Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The third chief priest looked at the reactions of the Soul Clan coldly, with a smug smile on his lips.

He knew that human nature was fragile, and few people could stick to their principles and beliefs when faced with a choice of life and death. He looked forward to seeing the Soul Clan killing each other and eventually falling into his control.

The Soul Clan looked at each other, with complex emotions flashing in their eyes. Finally, after a long silence, someone couldn't hold back his inner struggle and showed his fangs. That person was Hun Wu Jue. His face was resolute and his eyes were firm, as if he had made the final choice.

"Patriarch, are you really going to rebel against the Holy Hall? You shouldn't do that." Hun Wu Jue's voice was filled with a trace of pain and helplessness, "The status of our clan was given by the Holy Hall, so we should naturally be loyal to the Holy Hall. Those who are willing to kill Hun Huan with me, come!"

With Hun Wu Jue's shout, it seemed to break some invisible balance. Nearly half of the Soul Clan chose to follow him. There was both determination and fear in their eyes, but more of it was uncertainty about the future and submission to the authority of the Holy Hall.

On the other side, the warriors of the Demon Suppression Mansion were also in a panic. One of them shouted, "We don't want to be enemies with the Holy Hall either." There was a bit of trembling and helplessness in the voice. Obviously, facing the strength of the Holy Hall, they also felt great pressure.

Seeing this, the third chief priest raised a smug smile at the corner of his mouth.

He spoke slowly, with a bit of comfort in his voice: "Very good, the Holy Hall will only kill the rebels of the Soul Clan and Long Yingtian today. If the rest are willing to surrender, the Holy Hall will naturally spare his life. After all, we are a family with the Demon Suppression Mansion Holy Hall, why should we hurt the harmony for outsiders?"

His words were full of confidence and domineering, as if everything was under control.

His eyes swept across everyone present, as if telling them with his eyes that choosing the Holy Hall was choosing survival and the future. And those who chose to betray were destined to destruction.

"We swear to be loyal to the Holy Hall until death." This sentence rang out among the warriors of the Demon Suppression Mansion, with an unquestionable firmness. Their eyes flashed with awe and loyalty to the Holy Temple, as if at this moment, the Holy Temple had become the faith and pillar in their hearts.

As this sentence fell, a group of people on the side of the Demon Suppression Mansion also chose to stand on the side of the Holy Temple.

Their faces were filled with complex expressions, with helplessness and struggle, but more of fear and uncertainty about the future. They knew that being an enemy of the Holy Temple meant being an enemy of the orthodoxy of the entire Bai Ze Continent, and that was a road of no return.

In fact, their choice could not be completely blamed.

They could swear to protect the Demon Suppression Mansion and be enemies of the Soul Clan, but they really couldn't be enemies of the Holy Temple. Under the shadow of the Holy Temple, they had become accustomed to the comfort and stability, and the resources and shelter they had obtained from the Holy Temple.

For a time, there were only a few thousand people on the side of the Demon Suppression Mansion who were willing to follow Long Yingtian. These people were basically the elite of the Fuzun Mansion, and their eyes flashed with an unyielding light, as if they were fighting against fate.

But even so, their power seems so weak, and it is simply not worth mentioning compared with the huge power of the Holy Temple.

In the eyes of most people, the Holy Temple is still the orthodox temple that stands in the heart of Bai Ze Continent, shining brightly and unquestionably.

Its towering temple, the magnificent dome, and the deep and mysterious internal structure all demonstrate its supreme status and power.

To fight against the Holy Temple is like challenging the rules and order of the entire continent. It is a road full of thorns and unknown dangers, and almost no one can walk safely.

Besides, in this vast Bai Ze Continent, many people are actually lucky people who enjoy vested interests under the rule of the Holy Temple.

Although the Holy Temple has plundered countless rare resources from all directions, it redistributes these resources to some of the people it has chosen in a seemingly fair but actually clever way.

These lucky people who have been chosen have gradually become more powerful and their status has become increasingly prominent under the generous gifts of the Holy Temple.

They enjoy all the benefits brought by the Holy Temple, whether it is cultivation resources, secret manuals, or power and status, which make them feel at ease on this continent.

They will not easily become enemies with the Holy Temple for those practitioners who live at the bottom and struggle to survive.

In their arrogant eyes, those practitioners at the bottom are just a group of humble and insignificant existences, like ants, struggling to survive at the feet of the Holy Temple. What does their life and death have to do with the nobles who are high above and enjoy the protection of the Holy Temple?

They only care about their own interests and status, and are only willing to enjoy the comfortable and stable life under the strong wings of the Holy Temple.

They are intoxicated with the power and glory brought by the Holy Temple, and are unwilling to touch the dangers and challenges that may threaten their current lives. They are like flowers in a greenhouse, beautiful but fragile. Once they leave the protection of the Holy Temple, they may wither immediately.

This scene made Long Yingtian and Hun Huan look extremely ugly, as if dark clouds were pressing down on their heads, and even the air around them froze.

Long Yingtian's brows were furrowed, his eyes flashing with anger and unwillingness, his fists clenched tightly, as if ready to burst out with amazing power at any time. Hun Huan's face was as pale as paper, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of despair and regret.

They originally thought that with their prestige and strength, they could easily summon a large team to jointly fight the upcoming crisis.

However, reality dealt them a heavy blow. Only less than one-tenth of the original number of people who were willing to follow them were left. Those subordinates and allies who had sworn to follow them to the death were now scattered like fleeing sheep.

"Hun Huan, why aren't you letting me out yet?" Long Yingtian's voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying an undeniable sense of majesty and urgency. His voice was a little hoarse with anger, but the power in it was impossible to ignore.

Hearing this, Hun Huan's body trembled slightly. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes wandering back and forth between Long Yingtian and the third officiant.

Finally, he took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to look at the third officiant, with a hint of trembling and determination in his voice:

"Third Priest, everything is my fault. The soul clan has no idea of ​​betraying the church. It's just me who is obsessed with power and desire. It doesn't matter how you punish me. I can die, but please Can you let the others go? They were all deceived by me and are innocent."