The old man next to him quickly picked up the cane and put it back.

Mingzhuo: "This is really boring. So all that work you've done is recruit this kind of believer?"

The peach wood sword suddenly flew out, heading straight for the podium.

The priest frantically tried to dodge, but the peach wood sword was aimed at the statue above, smashing it to pieces with a loud crack.

The priest, hiding under the podium like a cat, was utterly shocked. How could someone just start a fight like that? It was too barbaric and violent.

The man who had just been arrogantly cursing Mingzhuo was now trembling and trying to escape, but his legs went weak and he couldn't stand up several times, so he could only desperately crawl to the side.

The others were also shocked by Mingzhuo's sudden move. Everyone was afraid of dying, so they subconsciously took a few steps back and dared not step forward.

Mingzhuo used this tactic to intimidate the believers, but the staff were not convinced.

They were called staff members, but they were more like thugs, as they pounced on the enemy with agility.

Mingzhuo was ruthless towards these people, kicking them all back as they rushed at him.

Someone shouted, "Everyone, charge! Are we afraid of just five of them when there are so many of us?"

"God has always answered our prayers. Are we just going to let these thugs smash this place up?"

"Charge! For the Lord!"

With a few encouraging words, the crowd quickly rallied together. Someone threw a bouquet of flowers at them, and then more things followed.

He Wangyao thought these people were completely unreasonable: "You all need to leave here right now! This isn't Jesus; you've chosen the wrong god!"