157: Holy Spirit descends

Chen Nian's words were like cold, sharp knives, stabbing deep into the hearts of every member of the Evil God Cult present.

This casual mockery was more lethal than any vicious curse, instantly shattering their final line of mental defense.

"You... how dare you desecrate the Holy God!!" The leader's eyes were nearly bursting, his voice distorted by extreme rage.

However, his roar seemed so pale and powerless.

Because Chen Nian had already given the most direct response through his actions.

His figure disappeared again, turning into a whirlwind of death that zipped through the temple.

He didn't use the sharp cutting of the Heart-Devouring Demon Silk, he didn't use the eerie bombardment of the Nether Shock, and he certainly didn't unleash the majestic heavenly power of the Evil-Warding Heavenly Thunder.

He simply used his purest, most direct Physical Body strength.

A punch, a kick.

Simple, crude, and efficient.

Every time he moved, a spray of tragic, vivid blood followed.

Every rise and fall of his fists and feet meant the end of one, or even several, lives.

There was no struggling, no resistance, and not even any effective blocking.

It was a completely one-sided massacre!

Blood splashed like a rainstorm, staining the dark red floor of the temple even deeper and more viscous.

Shredded meat, broken bones, internal organs... they covered every inch of the floor, leaving almost nowhere to step.

The thick, inseparable smell of blood mixed with the stench of organs, forming a nauseating, hellish odor.

The entire temple had truly transformed into a living purgatory, an Asura slaughterhouse!

Plop!

Finally, someone couldn't withstand the boundless fear; their legs gave way, and they knelt directly into the pool of blood.

"Spare me! Have mercy, Great One!!"

Tears and snot flowed as he kowtowed frantically toward Chen Nian's direction, regardless of everything.

His forehead struck the cold floor and viscous plasma, making muffled "thud-thud" sounds.

"I was wrong! I was really wrong! I shouldn't have believed in the Evil God! I shouldn't have been your enemy!"

"I beg you! Let me go! I'm willing to leave the darkness for the light! I'm willing to be your dog! I'll do anything you say! I only ask that you spare my worthless life!"

With the first one, came a second, a third... "Plop! Plop! Plop!"

The remaining Evil Cultivators, no matter how arrogant they had been before, discarded all their dignity and faith at this moment.

They knelt on the ground like limp mud, crying, pleading, and kowtowing like they were pounding garlic.

"Great One! We were forced! The Cult Leader forced us!"

"Holy God? To Hell with the Holy God! It's just a liar! It can't protect us at all!"

"Lord Chen Nian! You are the true god! We are willing to believe in you! Please give us a chance!"

They were making fools of themselves, as humble as ants.

To stay alive, they could hesitate for a second before trampling on their former faith and betraying everything without a bottom line.

However, facing these pleas that were as humble as dust, the expression on Chen Nian's face didn't change in the slightest.

He looked at the Evil Cultivator without a shred of pity or compassion, only a contemptuous and playful look as if looking down at an ant.

"Begging for mercy now?" Chen Nian spat out four words contemptuously, as if he had heard the world's most ridiculous joke, "Too late!"

From the moment they joined the Evil God Cult, their fate was already sealed—death!

As soon as he finished speaking, his foot stomped down casually.

Squelch!

Like stepping on a ripe watermelon, the Evil Cultivator's head, along with the fear and pleading on his face, was instantly crushed to pieces, red and white matter splashing everywhere.

Chen Nian didn't even give it a second glance; his figure flashed again as he lunged toward the next target.

The slaughter continued.

The efficiency remained so high it was suffocating.

Those Evil Cultivators kneeling and begging for mercy couldn't even finish a single complete sentence of repentance before being ruthlessly crushed in the next second.

At this moment, whatever Holy God's blessings, cult glory, or camaraderie between colleagues all seemed so ridiculous and pale in the face of absolute death.

The Spiritual Energy Bureau's troops had actually followed them in long ago.

But they could only stand at the shattered temple doors, staring dumbfoundedly at this one-sided massacre.

Their faces were filled with shock, awe, and a hint of indescribable chill.

Too strong! Too ruthless!

This wasn't a battle at all; this was art, the ultimate display of violent aesthetics!

Finally, when the last Evil Cultivator trying to crawl away was pulled back through the air by Chen Nian and had his throat crushed.

The entire noisy, chaotic temple suddenly went quiet.

A deathly silence.

Except for Chen Nian and the people from the Spiritual Energy Bureau standing at the door not daring to move.

Inside the entire temple, only one person was still standing.

The Cult Leader of the Evil God Cult.

He stood in place, his body trembling violently and uncontrollably.

The madness and ferocity on his face had long since vanished, replaced by boundless fear and despair.

He had watched with his own eyes as the foundation he had built for years, and those colleagues who had received the divine gift, were easily slaughtered by Chen Nian like clay chickens and pottery dogs.

The power he took pride in, his final trump card, was vulnerable and weak before this opponent.

He finally realized that the man in front of him was someone he couldn't afford to provoke at all!

At this time, Chen Nian slowly turned around, his calm gaze landing on the leader.

His body was spotless, not even a single drop of blood had splashed on him.

It formed an extremely eerie contrast with the surrounding scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Now, it's your turn."

Chen Nian's voice was very flat, yet it carried the weight of a final judgment.

The leader's whole body trembled, his lips quivering, wanting to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

Extreme fear gripped his throat.

He subconsciously backed away until his back hit the cold Altar.

On the Altar, that pitch-black vortex was still slowly rotating, emitting heart-palpitating evil fluctuations.

Right then, as if sensing the mass death of the cultists, the vortex's rotation speed suddenly accelerated!

Buzz—!!!

A will far more terrifying, more vast, and colder than before suddenly erupted from the depths of the vortex!

The entire temple shook violently, and the space itself let out an overburdened wail!

The runes on the Altar flashed frantically, and the blood-thick energy surged like boiling water!

Boom—!!!

A pitch-black crack suddenly tore open in the Void Realm.

An indescribable power, strong enough to make one tremble, erupted from the vortex!

The faces of the Spiritual Energy Bureau members instantly turned pale, their breathing became difficult, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on them, and even their thoughts became sluggish!

That was an existence far beyond their scope of understanding!

Sensing this powerful force, the Cult Leader of the Evil God Cult's despairing face instantly erupted with a look of wild joy!

As if grasping his last straw, he screamed with all his might:

"Holy God! Great Holy God! You have finally descended!"