Chapter 230: Rebellion in the Holy City, the Authority of Heavenly Father
"Wang...Wang Feng?! Why are you here?!"
Song He's pupils suddenly contracted and he staggered back half a step.
"Dean Songhe, I have come here specially to visit you." Wang Feng had an ambiguous sneer on his lips.
The afternoon sun shone in from behind him, casting a long shadow on the ground.
"A special trip?" Song He's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his voice as dry as sandpaper. "Isn't the Lu Nian incident already settled? I'm just a retired old man now."
"Lu Nian?" Wang Feng chuckled and shook his head, his boots making crisp sounds on the wooden floor. "I've forgotten about that little thing a long time ago. It's just..."
He suddenly stepped forward and said, "I hate it most when people play tricks on me."
Songhe's back was already against the cold wall.
He swallowed hard, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead: "This is all a misunderstanding, Wang Feng, listen to my explanation"
"Misunderstanding?" Wang Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was chilling. "Qin Yu'er is so unlucky to know you... Forget it, you should go to hell and slowly repent."
Song He's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hairs on his body stood on end. The sense of danger of death made him no longer care about the Holy City's prohibitions.
"Demon Wood Hand·Execution!!"
He gritted his teeth, and the constellations behind him suddenly lit up. Dark yellow vines broke out of the ground like poisonous snakes, and instantly turned into a ferocious giant hand, grabbing Wang Feng tightly!
"Ha...ha..." Song He gasped for breath, a twisted and crazy expression appeared on his old face.
"Wang Feng, ah Wang Feng, no matter how talented you are, you still died in my hands?! Hahahaha——"
"What are you laughing at?"
A cold voice came from behind.
Songhe's laughter stopped abruptly, and his neck turned stiffly—
What came into view was Wang Feng’s cold face, and... a ray of blood-red flame that suddenly expanded!
"ah--!!!"
Sharp screams pierced the streets of the holy city. Songhe struggled frantically in the bloody flames, and eventually turned into a handful of charred ashes, scattered on the ground.
The residents upstairs heard the noise and looked out, but when they saw the fight between the magicians, they immediately retracted their heads. Some even tremblingly dialed the communicator of the Holy City Law Enforcement Team.
"Huh, this old guy is finally dead. What a relief." Wang Feng brushed his sleeves, as if he was just cleaning up some dust.
Michael's fists creaked, his eyes burning with anger: "Wang Feng! Even if you bear the title of Archangel, the Holy City will never let you go!"
Before he finished speaking, hurried footsteps were heard on the street. A team of law enforcement mages in standard robes rushed into the store. The captain in the lead shouted, "Who dares to commit a crime in the Holy City?!"
Wang Feng raised his eyes lazily and pointed at the ashes on the ground: "The criminal has been executed, the matter is resolved."
The captain's expression suddenly changed. He stared at the pile of ashes, shocked and furious. "How dare you! You killed someone in the street and you still dare to quibble? Catch him!"
"Stand back."
An ethereal and majestic voice suddenly sounded, like the sound of heaven.
The next second, brilliant holy light fell from the sky, and a figure stepped down from the light. His silver-white robe moved without wind, sacred and inviolable.
"Lord Remire!" The law enforcement captain quickly bowed and saluted with a respectful look.
Remiel's gaze was as cold as frost as he cast upon Wang Feng: "Wang Feng, do you acknowledge your guilt?"
Wang Feng raised a playful smile: "Oh? I'd like to hear what crime I have committed."
"You committed a crime in the street, defied the iron laws of the Holy City, and yet you still dare to quibble?" Remiel's voice was like a hammer of judgment, vibrating in the air.
Wang Feng put his hands in his pockets nonchalantly and shrugged: "I'm just doing my job."
"Duty?" A cold glint flashed in Remiel's eyes. "The Holy City has never recognized your identity. If you surrender now, you might even get a lighter sentence."
"Heh," Wang Feng suddenly chuckled, his eyes becoming sharper. "It seems you and Michael are the same kind of people. If you want to fight, then fight, and stop talking nonsense. I'm not a fool like Wen Tai, who would be fooled into committing suicide by a few righteous words from you."
Remiel's pupils suddenly contracted, and golden divine light flowed in his eyes.
"In that case."
Before he finished speaking, a dazzling divine light bloomed from behind Remiel.
Twelve pure white wings slowly spread out, and the pressure of the Seraph instantly enveloped the entire venue.
"Oh my God! Lord Remiel is actually a Seraph?!" The onlookers exclaimed and stepped back.
This archangel, who had never taken action since returning to the Holy City, finally showed his true strength at this moment.
A holy book emitting a divine light appeared in Remiel's hand, and the pages turned rapidly without wind.
As a dazzling white light flashed, Wang Feng felt the scene before his eyes suddenly change -
The once bustling streets have disappeared, replaced by an eerie reflection of the holy city.
All the buildings are exactly the same as those in the holy city, except for the people.
"You care more about the safety of ordinary people than Michael does, which is commendable." Wang Feng nodded slightly, with a hint of approval in his eyes.
"But..." His tone suddenly turned cold, "You chose the wrong opponent."
"Arrogant!" Remiel's eyes shone brightly, and the holy book in his hands burst into a dazzling light. "No matter what means you use to steal the holy power, a heretic is still a heretic after all, and can never compete with a true angel!"
Before he finished speaking, the void behind him suddenly twisted—
"roar--!"
Along with the deafening dragon roar, a golden dragon, slightly smaller than the Black Dragon Emperor Austin, broke out from the air, with overwhelming dragon power!
Immediately afterwards, a towering statue of the emperor slowly descended, both of them emitting suffocating imperial pressure!
"Indeed, you are very strong." Wang Feng nodded, his tone calm. "Unfortunately, you are using the power I gave you after all. Even if your cultivation is higher than mine, you will never be able to defeat me."
Remiel was slightly startled and looked at Wang Feng in disbelief: "Are you crazy?"
However, the next second, his doubts came to an abrupt end——
Wang Feng's eyes suddenly became ethereal and deep, and a sacred and noble soul slowly emerged behind him.
The soul shadow was pure and flawless, like a god descending to the earth. Just looking at it caused an uncontrollable throbbing in the depths of Remiel's angel soul!
It is a resonance that comes from blood, it is the people's awe of the king, and it is also the children's instinctive submission to their parents!
"What are you doing?!" Remiel's pupils contracted violently, and his voice trembled slightly.
"I am—Heavenly Father."
As soon as Wang Feng finished speaking, the entire holy city seemed to be awakened by some supreme will.
The wishes of all living beings on the statues of God the Father and angels rolled back like galaxies, transforming into billions of light points that converged and surrounded Wang Feng, illuminating him like a god descending to the earth.
The golden dragon and the emperor statue summoned by Remiel were swept back to their respective planes like dust with a wave of Wang Feng's hand, leaving them no room for resistance.
The holy light is like the sea, and the pressure is like a prison.
Wang Feng stood in mid-air, looking down indifferently at Remiel who was kneeling on one knee. His voice echoed in the space like a divine decree:
"Remire, do you admit your guilt?"
(End of this chapter)
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