Quan Ji chuckled, casually toying with the sword in her hand, her gaze filled with mockery. "Perhaps you're too weak?"

The Pope glared at him, baring his teeth, "You... I don't believe it! No one can escape the curse of the plague god!"

He condensed a dark purple light seal in his hand, which continued to expand until it even surpassed his entire body.

He raised his hand and threw the light seal directly out.

"The curse of the plague god!"

The light imprint flew out and landed on Quan Ji.

Quan Ji remained motionless and calmly allowed herself to be swallowed and merged by the light seal.

After a while, she was still unharmed.

"This...this is impossible."

The Pope was utterly bewildered. He had never failed to cast a curse in his entire life, so why was this woman completely unaffected?

"I don't believe it!"

"The Plague God—"

Before he could finish speaking, Quan Ji yawned, her gaze suddenly turning cold, and with a powerful leap, she flew directly in front of the Pope, moving like a ghost.

"Alright, I've had enough fun."

As soon as she finished speaking, Princess Quan began to wield her silver sword.

Swish—

With a sharp whooshing sound, the Pope's arm was severed by Quan Ji.

"Aaaaaah—!"

The Pope screamed, his eyes filled with despair.

Quan Ji looked at him coldly, then raised her sword again, "That hand you just gave me is what you returned to all the common people in Fengyuan City!"

"This sword strike is repayment for the time I wasted!"

Swish—

Princess Quan cut off the Pope's other arm as well.

The Pope screamed in terror, "Ahhhhh, you...you don't come any closer...don't cut me...they're just a bunch of useless commoners; it's their honor to serve the plague god...Pfft!!"

As Quan Ji listened to his outrageous words, she plunged her sword into his abdomen without saying a word, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Pope stared in disbelief at the sword that had pierced him, feeling a blur before his eyes. He then looked up and his gaze fell upon the stunningly beautiful face of Princess Quan.

At this moment, Quan Ji was icy cold all over, her face expressionless, like a killing weapon.

"You...you killed me, the plague god will not let you go!"

Quan Ji glanced sideways, a smile playing on her lips:

"He won't let me go? You try letting him descend in his true form! He's just a low-level god. His followers have harmed my people greatly. I'll see how he won't let me go!"

This plague god, and the Pope, have harmed her people; not one of them should live!

"How dare you slander the God of Plague like this... Fine, very well! You want me to summon the god, then I will grant your wish!"

He spat out another mouthful of blood, and a black bottle appeared in front of him, floating in the air.

The Pope manipulated his blood to draw strange symbols on one side of the bottle.

"Great plague god... heed my call and descend!"

Quan Ji's gaze was cold and indifferent as she calmly looked at the black bottle, waiting for the plague to descend.

...

After a long while, there was no movement.

Quan Ji frowned. "Heh...useless."

She's still waiting for her first god-slaying after her rebirth.

The Pope, his face flushed, was so angry he almost vomited blood: "Don't be so arrogant!"

Dissatisfied with his tone, Quan Ji drew her longsword and stabbed the Pope again, inflicting further pain that nearly killed him. The Pope wished he could just die right then and there.

The plague god will certainly not stand idly by and watch his most devout believer be humiliated like this!

Just then, Quan Ji snatched the black bottle from in front of the Pope.

"If you can't do it, I will."

The Pope, his eyes red and on the verge of madness, cried out, "What are you talking about? You're blaspheming God! You'll die a horrible death!"

Quan Ji smirked: "Died a horrible death? Heh, open your dog eyes and take a good look!"

"You plague god, why don't you come out and pay your respects to this young lady?!"