Pa! Pa! Pa!
Lu Jun viciously lashed out at Dikaios's mind, forcibly distorting his thoughts with psychic methods.
Under the curse of the mind,Dikaios collapsed repeatedly, his eyes vacant, his screams piercing the skies.
Eventually, he declared with heartfelt, fanatical devotion, "The Chinese are the supreme race. I am a despicable, lowly Western white trash."
Seeing this, Lu Jun nodded in satisfaction, then pointed to the filthy runway of the airport and ordered, "Lick it!"
Immediately,Dikaios crawled over like a lapdog, sticking out his tongue to lick the dirt.
The next moment, Lu Jun kicked him hard, blood spurting out.Dikaios's mouth was full of blood, and several of his teeth were knocked out.
Yet he wasn't angry. On the contrary, with a satisfied expression, he said, "The legends are true. The land of the East is like honey, so sweet."
This kind of worldview is quite similar to certain "banana people" who believe that Western air is sweet.
In the distance, Glocken swallowed hard, shocked by Lu Jun's cruel methods.
This was even more terrifying than killing Dikaios outright.
Their Parthenon Temple specialized in psychic magic, usually persuading others to believe in the temple in a gentle, supportive way. Ahem, forcing conversion wasn't unheard of, but that was the work of a different secret department.
From this moment on,Dikaios was finished.
Lu Jun looked over, and Glocken immediately broke into a cold sweat, hastily shaking his head and saying, "Fr… friend, let's… let's talk this out."
He knew the Totem Black Serpent was brought by Lu Jun, so he didn't say anything to Mo Fan.
Just then, Ye Xinxia pushed her wheelchair out of the plane with great difficulty and shouted, "Brother Mo Fan, don't be impulsive. The Parthenon doesn't mean much harm."
Seeing this, Lu Jun glanced at Mo Fan. Noticing his hesitation, he said, "You deal with it yourselves."
Ye Xinxia gratefully said, "Thank you, Brother Lu. In the future, if you ever need help, we'll do everything we can."
"It's nothing," Mo Fan said casually, slapping Lu Jun on the shoulder. "Old Lu and I go way back. No need to be polite."
Though he spoke like this, tears welled up in Mo Fan's eyes. His heart was filled with immense gratitude.
He really didn't know if Lu Jun hadn't helped him this time, watching helplessly as Ye Xinxia was taken away how powerless and miserable he would have felt.
He would've lost control afterward for sure. Once his cultivation reached a certain level, he would definitely head to the Parthenon Temple to settle this humiliation.
In the end, Lu Jun simply waved his hand. Having secured the usage rights for the Resurrection Divine Art, he quietly slipped away, leaving the others space for their talk and negotiation.
He walked over to the Totem Black Serpent, reaching out to pat its massive scaly head. Gently, he said, "Thanks for the hard work, big guy."
The Black Serpent hissed softly in response, indicating it was no trouble.
Not long after, the three of them reached an agreement. Glocken promised many things, with two key points: first, to cure Xinxia's legs; second, the temple study period would be limited to one year at most.
Mo Fan found this acceptable. He needed to participate in the World Tournament and required a year of training and challenges in the National Pavilion.
By the time they reached the final stop in Venice, he would conveniently make a trip to Greece and bring Xinxia back.
But Lu Jun knew Ye Xinxia would not return from this trip. She would be caught in an endless vortex of trouble and nearly die because of it.
Even if she ultimately succeeded and rose to fame, she would become a completely different person never happy again.
He stroked his chin. After meeting the Parthenon Temple group, his thoughts had shifted drastically.
He had once believed that Ye Xinxia, like Fate, becoming the Goddess would be the best choice for the world and for Nine Provinces, helping to guide transformation in a relatively gentle way.
But seeing the Parthenon people's stubborn and arrogant mindset, he felt that was unlikely.
It should be noted: in the original finale, to cleanse the temple of the many Black Church members hiding within, Xinxia painfully ordered part of her own Guardian Knights to pose as fake "Black Church" members and slaughter "temple personnel."
Combined with her identity as a Huaxia native, the resulting controversy would inevitably be immense. Many pro-Western traditionalists would lie in wait, obstructing her from the shadows. Reform would not proceed smoothly.
After all, even by the end, Xin Xia was only at the Super Level. It was only by relying on the power of the Goddess Soul to canonize Holy Knights that she gained the support of Forbidden Mages and emperors.
"In the end, after this generation, the Resurrection Soul would still remain within the Parthenon Temple. If the next Goddess ends up being a Westerner, wouldn't that render everything Xin Xia did completely meaningless?"
Lu Jun's thoughts grew more complicated. He was starting to dislike the idea of letting things proceed according to the original trajectory.
Besides, now that Salan was dead, and without her covert support, the Parthenon's Temple Mother who also served as the Pope would be far harder for Xin Xia to outmaneuver.
He had no objection to Xin Xia becoming the Goddess he supported her but he had serious doubts about leaving the Resurrection Soul within the Temple.
"The Resurrection Divine Art... how tempting."
Lu Jun sighed internally, already beginning to plot.
The Parthenon's internal conflict seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, occurring at the Temple's lowest point of power.
Moreover, just now when Xin Xia approached, the Ancient King's War Armor Robe formed from the Curse Star Galaxy reacted. His Divinity sensed the Resurrection Soul of Athena and seemed extremely repulsed by this pure life source.
Even the gray patches spreading on his body had visibly faded.
"The ultimate sanctuary of the Healing Element… Life and Death."
Lu Jun had countless thoughts swirling through his mind. He glanced at Xin Xia but said nothing more. It all depended on how things developed.
Previously, he had no thoughts of acting, mainly because he feared the Parthenon's influence, Salan, and Dark King Wentai. But now, with the Ancient King's Armor Robe in hand, the first two were no longer threats.
As for the final one, the Dark King Wentai would have to descend upon the Magic Plane itself for his will to matter. That was a distant concern.
Ultimately, as his strength grew, so did his desire for more.
"Sacred Totem White Tiger, Hades Divinity, Resurrection Soul three Divine Sources of Middle Empire level fused as one… Could this be the key to ascending the rooftop of the world and achieving immortality?"
He fell silent. He'd take it one step at a time. He didn't really want to take what belonged to Xin Xia. But if she couldn't protect it, that would be another matter entirely.
On the other side, Mo Fan personally saw off Xin Xia and the Parthenon delegation. His heart was filled with sorrow. This was the first time his little sister had ever left him.
Lu Jun also waved farewell to the Totem Black Serpent. The colossal snake, as majestic as a mountain, disappeared. Order returned to the once-chaotic airport.
Only the locals of Hangzhou understood what had just happened, and helped calm the nerves of visitors. Otherwise, the panic would have worsened.
People from the Tribunal flew in, but they didn't dare interfere. They only helped organize order.
Afterward, Lu Jun glanced at Mo Fan's gloomy face. Then, spotting Tang Yue approaching from afar, he grinned mischievously and said, "Aww, your little girlfriend's gone. Don't worry, partings are just preparation for becoming a better man before meeting again."
Hearing this, Mo Fan felt a little comforted.
But the next second, his jaw dropped in disbelief. His mouth hung open as he saw Lu Jun casually embracing a stunning mature woman.
Mo Fan looked carefully his memory was vivid. Wasn't this their high school internship teacher? She had been the number one favorite among all the students, the dream woman of countless teenage boys.
And now, Old Lu had actually gotten her!
Lu Jun was beaming, one arm wrapped around Tang Yue's slender, voluptuous waist. As he walked off, he rubbed salt into Mo Fan's wounds and said, "Tsk tsk, such a pity. I'll have to excuse myself for a bit."
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