Pope Paul and King Hughes, two great masters, suddenly descended upon Lithuania.
This was undoubtedly a super nuclear bomb for the overseas cultivation world.
Pope Paul, the most famous man in European history, powerful, elegant, gentlemanly, and at the peak of his authority.
His fame far surpassed that of King Hughes of the United States. While the US boasted immense military power in the secular world, its cultivation world lagged far behind Europe.
Even so, King Hughes's strength was commendable, making him one of the top masters in the cultivation world.
Lithuania, a small European nation, was commonly known as a sycophant, always fawning over whoever was powerful.
Yet, this very sycophant dared to oppose China. When a dog misbehaves, it’s best to use another dog to deal with it, and now that dog had arrived.
China disdained to intervene.
Lithuania fell under the sphere of influence of the Dark Queen of the cultivation world. Although cultivators generally stayed out of worldly affairs, Pope Paul couldn't be bothered. "If I don't like you, what's wrong with bullying you?"
"Your Holiness Pope Paul, Lord King Hughes, my Dark Cult has no enmity with you. Why have you descended upon my territory?"
The Dark Queen Evelynna, with a cold expression, issued a stern warning.
"Nothing, we just want to kill you." Pope Paul spoke directly, never beating around the bush.
Uh...
What an honest excuse. Evelynna was speechless.
It seems people who want to kill you are not necessarily wrong.
King Hughes stood by, feeling somewhat awkward. "Would it kill you to find a better excuse?"
"They say one must have a righteous cause. You need to find a reason."
"If Pope Paul believes he can defeat me easily, then please proceed," Evelynna made a defensive posture.
"No, no, no, not me, us," Pope Paul pointed to King Hughes, who was watching from the side.
"The two of you, great masters, bullying a weak woman like me seems a bit unfair, doesn't it?" Evelynna was taken aback.
"They're planning to gang up on me?"
"How can this be a fair fight?"
Either one of them could defeat her. Pope Paul's strength was even more formidable. Evelynna had no confidence.
"If I can crush you, why would I dirty my robes?" Pope Paul displayed his shamelessness to the fullest.
Even knowing it was bullying, he stated it so grandly, with apparent justification.
"Hahaha... If that's the case, even if I die here today, will people still respect your names when your deeds are spread abroad? How will your subjects view your actions?"
Evelynna, amused by the absurdity, pointed at Pope Paul and questioned him.
Pope Paul took a deep breath, turned his gaze eastward, and said meaningfully:
"Rather than be worshipped by a group of mortals, it is better to be recognized by the gods."
"What do you mean?" Evelynna couldn't understand what Pope Paul was saying.
"China is not to be trifled with," Pope Paul emphasized each word. He then continued, "Alright, enough said. You should accept your fate."
As Pope Paul spoke, a scepter appeared in his hand. He believed in using weapons rather than fighting empty-handed.
King Hughes, by following the old rogue, had no pretense of gentlemanly conduct. Even less so when facing a woman. He joined in to assist.
"Descent of the Gods."
Pope Paul pointed his scepter, initiating the attack, while King Hughes also sprang into action, moving with lightning speed towards the Dark Queen.
When two super masters gang up on one woman, the outcome was predictable. It was a rout.
Evelynna didn't even have a chance to retaliate. It truly lived up to her name: "Clothes are gone."
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Xia Feng was completely unaware of the events in Europe, nor did he know that such devoted followers existed, truly the cream of the crop in sycophancy.
Today, their group was heading to Shangri-La for a trip. Jiang Quanshui's private jet flew directly from Shuangliu Airport to Shangri-La Airport.
At the moment of takeoff, Hu Hong and Qu Mingwei both breathed a sigh of relief. Although they hadn't left Sichuan Province yet, at least they were out of Chengdu.
They just didn't know if they would ever return.
"Secretary Hu, they won't be returning to Chengdu, will they?" Qu Mingwei said worriedly in Hu Hong's office.
Their relationship had actually grown stronger due to this incident. They had even experienced shock together when their sons were beaten.
With this shared experience, their bond was naturally unspoken.
"I can't say for sure," Hu Hong shook his head.
"Didn't you say Long Aotian wouldn't come here for tourism? And yet, here he is, traveling."
Or perhaps, "watching them beat up their sons" would be more accurate.
"Sigh... Never mind, the culprits are already in the hospital. Secretary Hu, are you going to the hospital later?" Qu Mingwei didn't want to worry unnecessarily; they just needed to be law-abiding.
"I'll go take a look," Hu Hong said.
The two discussed it and went to the hospital together to see their sons.
In a VIP ward of a Chinese hospital, Hu Liangzhe arrived at Qu Jun's room.
"Are you feeling any better?" Hu Liangzhe asked Qu Jun.
"It's very painful today. I really wish I could get a painkiller," Qu Jun winced, lying on the bed.
"Move over a bit, let me lie down too," Hu Liangzhe walked closer to Qu Jun's bed.
Qu Jun slowly shifted his body, making space for Hu Liangzhe to lie down.
"Where's your mom? Why are you alone in the ward?" Hu Liangzhe asked after lying down.
"She just went down with the nurse to get food," Qu Jun replied.
"What do you think about this incident?" Hu Liangzhe suddenly asked.
"What else can I think? Accept fate. You're not still thinking of courting death, are you?" Qu Jun was startled and turned to stare at Hu Liangzhe.
"If you want to die, don't drag me down. I'll never have any other ideas, even if I'm beaten to death."
"That's someone we look up to, unshakeable."
"Don't talk nonsense. I don't have that kind of courage. I'm talking about how Wu Zhi and Lin Zuomin are going to be dealt with. We've been beaten this badly, and they think they'll get away with it?"
Hu Liangzhe pointed to Qu Jun's back.
Qu Jun finally understood. So that's what it was about.
"They must be dealt with. Damn it, if Wu Zhi that scoundrel hadn't been so foul-mouthed, would we have ended up in this situation?"
"It's a small matter that we were beaten. The key is that it put our fathers in an awkward position. Have you ever seen your dad so wronged?"
Qu Jun's anger flared as he spoke, wanting to get up.
"Wouldn't it have been better to just have a nice meal? Why did they have to stir up trouble?"
"What a stupid idea to instigate Zhou Lu to call for escorts. Truly idiotic."
"No," Hu Liangzhe shook his head.
"Then that's settled. Let them be smug for a while. Once we're discharged, we'll deal with them. Damn it," Qu Jun grumbled.
"Fine, we'll take them out on them."
Hu Liangzhe felt no guilt. "You caused all this, and now you want to walk away unscathed? Don't even think about it."
Wu Zhi and Lin Zuomin thought they had escaped unscathed, unaware that a more severe revenge awaited them.
Misfortunes sent by heaven may be escapable, but self-inflicted misfortunes are inescapable.