Chapter 141: Leo X! Amen!

In the small chamber of the Church of Saint Sylvester, Leo sat waiting for the scepter to be brought in.

Although he had just proclaimed his accession, he still needed to hold a Mass for all the citizens to complete the entire coronation ceremony.

Odo knelt half-bent before Leo, the flushed expression on his face betraying his recent excitement.

"Where did you manage to gather those people?"

Leo asked. With very few supporters of his left in the city—

Driven by Midou's persistence, the curious onlookers abruptly changed their allegiance, throwing their support behind Midou instead. As the organizers, you of the Green Mountain Gate are in such a rush to arrange matches for Midou without giving him adequate rest. Are you attempting to rig the competition to secure an advantage for your own Green Mountain Gate's He Mingxin?

Without offering much explanation, Xiaoming stepped into the spatial rift, for Lingxiao had strictly forbidden him from breathing a word of this to Xiang Chenxi.

At that moment, Yu Dong'er scooped up Midou and soared toward the grand hall on the main peak. Ignoring his protests, she wrapped him tightly in a quilt like a rice dumpling, leaving only his head exposed so he could breathe. After all, Midou was still a mere mortal and far too vulnerable amidst the battles of the Keling Realm.

Now, he could be certain that the reason he had survived was inextricably linked to the Primordial Creation Pagoda. Racking his brains, he could only attribute it to sheer good fortune; apart from that, he simply could not fathom any other reason.

Having recovered his sight, the King of Demon Mongolia was utterly enraged, clearly displeased that these mere humans dared to launch a proactive attack rather than trembling in their boots out of terror.

Could it be that all those malevolent spirits and demons had been wiped out by the Kelingers? Cui the Carriage Driver longed to whip his horses and flee this deadly, cursed place, yet he worried that these formidable fiends might bring harm to the Bodhisattva who had saved him.

With those words, Li Yunchen departed from the Divine King's Mansion. Xia Shuixian gazed into the distance with her beautiful eyes, a trace of a smile finally lifting the corners of her lips into a sweet expression.

Suddenly, Hua Chun's voice boomed like a thunderclap, echoing through the newly born divine realm of Xiao Nu's soul, startling him back to consciousness.

Recently, tens of thousands of people had flooded into Danyang City, some to watch the spectacle, others to participate in the grand tournament. Everyone hoped to be chosen by an immortal sect, learn the dao of immortality, and attain eternal youth.

As if snapping out of a trance, he gently calculated the passage of time with his fingers, then picked up a piece of jade from his side, using his finger as a blade to carve it meticulously and slowly.

"What he said is true. All eight of our dispatched jounin perished, and they were killed in an instant." At that moment, a middle-aged man walked in, holding a freshly retrieved video recording. He handed the footage directly to the head of the family, Oda Yuzheng.

Suddenly, four rays of colorful light erupted from behind Qiankun, spinning back and forth like extra arms, while he crossed his arms over his chest, leaving those four rays of divine light to trade blows with the black blade.

Mu Hongling and Lian'er naturally had no objections, so the three of them set out on their journey toward the Dongyue Immortal Academy. The trip proved relatively peaceful, entirely free of trouble.

"Heh, I simply dislike having my thoughts interfered with, nor do I wish for others to boss me around when I am trying to accomplish something." Changsheng did not know what Jia Hu meant, but he vaguely suspected that Jia Hu was probing him, testing what his ultimate objective might be.

The Duke of Yansheng and Li Taibai regained their wits, then exchanged glances, both seeing lingering fear in each other's eyes.

This trial was not merely a test of spiritual energy; rather, it was a comprehensive challenge combining physical strength, endurance, and willpower.

Worker Zhang was a middle-aged man roughly as stout as Wang Shuai's uncle. No doubt Wang Shuai's uncle had exaggerated quite a bit to secure this position through heavy bribery.

"Damn it, even so, I won't return it! If I can't have it, neither can they!" Xia Yang clearly had no intention of letting Yang Yanxiao gain nine extra lives for no reason, especially since a single life was already more than enough trouble for him to handle.

The three supreme elders of the Daluo Sect let out a cold shout, their auras blazing like flickering flames. A frigid, terrifying murderous intent cast a bone-chilling frost across the entire world, horrifyingly peerless.