Chapter 176: The Bully

"He actually brought out the High Priest!"

"How dare he?"

"Is he seeking a feud with the Dawn Church to the death?"

Seeing Muria's actions, the onlookers were astounded. No one had expected this strong, wolf-riding young man of unknown strength to bring out the High Priest of their Redleaf City's Dawn Temple.

It's worth noting that the city's Dawn Temple didn't have an archbishop, so the highest authority within the temple was the High Priest. Now, this unknown powerful individual had dragged out the temple's top administrator.

Moreover, seeing the High Priest's rigid, immobile body, it was clear he was under a spell similar to paralysis.

Treating a temple's highest authority in such a manner was audaciously bold.

"Sir!" Seeing the High Priest floating behind Muria, bound by a chain, Zolong couldn't help but show a shocked expression, "You..."

"How?" Muria looked back at the angrily staring High Priest he was dragging and replied nonchalantly, "Can't this guy cure your sister?"

"Yes... he can." Zolong stuttered, never dreaming that the young man willing to help him would act so recklessly, "The High Priest can definitely cure my sister."

"I thought so." Muria nodded, "I chose the strongest priest in the temple."

Then, Muria approached the girl, pulled the chain in his hand, bringing the High Priest beside him, and released the Nebula Chain's restraint on him.

"Demon!" The moment his restraint was lifted, the High Priest shouted angrily, his palms glowing with divine light forming a warhammer, then smashing it towards Muria's head, "Die!"

Fourth-level divine spell, Divine Punishment!

Sensing the nature of the High Priest's attack, Muria didn't move, not even bothering with a symbolic defense.

Thus, "Boom!" The hammer of holy light hit Muria's head, but upon contact, it exploded into specks of white light dispersing in the air.

This scene left the High Priest dumbfounded, disbelievingly staring at the unharmed Muria, "How could it be ineffective?"

"How could it not be ineffective?" Muria raised an eyebrow in response.

"It shouldn't be." The High Priest looked bewildered, murmuring to himself. Divine Punishment was a divine spell attack targeting evil alignments, only completely ineffective against good alignments.

But how could the individual who stormed the Dawn Temple and dragged him out forcibly belong to a good alignment? Wasn't he supposed to be a great sinner?

"Your divine spell training isn't bad." Muria was indifferent to the High Priest's attack, understanding that his way of "inviting" the priest was somewhat rough.

Instead, he now found the priest to have some skill. Priests' power comes from deities, not their own cultivation.

Thus, most priests struggle to fully master the power they receive, leading to ordinary priests' Divine Punishment being just a simple holy light strike. The fact that this priest could condense holy light into a hammer showed some proficiency.

"Not bad?" Hearing Muria's praise, the High Priest's face turned extremely sour, interpreting it as a mockery of his divine spell training.

"Alright, please heal this poor girl." Muria pointed to the girl lying on the ground.

"I refuse!" The High Priest immediately rejected Muria's request upon hearing it, "I will not serve evil."

"Do you need me to explain what the result of your attack on me signifies?" Muria looked at the well-groomed elderly man before him.

"That was a mistake in my divine spell training. I will repent to the great Dawn God and seek forgiveness."

Muria, speechless, looked at the High Priest, who insisted he was an evil doer, and began to doubt his actions. If he had known, he wouldn't have resorted to violence.

"Look at your feet. Can you bear to see a poor girl suffer from a curse?" Muria pointed to the girl lying on the ground, unconscious.

The High Priest, who had been focusing on Muria, followed his gesture with a hint of doubt and finally saw the girl's disfigured face.

"Seeing the girl's condition, the dignified, well-dressed middle-aged man showed a trace of pity and mercy. He knelt down, ignoring the stench from the girl's decaying flesh, and began examining her body.

"How is it?" Seeing the High Priest's actions, Muria rubbed his nose, feeling somewhat awkward, "Can you cure her?"

"Yes, but it's been too long. Her life force has been greatly depleted." The High Priest spoke solemnly, then looked up at Muria reproachfully, "Why didn't you bring her sooner?"

Muria, upon hearing this reproach, narrowed his eyes slightly, "What would it have changed if we had come sooner? Her brother couldn't even enter your temple's gate."

"What did you say?"

Muria pointed at Zolong, who was watching eagerly, "That's her brother. He was just at the temple gate, banging his head until it bled, but your guards wouldn't let him in. Not only did they refuse him entry, but they also broke his hand."

The High Priest looked at the raggedly dressed boy, his forehead bleeding, and his hand dripping blood, then at the four temple guards lying nearby, spitting blood. His face twitched twice, realizing what had happened and why he was dragged out of the temple.

"Just for this, you attacked the temple?"

"Yes!" Muria nodded indifferently, "Need there be another reason?"

"You could have used a more gentle approach." The High Priest looked up at Muria, speaking in an utterly helpless tone. Meanwhile, he cast several healing divine spells on Zolong.

"Sorry, I'm used to it." Muria smiled, "Decades ago, a fellow taught me that if something can be solved with fists, don't use words."

"Bully." The High Priest muttered upon hearing Muria's answer, then focused on casting divine spells on the girl, knowing how to heal her.

As Muria watched in surprise, a visible gray mist rose from the girl's body. As the mist emerged, the girl's decaying face slowly began to heal...

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