章 903: Fanning the Flames

Dik Dak.

Blood fell off the blade. It became more eye-catching after falling on the gray moset floor.

The crowd was stunned by the sudden scene and only came back to their senses after the blood touched the floor.

"How dare you…"

One of the Wealth Temple priest pointed at Kieran but before he could even finish, Kieran interrupted him.

"Why wouldn't I? He insulted my Atrina, so he must be prepared to pay with his life! Of course… thiat includes you all as well!"

Kieran glanced over the Wealth Temple priest and the ones behind him.

Each of them felt like they were struck by thunder whenever they caught Kieran's gaze.

[Dead-man's Gaze]!

[Fear Illusion]!

The faint golden brilliance of Lady Wealth were casted over the two Wealth Temple Priest, protecting them from the mental impact but the other common deacons weren't so lucky.

Puk! Puk! Puk!