His body trembled uncontrollably; his fear of death surpassed his loyalty to the church! A soul that had more emotions had a higher quality. Take those other three for example. They didn’t even know what they themselves were thinking, how simple! The Death God looked at his master, ‘What kind of soul does she have?’ That may forever be a secret. Lu Shiqian walked to the forest and checked out the sobbing and weeping children stolen by the Church of Light. She muttered, “Church of Light? Looks like the cat’s out of the bag.” She picked up her dagger and took the lives of over 10 guards. She wasn’t unaware of the Church of Light’s status on the Devil Dance continent. However, now that they’ve enraged her, then they should be ready to reap what they sow!
Lu Shiqian was the type to not strike back if you don’t provoke her. You provoke me? I’ll return it ten times back. Even though the matter rose from a misunderstanding, she didn’t have any qualms about blowing up the matter. Besides, even if Sun Yi didn’t attack her, seeing this cart of kidnapped children, she would still go save them. The result would’ve been the same either way. Zhang Xing was a cunning person. He saw Lu Shiqian at the head of the party and felt her extraordinary temperament, calm and unhesitant. He also couldn’t sense Wei Mo’s aura, his body overflowing with water attribute magic. He was very beautiful. Then he saw the Death God, who was covered from head to toe in black, his hand holding a large scythe. He couldn’t sense him either. His heart shook and he wondered if he met some nobles out on a trip instead. He didn’t want to sow resentment between the nobles and the church; those families tend to have deep reserves. However, since he already came all this way, he may as well teach this young lady a lesson. At the very least, he should give them a warning: “Are you all aware that I’m from the Church of Light?”