Chapter 777 How Can There Be No Mortals

"Huh? What happened?"

Sarath was briefly confused. He slammed the table again and yelled, "Damn little devil!"

The scene flashed, and Sarath found himself returning from a standing position to a sitting position again.

The table that he had smashed to pieces with his own hands was restored to its original state.

He stood up in despair, but this time, he didn't even have the chance to wave his hand before he was sat back on the chair.

"Hehehe.

How can this be? "

The anger in Sarath's heart flowed away like a flood, and was replaced by a chill that was cold enough to freeze his whole body.

He slumped in his chair, grinning stupidly, obviously unable to accept reality.

When Quan saw that Sarath had finally calmed down, he said, "It seems that you have understood your situation. Now, it's my turn to ask questions.

You should know why we are here, right? "

In Sarath's current state, he was not in a position to listen to what Quan Yi was saying. However, even if he did not want to hear it, Quan Yi's voice was like a devil's voice that pierced his ears and echoed directly in his mind.

Sarath was forcibly brought back to reality by this stimulation and said anxiously: "I don't know what you are talking about?"

Quan Yi snorted and snapped his fingers.

Sarath's eyes flashed with white light, and a letter with the scent of paper and ink appeared on the table.

When Sarath saw the letter and the familiar handwriting on it, his pupils contracted sharply.

He held up the paper and quickly scanned the contents of the letter.

I would never mistake my own handwriting. This was the secret letter that Salas wrote to the Pope.

It just records how Sarath described Quan Yi and Huo Wu as threats to the Spirit Hall.

With this irrefutable evidence, Sarath had no excuse to refute it.

"It's over!"

Sarath's hands holding the paper were shaking violently. The thin paper seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds at this moment.

“How could this letter appear in your hands? I received a personal reply from His Holiness the Pope.

You can't steal a letter from His Holiness the Pope."

Sarath's expression was completely distorted, and the gorgeous platinum bishop's robe further highlighted his ugliness.

He always had a glimmer of hope in his heart, but this hope was completely shattered by this letter.

Now, he was completely sure that Quan Yi and others came just for him.

"Snapped!"

Quan snapped his fingers again and again, and the letter in Sarath's hand turned into golden light and disappeared in his hand.

“You are right. The real letter is indeed still in the hands of the Pope. However, your people are on the way to deliver the letter, and we have already grasped the content of the letter.

What you see is just the picture that remains in my memory."

Quan Yi pointed to his head and continued to question: "From the moment I saw this letter, I have been thinking about one question: why did you want to kill us?

Just because our talents threaten your Spirit Hall, can you wipe us out without hesitation?

There shouldn't be such a big hatred between us, right?"

During the questioning, Quan Yi's eyes became colder and his tone became deeper.

Sarath couldn't help but laugh when he heard Quan Yi's childish question.

He looked up to the sky and laughed so loudly that tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

At this point, Sarath also saw his inevitable end.

Precisely because he saw the ending, he decided to give up and allowed himself to stop shrinking back.

After laughing, Sarath wiped his eyes and looked at Quan in disbelief: "Did you trap me in this illusion just to ask such a childish question?

If it were me, I wouldn't listen to the enemy's words and would just kill him to prevent future troubles."

Seeing Sarath instructing him with a hint of sarcasm, Quan Yi did not get angry, but asked: "Enemy? Who is the enemy of Spirit Hall?

Are we the enemy of the Spirit Hall?"

Quan Yi's question made Sarath suddenly stunned.

For a moment, he was unable to answer this question firmly.

"You, of course you are our enemy. Anyone who threatens the existence of the Spirit Hall is our enemy."

Sarath replied to Quan Yi in a cunning way, but his voice became lower and lower.

Moreover, he found himself just repeating Quan Yi's questions.

Reply to questions with questions, where can the answer be effective?

Quan Yi sneered, "Oh, so the Spirit Hall is so overbearing and can make such a decision without any legitimate reason.

It seems that this magnificent palace is actually just a place where filth and dirt are hidden.”

Kill people and kill your heart.

It is obvious that Quan Yi's move is to peel off the sacred shell of the Spirit Hall and expose its inner essence.

"No, that's not right. Our Spirit Hall is not like what you said."

Seeing Quan Yi's contempt for the Spirit Hall, Sarath refuted him harshly, but Quan Yi continued regardless: "I remember that the Spirit Hall can only execute evil spirit masters, but our Quan family is neither an evil spirit master nor a spirit master family that bullies the weak and disrupts order.

What right do you, Wuhun Hall, have to execute us?

Oh, I understand. This so-called evil soul master is not just an excuse for you to justify yourselves.

Tsk tsk, I really don’t know how many innocent people on the continent have died at the hands of the Spirit Hall.”

Each of Quan Yi's heart-piercing words was tearing apart the appearance of Saras and Spirit Hall step by step.

Saras could accept the fact of death, but he could not accept Quan Yi's slander against the Spirit Hall.

He said angrily: “What do you know, a just cause is bound to be accompanied by dirty means.

We in the Spirit Hall have always been committed to awakening spirits for people across the continent and providing more favorable conditions for civilian spirit masters.

Even the two of your spirits were awakened by our Spirit Hall for you. Your information is all in the records of the Spirit Hall.

These are all good deeds of our Spirit Hall, and the favors we give to you. You ungrateful people actually dare to curse the Spirit Hall in return.

I think that your group of soul master families, as well as the nobles and royal families who lord it over the common people, are the real evil ones.

And we, the Spirit Hall, are the true savior of the entire continent."

Crazy Sarath refuted Quan Yi's slander frantically. This time, he was not making excuses or lies, he really thought so.

This is also the fundamental reason why most soul masters believe in the Spirit Hall.

When Quan heard this, he finally heard sincere words from Sarath.

He showed a satisfied smile, but it was soon replaced by a solemn expression. Quan Yi also put down his crossed legs, straightened his body, and said seriously:

“The Spirit Hall’s contribution to awakening the spirits of the people across the continent is indeed worthy of everyone’s praise.

However, this is not for civilians, but to attract more soul masters to the Spirit Hall.

What you care about is not the civilians, but the soul masters!

If not, how can such a huge Spirit Temple be without mortals?"