An Yan turned her head, her pretty face full of delight. She hurriedly trotted over, followed closely by her female secretary.
Bai Yan, with a cold expression, appeared at the entrance of Bolei Church.
Fortunately, it was late, and there were not many people inside the church; otherwise, Bai Yan’s door-kicking action would surely have frightened a bunch of people.
Old Priest John looked at Bai Yan, his body trembling as he muttered.
The old priest’s body began to emanate a faint milky-white radiance, invisible to ordinary people. This was Divine Power, possessed only by believers with steadfast faith.
With the Demon’s Eye, Bai Yan could naturally see the Divine Power emanating from the old priest, not only seeing it but also finding it dazzling.
This Divine Power, the Bolei Church, and this old priest—all made Bai Yan feel a sense of discomfort, suffering from deep within his heart!
It was a deep-seated aversion from Bai Yan’s soul—the Demon and the Father God, natural opposing camps!
A strong sense of irritability surged from the depths of Bai Yan’s heart, uncontrollable; he wanted to kill.
Bai Yan sneered, this old man, he can actually discern my identity and camp?
Helplessly, An Yan rolled her eyes and consoled, "Bai Yan, perhaps Old Priest John is just elderly, don’t argue with him."
"Just now, Old Priest John was persistently bothering President An, insisting on her adopting faith in the Father God, not letting us leave and even refusing to agree to the demolition terms."
An Yan’s female secretary complained with a twisted mouth: "Really, does Father John not understand what religious freedom is? There’s no sense in forcing someone to be a believer."
"Alright, MiMi, less words!"
An Yan glared at her secretary. Kind-hearted as she was, she did not wish to blame Old Priest John, who was nearly in his seventies.
"Alright, alright, since Bai Yan is here, let’s just go back."
An Yan took Bai Yan’s hand, about to walk out of the church.
However, Old Priest John shouted sternly, "Do not leave! Demon, do you still wish to continue harming people?"
Old Priest John’s gaze was piercing as he stared at Bai Yan, holding the Holy Bible, ready as if for a significant battle.
Bai Yan originally turned to leave, but stopped, turning back with a grim face.
Bai Yan could no longer restrain the murderous intent in his heart, the corners of his mouth curling up into a cruel smile: "It seems I must truly play the demon today, or you will never learn your limits!"
"Give me the contract, I’ll handle this matter! You all go outside first, wait for me in the car."
Bai Yan turned around, speaking unequivocally, handing the car keys to An Yan.
An Yan was slightly stunned, reflexively taking the car keys, then handed the demolition contract to Bai Yan.
Facing Bai Yan’s resolute expression and decisive words, An Yan felt her heart wrenchingly touched, momentarily dazzled.
Recalling Bai Yan’s commanding entry words: "She doesn’t need your salvation!", An Yan felt her head spin, clueless about how she eventually left the church.
Upon regaining her senses, she found herself, along with her secretary, sitting in Bai Yan’s Maybach car.
"How did I end up listening to him..."
An Yan muttered, touching her pretty face, which was flushed and hot.
After An Yan left, Bai Yan casually closed the church’s main door, then turned around with a cold gaze to face Old Priest John.
"Demon, I shall purify you today! Exorcise the demon for the sake of the people!"
Old Priest John’s face was full of righteousness as he passionately declared, "The glory of the Father God will envelop all people, dispelling all evil! I shall represent the Father God to save humanity!"
Bai Yan’s gaze slightly narrowed as he moved swiftly, appearing ghost-like in front of the old priest. With a raise of his hand, Bai Yan reached for Old Priest John.
"Who gave you the right to purify me?"
Bai Yan sneered coldly, his smile filled with cruelty and ruthlessness: "You old man, you are quite confident, aren’t you!"
"God loves all people!"
Old Priest John was startled; he hurriedly raised the old Holy Bible in his hand and shouted aloud.
A strong divine light exploded from around Old Priest John’s body, the light emanating from the Holy Bible in his hand!
Bai Yan’s slender palm touched the milky white light, and immediately he felt a burning sensation, as if he had been electrocuted, and the tips of Bai Yan’s fingers began to turn charred.
"Hisss! Divine light? It seems you are indeed a devout believer."
Bai Yan swiftly withdrew his hand, squinting his eyes at the old priest.
The old priest’s constitution was undoubtedly that of a normal person; he was just an ordinary old man, but the Holy Bible in his hands contained a strong divine power, which emerged from the Power of Faith collected over the years at Bolei Church in Hua Xia.
The old Holy Bible in the priest’s hand was the carrier of the Power of Faith.
"Demon, this is Divinity! It is also the faith of all people!"
Old Priest John took a breath of relief, then holding up the Holy Bible, he walked boldly toward Bai Yan, his aged face radiating an imposing holy light, the old priest crying out: "God said, let there be light!..."
Bai Yan’s mouth twitched, his palm shot out like thunder, piercing through the milky white divine light, and firmly grabbed the old priest’s throat, hoisting him up high.
From Bai Yan’s small arms and palm came the sizzling sound of flesh being scorched. Although the divine light significantly harmed the demon, likewise, the Demon Power corrodes priests significantly!
The pain in his arm made Bai Yan’s heart grow more brutal. The pressure he faced today from the members of the Dragon Team, along with the discomfort inside the church, and the hatred for the killer of his parents, all the negative factors built up, igniting the demonic nature in Bai Yan!
Bai Yan spoke coldly, fiercely swung his arm, and smashed the old priest onto the ground.
Stones flew everywhere, the old priest began coughing up large amounts of blood, the glaring blood staining his long robe. The divine light on the Holy Bible grew dim, and Old Priest John’s frail, weakened body suffered multiple fractures, even his internal organs had shifted.
Were it not for the Power of Faith in the Holy Bible barely keeping the old priest alive, Bai Yan’s blow would have killed him outright.
Bai Yan’s right palm had turned pitch black, large chunks of dead skin falling off, Bai Yan indifferent, his eyes turning blood red, fixing a wicked smile on the priest, "You, no one can save you."
"Because this is Hua Xia! We don’t need your damn Father God!"
Bai Yan roared, stomping fiercely with his right foot down on the old priest’s chest and abdomen!
The old priest’s eyes bulged, a large mouthful of blood containing pieces of his innards burst forth, splashing on the red carpet of the church.
The light of the Holy Bible trembled, growing faint as if it was about to vanish; Bai Yan’s Demon Power was too strong, a mere old priest simply couldn’t withstand Bai Yan’s Demon Power.
This Holy Bible wasn’t a Holy Object; it merely had a strong divine force due to long years of faith cultivation, but after all, this divine force was only of a storage nature.
Each resistance against Bai Yan’s Demon Power erosion caused the Holy Bible to consume much of its divine power.
When the divinity completely vanished, it would be the time for the old priest to lose his life!