The wagon came charging through the street at full speed, showing no intention of stopping.
The servant driving it shouted arrogantly,
"Move! Move!"
His voice was sharp and impatient, as if the lives of everyone in front of him meant nothing.
Blood was splattered across the wheels and lower frame of the wagon.
With a single glance, anyone could tell that it had already run over several people on the way here.
Yama's expression darkened.
What kind of priest allows people to die like this?
Just then, he noticed that the wagon was about to crash straight into the young boy and his little sister, the same two children who had just tried to sell him the earring.
Yama immediately glanced at Ye Ming.
Ye Ming understood at once.
Without hesitation, he shot forward like a blur. Using the Ye Clan's movement technique, he grabbed both children and pulled them out of the way just in time.
The rescue was effortless.
The servant on the wagon merely snorted.
"Hmph. Watch where you're standing next time."
Yama's eyes turned cold.
"What kind of priest allows his servant to run people over?"
He did not lower his voice.
He made sure everyone nearby, including the priest hidden inside the wagon, could hear him clearly.
The crowd immediately stirred.
"What is this kid doing?"
"Doesn't he know priests from the Heaven Church are highly respected in the Green Heaven Kingdom?"
"This child must be new here."
"He's courting death."
The spectators looked at Yama with pity.
To them, he had just brought calamity upon himself.
Ye Ming inwardly sighed.
Why has Young Master been causing trouble everywhere since leaving the kingdom?
Still, even he felt displeased after seeing the servant's behavior. Priests in the Green Heaven Kingdom were treated with respect because they were supposed to represent virtue, faith, and order.
Yet this servant had nearly killed innocent people, and the priest had remained silent.
Yama was even more displeased.
Not because of mortal laws.
But because this priest was tarnishing the reputation of the Supreme Being.
Most priests who devoted themselves to the Supreme Being were at least disciplined and restrained. But this one had allowed such open cruelty.
In Yama's mind, a curse rose immediately.
Your mother.
Only I, the Lord of Hell, have the right to tarnish my father's name.
He would never say such a thing out loud, of course. If he did, everyone around him would simply assume he was insane.
The servant glared at him.
"Brat, do you know who you are offending right now? Do you want to die?"
Yama looked back without the slightest fear.
"I'll offend whoever I want. What are you going to do about it?"
He gave the servant no face at all.
When had Yama ever bowed to anyone?
Even gods had to wait for judgment when they stood before him.
How could some insignificant servant dare threaten him?
The servant's face twisted with rage.
"You brat, you asked for this!"
He raised his hand, ready to attack.
Then a voice came from inside the wagon.
"Li Feng, what is all this noise outside?"
The servant immediately turned and bowed.
"Priest, this arrogant child was unhappy with how I drove the wagon. He even dared to speak badly of you. I was just about to teach him a lesson."
A moment later, the priest stepped out.
He wore a long white robe, with a radiant sun symbol embroidered across the back.
His face was stern, his bearing dignified.
He looked at Yama for several seconds.
Then he turned toward his servant.
PA!PA!PAAA!
The servant was slapped ruthlessly across the face again and again.
The entire street was stunned.
The spectators were left speechless.
Yama himself blinked in surprise.
He had expected the priest to protect his servant, or perhaps even punish him instead.
If that had happened, he had already decided he would show the priest a glimpse of his demonic nature and let him live in fear for the rest of his life.
Yet instead, the priest had chosen to beat his own servant.
Even Yama was momentarily at a loss.
Ye Ming, on the other hand, felt a wave of relief wash through him.
He had been prepared to fight if necessary, even if it cost him his life.
Seeing the priest discipline his own man had lifted an enormous burden from his shoulders.
The priest stepped forward and bowed slightly.
"I apologize, young man, for the trouble caused by my servant. I will make sure he is properly punished."
Yama stared at him.
He could clearly feel it.
Fear.
The priest was afraid of him.
That was what confused him most.
He had done nothing to reveal who he really was.
So why was this man trembling inside?
The priest quickly turned to Li Feng.
"Move the wagon. And make sure you watch where you're going. If anything like this happens again, I won't care what becomes of you."
The servant lowered his head in fear and obeyed immediately.
The crowd burst into whispers once more.
"What kind of background does that kid have?"
"To make a priest personally punish his own servant…"
"That servant has always been arrogant because of the priest."
"He deserved it."
"This child must have a terrifying background."
Ye Ming almost wanted to laugh from disbelief.
What terrifying background?
This boy ran from his own kingdom because people wanted him dead.
Of course, the crowd had no idea this was the so-called trash of the Ye Clan. If they knew, their expressions would probably be worth watching.
Still, Ye Ming was just as confused as everyone else.
Why had the priest been so afraid?
Yama ignored the whispers.
He signaled Ye Ming to move on.
Remaining here any longer was pointless.
He needed to stay hidden, find Ye Xiang's friend, and begin cultivating the Lord's Thunder Technique as soon as possible.
A few kilometers away, the wagon continued down the road.
Li Feng's face was now covered in bruises, swollen from the priest's slaps.
Inside, he was full of grievance.
He had always acted arrogantly because the priest usually protected him.
No matter what trouble he caused, the priest had always ignored it or cleaned it up later.
But today, he had been humiliated in public because of a single boy.
"Li Feng," the priest said coldly, "you had better correct your attitude from now on."
Li Feng nearly wanted to cry.
Still, he forced himself to ask,
"Priest… if you don't mind, can I ask what background that kid has?"
He turned around, hoping for an answer.
The moment he saw the priest's face, his own expression froze.
The priest was drenched in cold sweat.
His face was pale, and his eyes still carried the remnants of deep fear.
Li Feng panicked at once.
"Priest! Priest, are you alright?"
He rushed over and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him lightly.
The priest slowly came back to himself and stared at Li Feng.
"Listen carefully," he said in a low voice. "Do not ever think of taking revenge on that child. If you die because of him, I will do nothing to save you."
Li Feng swallowed hard.
"Priest… what kind of background does he have? I've never seen you like this before."
The priest shook his head.
"I don't know his background."
"But stay as far away from him as possible."
"And straighten your behavior from now on."
Li Feng was dumbfounded.
If the priest did not even know the boy's background, then why was he this frightened?
It made no sense.
The priest, however, knew exactly why.
Priests possessed limited powers of divination.
When he had looked at Yama earlier, he had instinctively attempted to divine his fate.
What he saw had nearly shattered his mind.
He had seen glimpses.
Fragments.
A pair of enormous gates with one word written across them:
HELL
Each time he tried to enter, he was thrown back.
Then the visions changed.
Mountains of corpses.
Endless blood.
And standing above all of them was a single figure.
A being with wings that were half black and half white.
The black was spreading.
Slowly devouring the white.
Its eyes were dark red, with pupils so deep and black that they seemed capable of swallowing souls.
The winged figure stood facing someone else.
At first, the priest had only seen the outline.
But when the image sharpened, his heart nearly stopped.
The person standing opposite that terrifying being was none other than the Supreme Being himself.
And the Supreme Being was wounded.
Severely wounded.
Anyone who saw that scene would understand at once.
A battle had taken place.
And when the priest looked more carefully at the winged figure, he felt his soul go cold.
That face…
It resembled the boy.
The same child who had spoken so casually in the street.
The priest closed his eyes, forcing the visions away.
His voice shook slightly as he muttered to himself,
"This child's arrival… may be the end of the Green Heaven Kingdom."