Chapter 0140: The Beauty Saves the Hero

Wind-Snow City, the second-largest city in the Blizzard Empire, saw twelve naked angel corpses hung above its city gates that morning!
Twelve angel corpses with all their feathers plucked!
When the people of Wind-Snow City woke up and saw this scene at the city gates, they all screamed in shock, unable to believe their eyes.
The visual impact of this scene was overwhelming—nothing but shock!
Twelve radiant angels had been killed and hung above the city gates of Wind-Snow City!
This news sent shockwaves across the entire Hengyuan Continent.
For countless years, the radiant angels had been symbols of the Church’s purity and holiness, messengers of the gods worshipped by all saints. Now they were dead—many of them!
It was a huge irony, a severe blow to the Church’s authority!
Such a thing had never happened in nearly a thousand years, as no one dared to do it, not even the empire emperors, the dragon kings, or the demon kings.
Yet now, someone had done it openly, without destroying the corpses but instead displaying them to the world.
This news spread like a storm to every corner of the Hengyuan Continent.
The five empire emperors were shocked!
The demon king of hell was shocked!
The sea queen of the overseas races was shocked!
The dragon king was equally shocked!
Everyone who heard this news was nothing but shocked!
They were shocked that someone dared to kill the radiant angels, and they were also shocked by the identity of the person or force capable of killing twelve winged angels, each as strong as a saintly warrior!
This news was even more shocking than when the Yellow Dragon attacked the Dragon Speech Empire’s palace, or than when the Yellow Dragon held auctions for magic swords, soul-purifying pills, and magic space rings.
“Who do you think dared to kill the radiant angels?”
“Who knows? But whoever dared to kill them is doomed!”
“Not necessarily. If they dared to kill the radiant angels and display their corpses, it means they have backing and aren’t afraid of the Church!”
“That makes sense. To silently kill twelve winged angels as strong as saintly warriors, their strength is likely beyond even the five empires.”
“But then, who could it be?”
“It doesn’t matter who it is. Guess what the Church will do once they find out.”
“Heh, it seems the Hengyuan Continent is about to change!”
Discussion erupted in every corner of the Hengyuan Continent.
Many factions, large and small, sensed something was about to happen—things were about to get lively on this continent.

However, many forces, large and small, secretly cheered at this. The Holy Church established churches in every country on the Hengyuan Continent, recruiting followers, spreading its doctrines, and deceiving ordinary people into blind faith. It often incited these followers to stage “rebellions,” labeling anyone who opposed it as a “sinner” and a deeply wicked criminal. Such oppressive tactics had long angered various families, duchies, and kingdoms. They dared to complain but not to hate, and now that someone had killed twelve Archangels, it was truly satisfying.

In the Blizzard Empire’s palace, the Wind and Moon Palace…
“What! That wretched Zhao is still alive! She’s back!” Daina frowned, her body trembling as she stared in disbelief at Aisha, who came to deliver the urgent news. After the Holy Church took Zhao Miao away, the weight on Daina’s heart was finally lifted. She was gathering her concubines in the Mercy Palace to celebrate, but then Aisha rushed over in panic, reporting that Zhao Miao, her mortal enemy, was still alive and now present in the Tianning Palace.
“Yes, yes, Sister Daina!” Although Aisha was also a concubine, her status paled in comparison to Daina’s. Faced with Daina’s wrath, she trembled.
“Still alive? How is that possible?” After initial shock, Daina’s expression turned icy, filled with murderous intent.
“Sister Daina, what if Zhao Miao exposes us to the Emperor?” Aisha showed signs of panic. Though the Emperor Lin Er turned a blind eye to palace intrigues, learning that they had joined forces to kill Zhao Miao could result in her being banished to the cold palace or even executed. After all, Zhao Miao was the Emperor Lin Er’s most beloved concubine.
“What’s there to panic about? Expose us? That wretched woman has no evidence—accusing us without proof is slander. If she dares do that, hehe!” Daina sneered.
“But how did Zhao Miao manage to escape from the angels? It’s strange… what’s going on?” Daina was puzzled. Just then, one of her maids rushed in in a panic and said, “Your Majesty, there are twelve angel corpses hanging on the gates of Wind Snow City!”
“What?!” Daina’s eyes widened in horror.

Meanwhile, on the Sacred Mountain, in the Sacred Temple…
Haides stood on the platform, his expression cold. Below, the high-ranking members of the Church held their breath, afraid to make even the slightest sound.
“Who can tell me what’s going on?!” Suddenly, Haides roared, his face twisted in fury.
The deaths of the six angels of Blair had already saddened him, but now, a full dozen had died!

This made the usually gentle Hades unable to resist showing the most violent side deep within him.
The high-ranking officials of the Holy See were all shocked; they had never seen Hades so enraged. Yet, at the thought of what had happened this time, they shuddered.
The twelve angels, along with Buze, a top warrior from the Sacred Realm, also went along, only for this mission to fail once again!
“Your Holiness, Reese and the others were killed, but Buze is missing. Could it be…?” After a while, Gerson, the head of the Tribunal, hesitated.
“You mean Buze betrayed them suddenly, turned against them, and helped the Yellow Dragon kill Reese and the twelve others?!” Hades said coldly.
“I’m just guessing,” Gerson replied, his face tense.
It wasn’t surprising that Gerson would guess so—after all, everyone knew the strength of the Yellow Dragon and his group. Three months ago, the Yellow Dragon had defeated the three Behemoths of the Orc Empire, possessing strength only slightly below that of the peak of the Sacred Realm—essentially, at the upper level of the Sacred Realm. As for Borg and Nat, their strength was even weaker, making it impossible for them to pose a threat to Reese and the others.
As for the middle-aged man who had been with the Yellow Dragon in recent months, the Holy Church had determined that he only had strength at the middle level of the Sacred Realm.
So, there was only one possibility: the Dark Demon Buze might have betrayed them suddenly, joined forces with the Yellow Dragon, and together killed the twelve angels.
On the temple platform, the other archbishops, knight leaders, and ascetic chiefs mostly agreed with Gerson’s idea.
Hades glanced at everyone and then spoke, “Buze cannot have betrayed us. Lord Tobid planted an Angel’s Heart in his heart. If he were to betray us, there would be only one outcome—death!”
Angel’s Heart! At the mention of this term, everyone paled.
“If not him, then could it be the Yellow Dragon? But the Yellow Dragon himself doesn’t possess such strength!” ArchbishopCole -> Cole said gravely.
“The Yellow Dragon doesn’t!” Hades replied calmly, “but that doesn’t mean those around him don’t!”
“What do you mean, Your Holiness?” Gerson asked cautiously.
“Investigate! See if there are any Divine Realm warriors protecting the Yellow Dragon!” A cold glint appeared in Hades’ eyes.
If the Dark Demon Buze hadn’t betrayed them and was now missing, his fate was likely the same as that of Reese and the twelve angels. Then, only Divine Realm warriors could have the strength to kill them!
“Divine Realm warriors!” The high-ranking officials of the Holy See were shocked, but they also understood the basis of the Pope’s suspicion.
“Yes, Your Holiness,” Gerson replied respectfully after being startled.

“Remember, the Yellow Dragon is involved in this matter, and it must not be spread at the moment!” Haides’ expression turned gloomy. “If this gets out, you know the consequences!”
If it became known that it was actually the Holy Church who sent the Twelve Angels of Rishi to kill the Yellow Dragon, only for them to be killed inexplicably, it would have an even greater negative impact on the Holy Church.
“What about the Yellow Dragon?” Cardinal Kol stepped forward, puzzled.
“He hasn’t publicized this yet, so he won’t for now—at least, temporarily.” Haides’ eyes flickered. “The Darkforest Empire’s martial tournament is approaching. Both he and the Dragon Clan’s Elder Odo are honored guests invited by the Darkforest Temple.”
“What does His Holiness intend?” asked Darcy, the commander of theWild Legion Legion -> Wild Legion Legion, cautiously.
“Kol, it’s been a long time since you last visited the Obu family. This time, take the opportunity to go back. During the tournament, make it exciting—don’t disappoint all those who have come to watch.” Pope Haides turned to Cardinal Kol beside him.
“Yes, His Holiness,” Kol replied respectfully, understanding the meaning.
…
After Bogge sent Zhao Miao back to the capital of the Blizzard Empire, the Yellow Dragon set off for the capital of the Darkforest Empire.
With less than two months left until the election of the Goddess of the Darkforest Temple and the Darkforest Empire’s martial tournament, the Yellow Dragon and his party encountered many factions rushing to the Darkforest Empire along the way.
Along the way, the Yellow Dragon also heard about the heated discussions caused by the bodies of the Twelve Angels of Rishi hanging at the gates of Wind and Snow City, but he showed no reaction.
“Young master, it seems the Church isn’t reacting at all,” Bogge said.
Originally, everyone thought the Church would be furious and launch waves of attacks, but unexpectedly, things remained calm, and they passed half a month unharmed.
“Haides is waiting,” the Yellow Dragon said slowly.
“Waiting?” Nat was confused.
“The young master is right. They’re waiting for an opportunity,” Gusta added. “Moreover, with Haides having lost twelve angels and Buze, a peak figure from the Holy Land, he doesn’t dare act rashly.”
The Yellow Dragon nodded.
Suddenly, dozens of men appeared on the mountain path ahead.
“People coming up! Hand over your money quickly! We only want money, not your lives. If you refuse, don’t blame us for being ruthless—your lives won’t be spared.”
Since they were on a remote mountain road, there were many bandits, but none of them had expected such things to happen to them. Seeing the dozens of bandits ahead, Nat and the others exchanged glances and couldn’t help but laugh.

“You little thief! How dare you rob people in broad daylight! How outrageous! With this lady here, get lost now!” As everyone laughed, a sharp shout came from behind. Then, a group of people walked up—apparently members of some family, about a dozen of them, with strong combat skills, at level six or seven. It was the beautiful girl at the front who had shouted in protest. Now even Huang Long couldn’t help but smile bitterly—what was this? A beauty saving the hero?