He could spare these seven thousand soldiers, but the bastard who spat, must be executed.
The glory of the Earth Mother Goddess must not be defiled.
In Onions’s eyes, this was already very magnanimous. Those civilians should imdiately kneel and sing praises of his rcy.
However, what Onions did not expect was that the soldiers, as if they hadn’t heard his voice at all, did not leave one by one.
Instead, these soldiers suddenly raised their weapons simultaneously without receiving any orders.
Whoosh!
The whole action was uniform, the sound forming a continuum.
Battered swords, rust-streaked spears, demon claws and sharp teeth, as well as longbows and crossbow arrows sared with venom gathered from demons...
In an instant, all sharp things were directed at hundreds of Holy n, including Onions, the Saint Heir.
Although they were rely a ragged and even laughable collection of weapons, at that mont, each one caused a chill in everyone’s hearts, their bodies already soaked with sweat.
Onions’s face turned livid. How dare these civilians?
The Saint Heir’s orders were utterly useless. These foolish beings not only failed to appreciate his rcy but even dared to brandish weapons at him?
Blasphemy, unforgivable!
His body was trembling, his facial expression distorted.
A cold, bone-chilling voice suppressed the almost exploding rage began to spread in mid-air.
"I, Saint Heir of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect, Onions!"
"You dare to raise weapons against the great Saint Heir."
"In the na of the Saint Heir, I command all of you, kneel before !"
Dead silence surrounded them.
A few seconds later, a voice, carried in the wind, ca: "Pah? What the fuck is a Saint Heir?"
Hiss...
When this voice pierced into Onions’s ears, the handso man’s face contorted more gruesoly than a demon, his body shivering sharply.
He had already been very magnanimous in giving them a chance to kneel and atone, yet these stupid civilians not only failed to cherish it but even dared to insult him, the Saint Heir.
Onions could no longer hold back. His palm was already raised high, ready to order the Holy n under his command to slaughter all these soldiers, ready to bear all consequences himself.
anwhile, Carol changed his expression slightly and was about to rush to stop him.
Seeing this, Rose Vesper also prepared to rush over to diate. Having previously failed to gain fa beside Qin Chu, Rose Vesper was displeased. If she could seize this opportunity to act as a diator between the Earth Mother Goddess Sect and the army, she might win the goodwill of those soldiers and increase her reputation.
Before the two could rush up, Onions’s palm had already fallen, and the cold voice ca from his mouth:
"In the na of the Saint Heir, I grant you the punishnt of death."
"Kill!"
Whoosh...
Before the Holy n beside Onions could act, a fierce wind suddenly wreaked havoc among the crowd.
Sand flew all around.
A scornful voice spread in the wind:
"Heh, Saint Heir?"
"Who? Who is talking?" Onions’s expression beca more twisted, the rage in his chest making his voice sowhat sharp.
The next mont, with a buzz, a whirlwind spread in front of Onions.
The raging storm instantly shaped into the silhouette of a tall woman.
It was Violet.
Her right hand suddenly reached out from the wind. Onions’s expression changed slightly, and just as he tried to dodge, he found his body’s arms and legs already bound by whirlwinds.
His body was immobilized for a mont, only to watch helplessly as Violet’s right hand gripped directly on his forehead.
Subsequently, Onions’s body was lifted off the ground.
Next second...
Bang!
Onions’s face was violently smashed into the ground by Violet.
"Saint Heir? Heh, just dog shit!"
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