"Zhang Beixing, you've slaughtered people of our Holy See. Today, don't even think about walking out of here alive!"
Gabriel roared in fury, his whole body flaring with blinding radiance.
The Archangel of Holy Light was finally about to get serious.
"Slaughter your Holy See?"
Zhang Beixing just let out a derisive snort, utterly unconcerned.
"I'm merely carrying out Heaven's will, sending a pack of hypocrites to the end they deserve."
"How laughable. You still have the face to come asking for justice?"
"Your Holy See has committed countless evils, crushing the common folk."
"Now that I've wiped you out, it's nothing but reaping what you sow!"
With that, he suddenly erupted.
The Magic Power within him instantly blasted past its limit.
"Come, let me see what you can really do!"
The Flame of Darkness burned, roaring.
Angel's Wing spread wide.
One black, one white—two utterly different Powers clashed within the great hall.
In an instant, winds howled and clouds surged.
