"God loves the world, but that is your Beautiful Country. This is the Dragon Country." Zhao Yuan Chao waved his hand, and the two, along with their bedding, retreated behind him. The hotel door was then closed.
The charlatan held a cross tightly, his brow furrowed.
"Eastern demon."
He pointed the cross in his hand at Zhao Yuan Chao, sensing a threat from him.
A powerhouse of equal standing.
"Perhaps to you, I am indeed a demon." Zhao Yuan Chao did not deny it. He had killed quite a few people from Beautiful Country, directly or indirectly. Even calling him a demon would be appropriate.
"Retreat!"
The priest suddenly roared, unleashing a sacred power that aimed to force Zhao Yuan Chao out of the room.
At the same moment, Zhao Yuan Chao's body erupted with profound true qi. Behind him, Buddhist light shone, and a giant Buddha figure appeared faintly! The spectral Buddha behind him manifested four hands, which moved to strike the air.
The priest's power was instantly suppressed, and his body was forced to retreat, all the way to the window.
"My Buddha is merciful."
Zhao Yuan Chao had forgotten how long it had been since he last uttered those words. It had been decades since he descended from the mountain, carrying his belief in his heart, to deliver all sentient beings.
Deliver all sentient beings? That meant to deliver all those who deserved to be delivered!
He had been in the mortal world for decades, and some people had forgotten he originated from Shaolin.
He had also broken his monastic vows and returned to the Zhao family.
This...
Sakura looked at the fleeting spectral image behind Zhao Yuan Chao, her expression dazed.
Could there truly be people in this world who were like figures stepped out of anime?
"Eastern demon!"
The priest’s hand gripped the cross tightly, his gaze fixed on Zhao Yuan Chao.
"Now, are you going to ask your noble God to descend here?" Zhao Yuan Chao stared at the priest, not attacking immediately. "Your President, you know, has only just passed the critical stage."
"This is the Dragon Country... Perhaps his critical stage can last longer." Zhao Yuan Chao continued. "You, and that woman, are not by his side. Do you think he is absolutely safe tonight?"
"If he dies, it will be God's will. Amen." The priest, clutching his cross, showed no concern for the President's life.
To him, the President was merely the leader of Beautiful Country's regime, just a person, an ordinary person who couldn't even touch God, a person filled with sins.
"That's good. With your words, it’s easier to say. Then I can confidently deliver your President." Zhao Yuan Chao said, before sighing slightly. "So, those who believe in God can disregard human life."
With that, he waved his hand, tossing the clothes that Jin and Sakura had just removed to them.
"Put them on and prepare to go deliver the President."
Zhao Yuan Chao said without looking back.
Sakura and Jin put on their clothes without a word.
The three were about to leave the hotel.
"God loves the world. Amen."
The priest suddenly raised the cross in his hand. "Lord, please send this Eastern demon into hell for you!"
At this moment, the cross in his hand seemed to magnify several times, transforming from a handheld object into a cross taller than a person.
Behind him, a spectral figure of a winged person appeared.