyes, the Western Regions were just a small place! Jealousy makes people detestable! His vision was limited; he simply could not believe that Jiang Han could break through to the Grandmaster of Martial Arts at such a young age. Instead, he suspected that Jiang Han had used some temporary technique to deceive Elder Ambur.
Without moving from his spot, Jiang Han suddenly clenched his fist and swung it out. The young martial artist who had been speaking was instantly sent flying, his chest punctured by the force of the blow, leaving a bloody hole—dead beyond recovery!
"You actually killed him!"
As Ambur's words fell, a chilling wind swept through the entire hall, like the wailing of evil spirits. Ambur's face was as cold as ice as he scolded, "Do you know who he is? How dare you take advantage of my unpreparedness and kill the son of my Persian Holy Sect's Flowing Cloud Envoy!"
Jiang Han looked at him and replied indifferently, "I never need to know who I am killing or what their status is! What I believe in is that No One Is Beyond Killing! As long as he barks in front of me and ruins my mood, or stands in my way, I will kill him!"
Ambur stared deeply at him, his gaze strange as if looking at a dead man. "Do you know what will happen for killing the son of my Persian Holy Sect's Saint Envoy? For thousands of years, anyone who has offended my Holy Church has faced the full might of the church, hunted down relentlessly until they are eliminated!"
Jiang Han scoffed, countering with a cold expression, "Leave now, and I can spare your life!"
"Are you not worried that Manichaeism will be destroyed because of your arrogance?" Ambur's eyebrows twitched, ready to strike at any moment. In his eyes, Jiang Han had become one of those young people who achieve success too early and fail to recognize reality. Just having recently advanced to the Fusion Realm, he dared to speak so boldly in front of an established Fusion Realm expert like himself!
How strange the world is; the more Ambur had admired Jiang Han before, the more he now loathed him. A sense of repulsion filled his heart.
Jiang Han dismissed him with a wave of his sleeve, saying, "Destroy my Manichaeism? No one could destroy Manichaeism in the past, and it certainly remains so now!"
As his words fell, Jiang Han naturally stood up from the throne. With each step he took forward, his aura grew stronger, causing the surrounding forces of nature to tremble in response. The power of the surrounding world seemed to be drawn by his momentum.
The rhythm of his footsteps matched perfectly with the pulsating frequency around him. In mid-air, clouds gathered, and countless dark clouds swirled like a tornado, hovering above. With each step Jiang Han took, it felt as if he was stepping on the hearts of those present, creating an uncomfortable sensation. This feeling was particularly strange; the stronger the presence, the more they could sense the immense pressure.
For instance, at this moment, Ambur, along with the six Martial Arts Grandmasters standing behind him, felt a suffocating pressure under Jiang Han's influence. Just moments ago, Ambur had thought of Jiang Han as a reckless elder who had achieved sudden success. Now, his expression changed repeatedly before he finally sighed and said, "What kind of fortune have you obtained? You don't seem like a martial artist who has just broken through to the Fusion Realm at all!"
He vaguely sensed the pressure emanating from Jiang Han, which was far beyond what a newly promoted Grandmaster of Martial Arts should possess. In fact, in Ambur's mind, the pressure Jiang Han exerted could even rival that of several Saint Envoys from the Persian Holy Sect.
Jiang Han chuckled lightly, neither confirming nor denying it. He had consumed and refined Dragon Essence to break through to the Fusion Realm. The powerful energy from the Dragon Essence had become the foundation for his advancement, propelling him forward significantly in the Fusion Realm.
He was confident that even in front of Grandmasters of Martial Arts who had immersed themselves in the Fusion Realm for many years, he would not feel any fear; instead, he regarded them as sharpening stones for his skills. Clearly, this elder from the Persian Sect was well-suited to be his first sharpening stone after advancing to the Fusion Realm!
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