Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

He glanced at the corpse of the Shadow Elder without a trace of emotion in his eyes. He turned around and walked back to the hall alone, ignoring the frightened looks from those around him.

Everyone in the Holy Spirit Church was silent. They witnessed the fight between Bai Zhaoyun and the Shadow Elder in the soul power mirror in the hall. The thundering methods and the power to destroy the world deeply shook their souls.

A Titled Douluo, a god-like existence in their eyes, fell just like that, and Bai Zhaoyun, who killed him, was so calm at this moment, as if he had just done something insignificant.

The deputy hall master frowned, staring at Bai Zhaoyun with hawk-like eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Bai Zhaoyun, you have obviously won, why do you want to kill us? Are you really sincere in joining our Holy Spirit Church, or do you have other purposes?!"

Bai Zhaoyun stopped and turned to look at the deputy hall master, with a cold arc on his lips: "Why, are you teaching me how to do things?"

Upon hearing this, the deputy hall master's face suddenly darkened, and a powerful pressure emanated from him, covering the entire hall.

"How dare you speak to the deputy hall master like that!"

"Boy, don't think you can be arrogant just because you killed the Shadow Elder. This is the Holy Spirit Church!"

Several elders stood up indignantly, pointing at Bai Zhaoyun and shouting angrily. They were all loyal supporters of the deputy hall master, so they naturally stood up for him at this moment.

Bai Zhaoyun remained calm in the face of everyone's accusations, and just smiled coldly: "Why, you guys want to try it too?"

His light words exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, leaving those clamoring elders speechless.

Although they were angry, they were not stupid. They could see that Bai Zhaoyun was not an easy person to deal with. Even the Title Douluo-level Shadow Elder was easily killed by him. If they went up, they would only bring shame upon themselves.

The deputy hall master waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. He stared at Bai Zhaoyun with burning eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Bai Zhaoyun, let me ask you again, what is your purpose for coming here?"

Bai Zhaoyun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile: "My goal? It's very simple, I want to become the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Church!"

He stood proudly in the center of the hall, like a sword drawn from its sheath, sharp and unstoppable.

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall was in an uproar.

"What?! He wants to be the Son of God?!"

"Is this kid crazy? Who does he think he is?!"

"How can he become the Holy Son just because he wants to?!"

The people of the Holy Spirit Church were talking about it, and their eyes towards Bai Zhaoyun were filled with shock and doubt.

The Holy Son is the future successor to the Holy Spirit Church's leader. He must possess powerful strength, extraordinary talent, and absolute loyalty to the Holy Spirit Church!

Although Bai Zhaoyun is gifted and powerful, he has just arrived at the Holy Spirit Church and has killed the Shadow Elder. He does not look loyal to the Holy Spirit Church at all. How can he be qualified to become the Son of God? !

Upon hearing this, the deputy hall master frowned. He did not expect Bai Zhaoyun to be so arrogant. He actually wanted to become the Son of God right away. He was simply ignorant of his own limitations!

He snorted coldly and said, "Bai Zhaoyun, you are too arrogant! How can you covet the position of the Holy Son?!"

Bai Zhaoyun smiled faintly and said, "Oh? Then I would like to ask the deputy hall master, why can't I covet the position of the Holy Son? Is it because I am not a native of the Holy Spirit Church?"

"That's right!" An old man with white hair and beard stood up next to the deputy hall master and said in a cold voice, "The position of the Holy Son is related to the future of our Holy Spirit Church. How can I give it to an outsider like you who has unknown origins?!"

This old man's name is Elder Xu. He is a veteran figure of the Holy Spirit Church. He has a respected status and unfathomable strength.

As soon as he spoke, the other elders echoed:

"Elder Xu is right! The position of the Holy Son must not be given to outsiders!"

"Bai Zhaoyun, you'd better give up on this idea!"

"If you know what's best for you, just hand over your martial spirit obediently. I can make the decision and let you find a position in the Holy Spirit Church!"

……

Bai Zhaoyun looked around at these indignant elders, and the mockery on his lips became even stronger.

"A bunch of old guys, are you qualified to give me orders?" His tone was cold and full of undisguised contempt. "No one has ever been able to stop me from what I want!"

"presumptuous!"

"Insanity!"

"Boy, you are courting death!"

Several elders were furious and released their martial spirits one after another. The powerful soul power fluctuations surged in the hall, as if they were going to overturn the entire hall.

Bai Zhaoyun was not afraid at all. He stood proudly, his long black hair fluttering in the wind, and his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will help you!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and turned into a black lightning, rushing towards the elders!

……

The speed of the black lightning was as fast as thunder. The elders didn't even have time to react before they were mercilessly killed by Bai Zhaoyun! Blood splattered, dyeing the Holy Spirit Church's main hall red. The strong smell of blood filled the air, making people sick.

Bai Zhaoyun stood proudly in the pool of blood, his black robe fluttering in the wind, like a killer god walking out of hell, emitting cold murderous intent. He glanced coldly at the trembling Holy Spirit Sect disciples, and finally set his eyes on the deputy hall master.

"Am I qualified to become the Son of God now?" Bai Zhaoyun's voice was icy cold, as if it came from the Netherworld, making the deputy hall master feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

The deputy hall master was already scared out of his wits when he saw the killing-like young man in front of him. Which of those elders was not a Soul Douluo-level strongman? But in front of this young man, they were like chickens and dogs, vulnerable!

"You are... qualified." The deputy hall master's voice trembled. He suppressed the fear in his heart and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying. "I will send a message back to the headquarters for you and recommend you to become the Holy Son of our entire Holy Spirit Church. With your current record, it will definitely alarm the leader. As long as the leader nods, you will be the Holy Son of our Holy Spirit Church!"

Bai Zhaoyun sneered. He knew that the deputy hall master was just stalling for time. He did not expose him, but said calmly, "Then I'll have to trouble the deputy hall master."

The deputy hall master was as if he had been pardoned. He quickly took out a jade slip from his arms and began to send a message to the Holy Spirit Church headquarters. Bai Zhaoyun did not stop him, but just stood there quietly, like a sculpture.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the atmosphere in the entire hall became extremely depressing. The disciples of the Holy Spirit Church did not dare to breathe, for fear of angering this god of death.

Finally, the jade slip in the deputy hall master's hand lit up, and he quickly put the slip to his ear and listened carefully to the voice inside. After a moment, his face became extremely ugly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"What? Does the leader disagree?" Bai Zhaoyun asked with a smile.

The deputy hall master took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice: "Reporting to the Holy Son, the old man, the old man, said..."

"What?" Bai Zhaoyun frowned slightly, an ominous premonition coming to his mind.

"The leader said..." The deputy hall master swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty, "He said...the position of the Holy Son shall be occupied by the most capable person!"