Chen Shu couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his eyes as he gazed at the massive crater before him.
Spanning millions of miles, a sub-legendary being obliterated in an instant?!
Every time he thought he had a grasp of the old man's strength, the elder would manage to surpass his estimations…
"Could he also be a cheater?"
He couldn't help but ponder if the old man, in his younger days, was just like him.
"Cough, cough, cough~~"
Just then, a faint cough sounded.
Chen Shu's gaze sharpened, and he instantly looked towards the bottom of the crater.
He saw Archbishop "Yan" riding a severely injured firebird. Although on the brink of death, he had at least survived.
"Hmm?"
Chen Shu's eyes held a hint of surprise. This guy actually managed to survive?!
"..."
At this moment, Archbishop "Yan" trembled inwardly.
He too had believed his death was certain.
But fortunately, the main target of that attack was the Pope, and he only bore a fraction of the residual force.
Even so, the rest of his contracted spirits had perished, leaving only a struggling firebird.
"Can I have the item now?"
Chen Shu, riding his contracted spirit, arrived above the crater, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"Spare me..."
Archbishop Yan, looking at Chen Shu's four contracted spirits, lost all his previous arrogance and began to plead.
"Of course! As long as you give me the item!"
"Cough... cough... Why should I trust you..."
"You have no choice!"
Chen Shu's expression was calm. He directly extended his right hand, gesturing for the other to hand it over obediently.
"Without guarantees, I won't give it to you. I'd rather destroy it!"
With that, "Yan" held the container in his hand, poised to destroy it.
But in the next instant,
Chen Shu teleported behind him.
"Here you go!"
His right hand snatched the container, while his left hand, formed into a palm, sent him flying.
Boom!
Despite its severe injuries, Yan's firebird still unleashed a skill, attempting to incinerate Chen Shu instantly.
"I'm out!"
Chen Shu, holding the container, teleported away from the firebird's back once more.
"Now, it seems you have no bargaining chips left!"
Chen Shu looked at Yan on the ground, his killing intent fully revealed.
"..."
Yan's hands were now empty, his expression no longer pleading, but filled with malice.
"You'll die sooner or later!"
"However, you'll be taking the first step!"
Chen Shu smiled slightly. The husky beside him let out a howl, conjuring a fireball in its mouth.
Yan, his face etched with despair, had no will to resist anymore.
Even at his peak, he couldn't defeat the other party, let alone in his current state.
But in that very instant,
The husky's expression tensed. The fireball in its mouth shattered, and it spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly becoming extremely weak.
Almost simultaneously, Chen Shu's other three contracted spirits also encountered problems.
The effect of the potions seemed to have ended at the same time.
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
All four contracted spirits spat blood, their expressions becoming extremely weak, appearing as if they could die at any moment.
"Huh?"
Archbishop Yan was stunned.
He had thought he was doomed, but the situation had suddenly turned around?
Could he truly be the chosen one?
"Damn it!"
Chen Shu's face contorted with anger. He stared fixedly at Archbishop "Yan," but was completely unable to attack.
"It seems my fate is not to die after all!"
Archbishop "Yan," riding the firebird, confronted Chen Shu, his eyes deep in thought.
Finally, his expression shifted, and he instantly turned and left without retaliating.
Even though Chen Shu's contracted spirits were weakened, there were still four of them, and he only had one left, making victory highly unlikely.
"Idiot..."
Chen Shu watched the other party's retreating figure, completely unfazed, and calmly sat down.
Then, his four contracted spirits became energetic again, showing no signs of weakness.
The little spirit came to his side and said in a tone of seeking credit,
"Little Chen, how was my performance?"
"Too exaggerated!"
Chen Shu curled his lips and said,
"Acting requires heart, heart! Do you understand? But thankfully, the other party was already flustered and didn't see through it."
"Little Yellow, you too! The amount of blood you coughed up was ridiculous! Like a fountain!"
"Gu ji! Gu ji!"
Little Yellow, with its big, dazed eyes, continued to rub against Chen Shu, acting cute.
"You win..."
Chen Shu patted Little Yellow's head and said no more.
"Since the Pope is dead, your church is no longer necessary..."
A hint of killing intent flickered in his eyes. He muttered to himself, "I need to go to the Free Continent to catch a Grey Spirit Rat first..."
His earlier aggressive move to snatch the Purple Soul Emperor's power was only one objective.
The other objective was to make physical contact with "Yan" and secretly apply the potent "Pervert's Mustard," which, combined with the Grey Spirit Rat, would be used to track his movements.
"Your church has truly been a thorn in my side..."
Chen Shu chuckled, recalling his last trip to the Free Continent, where the other party had been similarly rendered helpless by the Pervert's Mustard.
"Once the Church of Salvation is destroyed, only the Holy Imperial Society will remain..."
He murmured, anticipation in his eyes.
He hadn't forgotten the achievement options the system had previously offered. Eliminating the three most evil organizations on Blue Star would yield an unknown bloodline reward.
In a short while, Chen Shu extravagantly consumed two teleportation potions and directly traveled to the Free Continent to catch a Grey Spirit Rat.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak—"
The Grey Spirit Rat looked westward, its eyes filled with yearning, clearly having smelled the Pervert's Mustard.
"Don't be in a hurry!"
Chen Shu tied it up, not eager to act, intending to rest in place for a while.
Even without the Pope, the Church of Salvation still had an Archbishop of King Rank Level 3, not easily dealt with.
"I need to prepare another ultimate potion..."
Chen Shu's eyes held a determined look as he took out over ten bottles of enhanced Berserk Potions.
The cost of a single Ultimate Berserk Potion was trillions. Not to mention ordinary King Rank beings, even legendary creatures might not dare to do this. It was likely only he on the entire Blue Star could afford such extravagance...
"I hope the supplies of the Church of Salvation won't disappoint me, at least not to the point where I incur a loss!"
Chen Shu found a spot beneath some ruins and began to meticulously refine the Berserk Potion.
Five days passed in the blink of an eye.
Thanks to the little spirit's "Death Resurrection," the contracted spirits' weakened states were all resolved, and their strength recovered to their peak.
"It's done!"
At this moment, Chen Shu shouted loudly, excitement in his eyes.
Even he dared not be careless with this matter; the loss would be too great if it failed.
He wasted no more time, grabbed the Grey Spirit Rat beside him, and left the ruins with his contracted spirits.
"Church of Salvation, your nuclear missile has arrived, please sign for it!"