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It was a thin, wrinkled old man.

He looked thin and feeble. His wide priest robe was draping over his body like a shroud.

In terms of appearance, he was much worse than Lei Lie, the priest of Red Gold Town. He was just a random old man.

But his appearance somehow made all the Iron Fist Soldiers excited as if they had been possessed.

Even the Iron Fist Soldiers, who had been riddled with holes and torn apart by the steam cannons, were shouting desperately without caring about their wounds.

“High Priest Luo Tian!”

“High Priest Luo Tian!”

“High Priest Luo Tian!”

The old man named ‘Luo Tian’ flew past the statue of the Fist God slowly. He stood in midair and glanced at the steam cannons and the fanatics emotionlessly, before he retracted his gaze and lowered his head.

It was as if the destruction they caused and the noises that shook the entire city were just children playing house.

Luo Xinglong’s eyes and lips were both twitching.

The two siblings were the closest to him and could see clearly that the diehard core of the Mechanical and Steam Sect was trying to put on a righteous and disdainful expression.

But he failed. Fear was still leaking out of the deepest part of his eyes.

And Gus and Grey could understand his fear.

Even though they were far away in Red Gold Town, they had heard the name ‘High Priest Luo Tian’ from Lei Lie and other people more than once.

It was said that he was the best expert in fist techniques in Qianyuan City and even within a thousand square kilometers!

It was said that he had been training in an unparalleled technique named ‘Stairway to Heaven 999’, which allowed him to step on nonexistent stairs in midair until he reached the highest heaven and communicated with the Fist God by absorbing the natural force.

It was said that he made a great vow to the Fist God and refined himself into a furnace with secret arts in order to better guide the Fist God’s power into his body!

The two siblings did not know how much of the rumors were true and how much was false.

But their uncle wouldn’t lie to them. Lei Lie had once said that he wouldn’t be able to last more than three moves in the hands of High Priest Luo Tian. When High Priest Luo Tian was serious, it was like he had emptied his body and summoned a god!

Rumor has it that not just the two siblings knew.

All the fanatics had heard of the invincibility of the high priest, too.

For a moment, the chaotic battlefield was silent.

Even the roars of the steam whistle and the roars of the steam cannons seemed to have been frozen by the aura of the high priest of Heavenly Saints City.

High Priest Luotian crushed every fanatic’s heart like a mountain.

Only by crossing, no, crushing the mountain could their beliefs become reality.

“Open fire! Open fire!”

Luo Xinglong roared murderously, “Aim at High Priest Luo Tian and fire!”

The gunner of the steam cannon, on the other hand, found it hard to breathe because of the invisible aura of the high priest. He was at a loss and lost.

Luo Xinglong gritted his teeth and pushed the gunner away. He sat on the gun emplacement and shook the crankshaft crazily to adjust his shooting.

High Priest Luo Tian was still standing in midair and did not seem to be moving at all. He did not even blink and waited patiently for Luo Xinglong to turn the black barrel of the cannon toward him.

However, if one were to observe carefully, one would notice that the figure of High Priest Luo Tian was gradually turning fuzzy, as if invisible ripples were spreading out of his body. It was a sign that tremendous power was gathering.

Everyone realized that the shot was the key to the battle.

A large batch of Iron Fist Soldiers charged forward fearlessly, trying to destroy the steam cannon before it was ready for the next shot, or at least to interfere with the shooting altitude and angle.

Countless fanatics charged forward like soldiers who were not afraid of death. They blocked the narrow streets with their flesh and blood that were flowing with scorching steam and built an impregnable city wall.

The collision of the two parties caused intense blood to splatter everywhere. No matter how the broken limbs danced in the air, the blood lines could not be moved by even half an inch. Even if the anxious experts of the Iron Fist Legion jumped high into the air and tried to dive down and bombard the steam cannons, machines and the fearless warriors of the Iron Fist Legion would immediately rush forward and hug each other in midair. They would detonate the steam bombs that were tied to their bodies and blow each other into pieces.

Finally—

On the dashboard of the steam cannon, the pointer rushed to the red zone on the right side fearlessly with the whistle of the steam cannon.

It meant that the steam cannon had been pressed to the maximum.

The cannonballs that were full of destructive power and the feathers that blocked the gaps were completed, too.

“Long live the True God!”

Luo Xinglong was so excited that his face was flushed, and he was dancing crazily as if he were drunk. Staring at the high priest in midair, he bellowed, “False-god dogs, go to hell!”

BOOM!

Luo Xinglong pulled the rope hard. The steam cannon roared like the last roar of a ferocious animal. The intense vibration shook Gus and Grey off.

Through the gaps of the complicated mechanical structures, the overwhelming blast blew the two siblings and the fanatics who were marching forward with the giant guns at least ten meters away.

Some of them were even burnt by the scorching steam. A series of shocking blisters quickly appeared on their hands and faces, but they had no time to scream. They were all staring at the sky that was wreathed in steam.

In the sky, the enormous cannonball drew a fierce and miserable curve like a meteorite and darted at the high priest precisely.

Everybody, regardless of whether they were from the Iron Fist Legion or the Steam Legion, felt that their hearts were being lifted up high. They held their breath together and felt that everything had become eternal.

High Priest Luo Tian was still emotionless. He welcomed the arrival of the steam cannonball unhurriedly.

In front of him, the twisted air had already formed visible swirls that looked like the most solid shields.

Behind him, the raging flames of war gradually formed a magnificent, solemn, and sacred face that was exactly the same as the statue in front of the temple of the Fist God!

“Ah!”

Countless fanatics were frightened by the face that was floating in midair and screamed in horror.

In the screams, High Priest Luo Tian took action.

He waved his fists, which were as thin as wood, casually. The swirls in the air in front of him congregated into a gargantuan, unpredictable super swirl.

When the steam cannonball rushed into the swirl, it was immediately jammed and started shaking like a gyro that had run out of strength.

Then, the giant face on the back of High Priest Luo Tian, which looked like the Fist God, put on a furious face and opened its bloody mouth, roaring unstoppably!

In that moment, everybody felt that ten thousand thunderclaps were exploding beside their ears.

The roar turned out to be real, as if it had come directly from the highest heaven, the will of the Fist God!

It was a thin, wrinkled old man.

He looked thin and feeble. His wide priest robe was draping over his body like a shroud.

In terms of appearance, he was much worse than Lei Lie, the priest of Red Gold Town. He was just a random old man.

But his appearance somehow made all the Iron Fist Soldiers excited as if they had been possessed.

Even the Iron Fist Soldiers, who had been riddled with holes and torn apart by the steam cannons, were shouting desperately without caring about their wounds.

“High Priest Luo Tian!”

“High Priest Luo Tian!”

“High Priest Luo Tian!”

The old man named ‘Luo Tian’ flew past the statue of the Fist God slowly. He stood in midair and glanced at the steam cannons and the fanatics emotionlessly, before he retracted his gaze and lowered his head.

It was as if the destruction they caused and the noises that shook the entire city were just children playing house.

Luo Xinglong’s eyes and lips were both twitching.

The two siblings were the closest to him and could see clearly that the diehard core of the Mechanical and Steam Sect was trying to put on a righteous and disdainful expression.

But he failed. Fear was still leaking out of the deepest part of his eyes.

And Gus and Grey could understand his fear.

Even though they were far away in Red Gold Town, they had heard the name ‘High Priest Luo Tian’ from Lei Lie and other people more than once.

It was said that he was the best expert in fist techniques in Qianyuan City and even within a thousand square kilometers!

It was said that he had been training in an unparalleled technique named ‘Stairway to Heaven 999’, which allowed him to step on nonexistent stairs in midair until he reached the highest heaven and communicated with the Fist God by absorbing the natural force.

It was said that he made a great vow to the Fist God and refined himself into a furnace with secret arts in order to better guide the Fist God’s power into his body!

The two siblings did not know how much of the rumors were true and how much was false.

But their uncle wouldn’t lie to them. Lei Lie had once said that he wouldn’t be able to last more than three moves in the hands of High Priest Luo Tian. When High Priest Luo Tian was serious, it was like he had emptied his body and summoned a god!

Rumor has it that not just the two siblings knew.

All the fanatics had heard of the invincibility of the high priest, too.

For a moment, the chaotic battlefield was silent.

Even the roars of the steam whistle and the roars of the steam cannons seemed to have been frozen by the aura of the high priest of Heavenly Saints City.

High Priest Luotian crushed every fanatic’s heart like a mountain.

Only by crossing, no, crushing the mountain could their beliefs become reality.

“Open fire! Open fire!”

Luo Xinglong roared murderously, “Aim at High Priest Luo Tian and fire!”

The gunner of the steam cannon, on the other hand, found it hard to breathe because of the invisible aura of the high priest. He was at a loss and lost.

Luo Xinglong gritted his teeth and pushed the gunner away. He sat on the gun emplacement and shook the crankshaft crazily to adjust his shooting.

High Priest Luo Tian was still standing in midair and did not seem to be moving at all. He did not even blink and waited patiently for Luo Xinglong to turn the black barrel of the cannon toward him.

However, if one were to observe carefully, one would notice that the figure of High Priest Luo Tian was gradually turning fuzzy, as if invisible ripples were spreading out of his body. It was a sign that tremendous power was gathering.

Everyone realized that the shot was the key to the battle.

A large batch of Iron Fist Soldiers charged forward fearlessly, trying to destroy the steam cannon before it was ready for the next shot, or at least to interfere with the shooting altitude and angle.

Countless fanatics charged forward like soldiers who were not afraid of death. They blocked the narrow streets with their flesh and blood that were flowing with scorching steam and built an impregnable city wall.

The collision of the two parties caused intense blood to splatter everywhere. No matter how the broken limbs danced in the air, the blood lines could not be moved by even half an inch. Even if the anxious experts of the Iron Fist Legion jumped high into the air and tried to dive down and bombard the steam cannons, machines and the fearless warriors of the Iron Fist Legion would immediately rush forward and hug each other in midair. They would detonate the steam bombs that were tied to their bodies and blow each other into pieces.

Finally—

On the dashboard of the steam cannon, the pointer rushed to the red zone on the right side fearlessly with the whistle of the steam cannon.

It meant that the steam cannon had been pressed to the maximum.

The cannonballs that were full of destructive power and the feathers that blocked the gaps were completed, too.

“Long live the True God!”

Luo Xinglong was so excited that his face was flushed, and he was dancing crazily as if he were drunk. Staring at the high priest in midair, he bellowed, “False-god dogs, go to hell!”

BOOM!

Luo Xinglong pulled the rope hard. The steam cannon roared like the last roar of a ferocious animal. The intense vibration shook Gus and Grey off.

Through the gaps of the complicated mechanical structures, the overwhelming blast blew the two siblings and the fanatics who were marching forward with the giant guns at least ten meters away.

Some of them were even burnt by the scorching steam. A series of shocking blisters quickly appeared on their hands and faces, but they had no time to scream. They were all staring at the sky that was wreathed in steam.

In the sky, the enormous cannonball drew a fierce and miserable curve like a meteorite and darted at the high priest precisely.

Everybody, regardless of whether they were from the Iron Fist Legion or the Steam Legion, felt that their hearts were being lifted up high. They held their breath together and felt that everything had become eternal.

High Priest Luo Tian was still emotionless. He welcomed the arrival of the steam cannonball unhurriedly.

In front of him, the twisted air had already formed visible swirls that looked like the most solid shields.

Behind him, the raging flames of war gradually formed a magnificent, solemn, and sacred face that was exactly the same as the statue in front of the temple of the Fist God!

“Ah!”

Countless fanatics were frightened by the face that was floating in midair and screamed in horror.

In the screams, High Priest Luo Tian took action.

He waved his fists, which were as thin as wood, casually. The swirls in the air in front of him congregated into a gargantuan, unpredictable super swirl.

When the steam cannonball rushed into the swirl, it was immediately jammed and started shaking like a gyro that had run out of strength.

Then, the giant face on the back of High Priest Luo Tian, which looked like the Fist God, put on a furious face and opened its bloody mouth, roaring unstoppably!

In that moment, everybody felt that ten thousand thunderclaps were exploding beside their ears.

The roar turned out to be real, as if it had come directly from the highest heaven, the will of the Fist God!