Xu Ruiling raised her inner question.

Shangwu looked at her with a complicated expression: "Ling'er, I'm really surprised that you can think so much."

Xu Ruiling said irritably, "What do you mean? I can grow up too, okay?!"

"Um?"

"Where are you looking???"

"Ahem, let's get back to the main topic."

Shangwu coughed.

"There's no right or wrong in this matter; it's simply a matter of different perspectives."

"But the Creation Cult hasn't done anything heinous." Xu Ruiling paused, remembering the audience members who were implicated in the martial arts exam.

"At least they're not like other cults, always thinking about joining forces with alien beasts and destroying the world. Can't they sit down and have a proper talk?"

Shang Wu hit the nail on the head: "Negotiations are based on the premise that both parties are equal."

Xu Ruiling was stunned.

Humans who possess demigods and the Creation Cult that cannot possess demigods.

Even if they can tolerate gene fusion and intelligent alien beasts, they will still covet the technology of the Creation Cult.

It's simply impossible for the Creation Church to reveal its fundamental principle of gene fusion.

Xu Ruiling fell silent.

"Okay, you've already grown a lot by being able to think this far."

Shangwu held her hand gently and said, "I'll take care of everything. We won't be apart."

Xu Ruiling asked these questions not because she cared much about District 11, but simply because she wanted to know if she, as a believer, could still stay by Shangwu's side.

"Um."

She wasn't in a good mood.

"I wonder if they have mala tang here, later..."

boom!

Shangwu was about to calm her down when a loud roar interrupted him.

With a roar, the floor shook. Shang Wu instinctively shielded Xu Ruiling behind him, his eyes fixed on the source of the sound like sword light.

Getting closer!

Bang!

The next second, a figure smashed through the wall, flashed past the two of them, and passed directly through the room.

Although it was only for a moment, Shangwu still clearly saw the man's chest wound, which was almost to the bone.

With a "biu" sound.

A sharp spike shot out from the hole the man had created, chasing after him as if intent on killing him!

"A religious follower?!"

After the spikes flew out, a tall figure bent down and entered the room.

What is striking is the undulating gray spikes on his back that form a semicircle.

The believers noticed the two men, but ignored them.

He bent his arm at an odd angle behind his back, snapped off a spike from his back, and then aimed it at the flying figure again.

"Ling'er, go to a safe place first."

Shangwu gave the order, and the snow-white longsword landed in his hand.

Clearly, he wasn't going to stand idly by.

"good."

The cultist's aura was only that of a seventh-level martial artist, so Xu Ruiling was not worried about Shangwu.

"Kid...get out of here."

The cultist's voice was hoarse as he coldly swept his gaze over him.

"This is District 11," Shangwu said coldly. "Are cultists this blatant now?"

"So what if it's District 11?" The cultist pointed his spikes at Ke Shangwu: "The Venerable One can't stop the Creation Cult from killing those they want to kill!"

boom!

With a deafening roar, the spikes flew towards Shangwu like a cannonball.

But he remained unfazed, and with a flick of his wrist, a flash of sword light appeared, causing the followers to blink involuntarily.

But it failed to open.

The spike had split in two, its cross-section as smooth as a mirror, and the cultist had collapsed with a thud.

He was already a grandmaster, and had also completed the processes of bone tempering and internal organ strengthening.

The weapons he held were forged from calamity-grade materials.

If this can't even kill an ordinary believer, then it's pretty useless.

"wrong."

Shangwu ignored the cultists on the ground, quickly went to the window, and peered upwards.

Bang!

Two figures flew out one after the other, one of whom had a pair of fleshy wings and was chasing after the person in front.

And they are heading this way now!

Shangwu's expression changed slightly. He was about to draw his sword to warn the other party not to attract the cultists when the other party spoke first.

Brother! How is my brother?

Shangwu recalled the figure that had just flown out, and it was almost identical to the person who had approached him.

"The followers who were hunting him down are dead."

Shangwu gave a brief reply.

"Thanks!"

Chenyu breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving a definite answer and slowed down, seemingly just wanting to confirm Chenhang's safety.

There was no intention to shift the blame elsewhere.

"careful!"

The cultist behind him suddenly opened his mouth, his long tongue pointing at Chen Yu's back like a spear, as if to pierce him!

Fortunately, Shangwu's timely reminder allowed Chenyu to immediately dodge to the side.

Boom!

It didn't look like a tongue at all; it landed on the wall and blasted a small crater, looking more like steel!

Chen Yu seized the opportunity, gripped a large ring-bladed knife, and aimed it at the tongue, intending to cut it off!

Bang!

Before he could land, a blurry figure appeared directly beside him, its sickle-like arm falling straight down at him.

There was no time to dodge. Chen Yu parried with his sword, but he couldn't withstand the opponent's terrifying strength and was blasted down from the sky.

And by sheer coincidence, it landed right next to Shangwu's.

"This is troublesome."

He noticed what the winged cultist and another cultist were saying, and their gazes toward him turned icy.

Shangwu glanced back to make sure Xu Ruiling had left before he felt relieved.

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