"Come on! Let me show you the unwavering will of the great knight Bashir! I fought for a day and a night in the siege of the orcs, and I fled thousands of miles from the pursuit of the orc king. Today, I will use my powerful will to wear you down, you damned Easterner!"
Bashir's eyes gradually hardened. The Temple placed great emphasis on tempering will and faith, and Bashir, who had cultivated in the Temple for nearly ten years, was even more resilient. He was determined to fight a tough and protracted battle with Qin Mo.
Just as Bashir regained his confidence, Qin Mo's wicked smile reappeared. This time, Bashir was very close to Qin Mo, and he could even see the mockery in Qin Mo's eyes.
"That's all there is to it!"
Qin Mo fought Bashir for dozens of rounds, not because he was powerless to defeat him, but because he wanted to experience the Templar Knights' combat power through Bashir. Once he had a thorough understanding of the characteristics of the Holy Spirit's power, he had no intention of continuing.
"Boom!"
A muffled thunderclap resounded throughout Temple Mount, and Qin Mo and Bashir suddenly disappeared from the rooftop. Everyone could see clearly that the two had caused the roof to collapse and entered Bashir's residence.
After the thunder in the sky subsided, the rumbling on the ground did not cease; the "boom... boom" sounds continued to echo from Bashir's stronghold. Accompanied by the sounds of fierce fighting, Bashir's residence shook violently.
“This… Bashir’s residence… has been breached by the Great Xia people…” a cultivator murmured.
"But... His Excellency Bashir still stopped him, didn't he?"
Another practitioner nervously argued for Bashir, but his efforts were weak and ineffective. For a practitioner, having their home smashed to pieces was hardly a respectable outcome.
"Another Great Xia person... Are all Great Xia people this powerful?" This thought flashed through the minds of all the Western Continent people standing on the rooftops of their residences.
Standing on the rooftop of the fifth row of residences, Qu Huan murmured, "The weakest Xuan Realm cultivator in history... Hehehe!" His face showed both bitterness and reverence.
Far off, out of sight of others, Knight Commander Wenger Stellia and Saintess Heather stood side by side, their sharp eyes fixed on the contest above the cultivators' quarters.
"Boom!"
Bashir's entire residence finally collapsed. Even the strongest stone walls could not withstand Qin Mo's perverted devastation. They only lasted a few breaths before turning into a pile of rubble.
A slender figure slowly emerged from the rubble and walked along the tree-lined path toward the Blessing Stone Gate, leaving all the people of Xizhou speechless with disbelief.
"Your Highness, this Great Xia person... looks somewhat like you back then!"
When Knight Commander Wenger saw Qin Mo smash Bashir into the house with a single heavy blow, he knew Bashir's fate was sealed. He glanced at Heather beside him, couldn't help but chuckle, and then spoke with shame.
Heatherine stared blankly into the distance without any expression, until she saw Bashir get up after a long while. Only then did a slight ripple appear in the depths of her calm eyes, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
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