Elder Zein: Nascent Soul Cultivator

The muscular man glanced at the young man with the white halo. A wide smile appeared on his face.

"Haha... You're done this time."

He then pointed the tip of his mace at the young man. The mace seemed to move, revealing sharp teeth at its end.

Like a snake, the tip of the mace opened its mouth wide, more than a meter, and then devoured the young man with the white halo.

The mace chewed briefly with its sharp teeth, then swallowed with great relish, its tongue licking its lips as if it had eaten the most delicious meal ever.

Hahaha...

The muscular man laughed loudly. He felt like he had won a historic battle.

He then noticed the clock's hand had stopped, and the number on the clock showed 0. The large clock then disappeared into thin air.

Time returned to normal, but the muscular man sensed something was amiss.

"Why aren't people cheering?" he thought to himself.

As he had suspected, when he looked back, the young man with the white halo stood there casually.

"Hahaha... Besides big muscles, what else do you have?" the young man mocked.

Without waiting long, the white halo floated back up into the sky. However, this time it was different.

Like a sun shining brightly, the white halo formed a domain.

"Hahahaha... Let's see where your arrogance is now."

The young man with the white halo's aura increased at a palpable rate. Even the mayor felt the chaos intensifying.

"Run... Get away."

"Crazy, that guy has awakened the seed of faith. Stay away if you don't want to get involved."

"Mr. Bang Lu, someone call Mr. Bang Lu."

"That Player is finished."

Panicked screams dispersed the onlookers who had been watching the fight from the sidelines. Who would have thought a brief encounter in front of the War Office would spark such a big battle?

"Miss, do you want to keep watching?"

Not far from the corner, an old man who looked like a servant asked a young girl in white.

"Yes, I'm curious about Yol's new power," the girl said with interest. Her hair and eyes were white. Other than that, she looked like an ordinary girl on the city streets.

The girl's gaze remained fixed on the young man with the white halo.

At that moment, the young man with the white halo moved his swan-feather quill, the tip of which was very sharp, exuding a pure white aura.

The muscular man was a bit overwhelmed this time; his mace kept clashing with the swan-feather quill.

"Damn... A few months ago, this guy hadn't even awakened his seed of faith."

"Hey, Petri... If you stay idle, I'll kill you when we get back."

The muscular man glared sharply at a young man with a bow on his back.

"Hahaha... Rod, you made a mistake and brought trouble to me?"

The man with the bow on his back replied.

Despite his words, he still took the golden bow from his back.

Petri's equipment glowed, all in blue.

Soon, the man with the bow ran, then soared high into the sky. He drew his bow and aimed it at the young man with the halo.

"What is it? You're asking for help from your lowly friend now?" the young man with the halo mocked.

A black arrow flew towards him. Feather quills appeared out of thin air, blocking the arrow.

"Damn, why do these people always have weird powers?" the young man with the white halo said.

The feather quills he summoned did not block the black arrow. It was like a hot knife meeting butter.

Not staying idle, he moved and attacked the bowman with a rain of feather quills like before.

This time, the rain of feathers was different; he received a strength buff from his halo domain.

Two Players against one Faithwarden. The fight continued, and people had already moved away by now.

"Everyone stop."

An old man in a white robe appeared.

He floated in the sky. A powerful oppressive aura filled the entire area. Even the young man's white halo domain was shattered.

Their attacks all fell, inactive. Especially the three of them, the oppressive force was so strong that they lay hugging the ground like lizards.

"Sorry, Elder Zein, sorry... we were wrong."

"Forgive us, Elder Zein."

The three of them struggled to apologize.

Elder Zein ignored them. He just continued to stare at them. Then he added more pressure.

Blood now flowed from the mouths of the three. The sound of cracking bones was also heard.

"Elder Zein, forgive the chaos caused by Young Master Yol. We will provide compensation," a woman in the group of the young man with the white halo spoke.

"Shut up..."

Two words came from Elder Zein's mouth, his eyes still fixed on the three hugging the ground, their bodies soaked in blood.

"But..." Before the woman could finish her sentence, the same strong pressure pressed down on her like the three.

Now four people felt the pressure that made their hearts feel like they were being electrocuted.

The power exerted by Elder Zein rendered them unable to think clearly anymore. Fear, regret, and the hope that someone would help filled their minds.

"Haha... Just because you have a little power. Seeking death in the war zone."

"They got what they deserved."

"Elder Zein is as strict as ever."

Lein watched everything from start to finish. His heart pounded when Elder Zein first appeared.

[Status]

Name: Zein Wafu

Race: Cui Race

Power Core: Cultivator

Rank: Nascent Soul (master).

"Master!!???" Lein shouted in his heart. He then remembered the golden talisman he had received.

The talisman could withstand a full attack from a Master-level being? He had more than 100,000 of such talismans, didn't that mean he had 100,000 life-saving tools?

This certainly made Lein very happy. Their security level would significantly increase. But it also indicated that the middle-aged man with the time crown was very powerful. He could even issue protective talismans like that casually.

"I give you three seconds to call someone who can give me clarity," Elder Zein still stood calmly with his hands behind his back.

As soon as Elder Zein said this, the pressure slightly decreased. Although their bodies were severely damaged, with broken bones and internal organs, they still mustered the remaining strength to send information to their organizations.

"Yes, sir... Yes."

"Yes, Elder Zein..."

From afar, the girl with white hair was sitting at this moment. She somehow got a chair to sit on.

"Very interesting... and exciting... That idiot Yol!!!" the girl said with irritation.

"Yes, Miss, I hope Mr. Idris does not come," the old servant seemed worried about something if the mentioned Mr. Idris arrived.