For Fang Zheng, finding the Right Seat of the Divine is not a hassle, but why should he go looking for them?
Isn't it better to let them come to him?
Moreover, you may outrun the monk, but can you outrun the temple?
Certainly not.
So, the answer is quite simple.
Fang Zheng stopped his steps and looked up at the magnificent building before him.
St. Peter's Basilica.
This is the symbol of Roman Orthodoxy, the center of power, and Michelangelo's most proud work. But to Fang Zheng, it's just a building that's about to crumble.
Fang Zheng reached out his hand.
Flames burned before him, and then the Pitch Black Greatsword quietly appeared in Fang Zheng's hand. Seeing this, the surrounding tourists and guards were quite surprised. However, before they could react, Fang Zheng gripped the Pitch Black Greatsword tightly, raised it high, and casually swung it down at the hall in front of him.
"———————!!"
In just an instant.
