Chapter 13353 1 It's all my fault

The third high priest looked at the reactions of the Soul Clan members coldly, a smug smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

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

The Soul Clan members looked at each other, with complex emotions flashing in their eyes. Finally, after a long silence, someone could no longer suppress his inner struggle and bared his fangs. That person was Hun Wu Jue. His face was determined and his eyes were firm, as if he had already made the final choice.

“Chief, are you really planning to rebel against the Holy Temple? 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 Temple, so we should naturally be loyal to it. Anyone who is willing to join me in killing Hun Huan, come!”

With Hun Wu Jue's shout, it seemed as if some invisible balance was broken, and nearly half of the Hun 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 Temple.

On the other side, the warriors of the Demon Suppression House 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 a huge pressure.

Upon seeing this, the third high priest curled up a smug smile.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a soothing tone: "Very good, the only people the Holy Hall will kill today are the Soul Clan rebels and Long Yingtian. If the others are willing to surrender, the Holy Hall will naturally spare their lives. After all, we are one family with the Demon Suppression Mansion Holy Hall, so why should we damage the harmony for outsiders?"

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

His eyes swept across everyone present, as if telling them that choosing the Holy Temple meant choosing survival and the future. Those who chose to betray were doomed to destruction.

"We swear to be loyal to the Holy Temple until death." These words rang out among the warriors of the Demon Suppression House, 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 these words were spoken, a group of people from the Demon Suppression Mansion also chose to stand on the side of the Holy Hall.

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

In fact, we can’t completely blame them for their choice.

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

For a while, there were only less than a thousand people in the Demon Suppression Mansion who were willing to follow Long Yingtian. These people were basically the elites of the Mansion of the Supreme Being, and their eyes flashed with an unyielding light, as if they were fighting against fate.

But even so, their strength seemed so weak that it was simply not worth mentioning compared to 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 halls, magnificent dome, and 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 plundered countless rare resources from all directions, it redistributed these resources to a group of people it selected in a way that seemed fair but was actually ingenious.

These lucky chosen ones, with the generous gifts from the temple, gradually became more powerful and their status became increasingly prominent.

They enjoyed all the benefits brought by the Holy Temple, whether it was cultivation resources, secret manuals of martial arts, or power and status, which allowed them to thrive and thrive on this continent.

They would not easily become an enemy of the behemoth Holy Temple just for those practitioners who live at the bottom of society and struggle to survive.

In their arrogant eyes, those low-level practitioners were just a group of humble and insignificant beings, like ants, struggling to survive under the feet of the Holy Church. What did their life and death have to do with the nobles who were high above and enjoying the protection of the Holy Church?

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 church.

They are intoxicated by the power and glory brought by the 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, and may wither immediately once they leave the protection of the temple.

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 solidified.

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 call upon a large team to fight the impending crisis together.

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

"Hun Huan, why don't you let me out? What are you standing there for?" Long Yingtian's voice echoed in the empty hall, with an unquestionable majesty and urgency. His voice was a little hoarse because of anger, but the power in it could not be ignored.

Upon hearing this, Hun Huan's body trembled slightly. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes moving back and forth between Long Yingtian and the third high priest.

Finally, he took a deep breath, mustered up his courage and looked at the third high priest, his voice trembling and resolute:

"Third High Priest, this is all my fault. The Soul Clan had no intention of betraying the Holy Temple. I was the only one who was bewitched and blinded by power and desire. I can punish me in any way you want. I can die, but please let the others go. They were all deceived by me and are innocent." (End of this chapter)