"You pack of hypocritical villains!"
Ji Shengyue screamed hoarsely, her voice saturated with endless fury and resentment, echoing through the valley.
Her eyes were red-rimmed as she glared at Raphael, wishing she could slice the hypocritical man before her into a thousand pieces.
She had once been filled with hope that her cooperation with the Bright Holy See would be the salvation of the Great Jing Empire,
but she never expected that she was just a pathetic pawn to be used.
Raphael's gaze instantly turned as cold and hard as winter ice, piercing to the bone.
Without hesitation, he raised his hand. With a sharp WHOOSH of air,
a slap infused with the Bright Holy See's overbearing Light Power struck Ji Shengyue hard across the face.
Ji Shengyue felt a powerful force rush into her like a surging tide. The energy that had been circulating methodically within her was instantly thrown into chaos, scattering in every direction.
