Two Realms: I am a Genius Magician

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Han Qianfei walked slowly toward Su Mian, his expression calm.

Su Mian flicked her pinky finger: "Didn't you hear me?"

Han Qianfei walked steadily, each step landing on the floor with a crisp sound.

Su Mian took a half step back: "You, you, you dare to disrespect me? I'll skin you alive!"

Han Qianfei approached Su Mian, grabbed his neck with one hand, and gently tossed him away. Su Mian's body flew out and crashed into a pillar.

The saint suddenly looked up, watching with great interest what was happening below. This unexpected event seemed to have piqued her interest; it was much more interesting than slaves slapping each other.

"Cough cough... Guards, guards, seize him!"

Four divine messengers immediately rushed in from outside the door. They raised their scepters, and the crystal ball at the top of the scepters immediately lit up with white holy light.

Before the holy light could fully take shape, Han Qianfei had already arrived in front of them. His ghostly speed sent them flying backward before they could even react, and they all fainted at the doorway.

The two slaves had stopped fighting each other and were staring at Han Qianfei in disbelief.

This saint has gone mad; he actually dares to act wildly here.

The saintess sat up straight, her eyes gleaming with admiration: "So cool!"

Upon hearing the Holy Maiden's words, Su Mian seemed to be injected with adrenaline. She instantly stood up, ignoring the blood at the corner of her mouth, and ran towards Han Qianfei like a madwoman, raising her fist and shouting, "I'll fight you to the death!"

Han Qianfei gripped his fist with her left hand, rendering him unable to move.

Su Mian struck him with her other hand.

Han Qianfei exerted a little force with his left hand, twisting his right hand together.

With both hands restrained, Su Mian screamed like a madwoman, her hair disheveled and her eyes bloodshot.

Han Qianfei smiled confidently and stood tall.

The saintess stood up excitedly: "Great, great, so handsome! Su Mian, look how manly he is!"

Han Qianfei glanced at the Holy Maiden and sighed inwardly that she really had mental problems. She wasn't just swearing; she was genuinely sick.

Perhaps because he has been in a high position for many years and his demands can be met, and because he is confined to the church area for safety, he has developed mental problems.

I like different kinds of excitement.

Su Mian was so angry that she screamed and bit Han Qianfei's hand.

Unfortunately, Han Qianfei's hands are now harder than his teeth.

With one bite, Han Qianfei only had a tooth mark on his hand, but Su Mian lost two front teeth.

Han Qianfei felt nauseous and swung his right arm to slap the other person across the face.

That slap was deafening.

Su Mian was not in a conscious state at that time.

"Go!" Han Qianfei kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying.

Su Mian lay on the ground, her pink robe lifted up, revealing half of her snow-white buttocks, unconscious.

"Good, good, good." The saintess clapped her hands.

Han Qianfei turned to her and climbed the platform step by step.

The saint's face was flushed, and her eyes held no fear, only excitement, madness, and anticipation.

Han Qianfei came up to her, grabbed her hair, and dragged her off the seat.

Han Qianfei sat down on it with an air of nonchalance.

"Kneel down!"

The goddess felt humiliated instantly, a feeling she had never experienced before.

Han Qianfei didn't hold back and slapped her back, but he didn't dare to use too much force, worried about hurting her. This caused Luo Qianhe's time travel to fail.

The pain was intense, burning, stimulating the saint's nerves.

She slowly knelt down.

Han Qianfei sat high, her beauty flawless, dressed in a white veil, like a fairy, symbolizing a noble and pure saintess, kneeling before him.

Han Qianfei suddenly felt something was wrong, but couldn't quite put her finger on it; she just felt something was off.

The domineering and cruel saintess and the gentle and kind school beauty seemed to overlap at this moment, and she knelt in front of him.

Han Qianfei shook his head, dismissing the strange feeling, and snapped, "Give me your diary."

The saintess was clearly taken aback for a moment: "This won't do, let's try something else."

Han Qianfei roared, "Playing? You really think I'm playing with you?"

He rushed forward, grabbed the saintess by the hair, and slapped her repeatedly across the face.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts! Stop! I'm not playing anymore!"

"Are you looking to die? I'm going to kill you!"

"I'll get it for you, I'll get it for you right now."

Han Qianfei then stopped.

The saintess took out a diary from a box and handed it to Han Qianfei. Her expression turned cold. The diary might not contain any secrets, but it contained her inner world, which she did not allow others to see.

However, it doesn't matter if this person looks at her, because he will die soon. How dare he treat her like this? He'll have to wait to be punished.

The bishop will be back soon.

The bishop is a useless piece of trash; he didn't even realize how strong the other person was. Was he trying to kill her?

Han Qianfei took the diary and snapped, "Are you glaring at me?"

The saintess quickly lowered her eyes: "No, I didn't."

Han Qianfei sat there quietly browsing the saintess's diary.

"Tsk..."

"Tsk tsk..."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Han Qianfei watched while making sounds of surprise.

The saintess knelt to one side, seething with hatred.

"You yourself came from a working-class background, why are you so harsh on those at the bottom of society?"

The saint said, "I am not from the lowest class. The Holy Pope said that I possess the purest Holy Light and am destined to become his successor. I am different from them. They were born to please me, including you. What you have done today is defying God and will not end well."

Han Qianfei ignored her and continued reading. The diary recorded her mental journey after becoming a saintess.

She was once a naive little girl who was often bullied by the saints, but she was happy as long as she could eat her fill every day.

Han Qianfei sighed. It was a pity that the little girl was dead, killed by the environment. Now, kneeling before him was a ruthless demon.

He flipped to the most recent pages and saw himself.

"We just got a new follower today. He's very talkative and cheerful. I'll take him home and play with him. Maybe he'll have some fun. Su Mian will definitely target him. I wonder when he'll go crazy. Hahaha, it's funny to think about. A devout believer loses his faith and then goes insane. What an interesting process!"

"I dreamt of that hateful woman again. She almost killed me. I think her name is the Snow Queen. How dare someone call herself a queen in front of me? I will capture her in the future and reward her to Su Mian. Su Mian will definitely have a way to make her regret it."

Han Qianfei closed the diary, tossed it aside, opened the Extraordinary Panel, and found that there were still ten minutes left before his return, just in time.

He looked at the saint with pity, thinking: For you, in ten minutes, your deformed life will come to an end. If there is a next life, I hope you will never enter the Papacy again.

Suddenly, a blinding light shone in from outside the door. Han Qianfei squinted slightly and looked out into the light.

The bishop, dressed in a white robe and carrying a staff, walked in, glowing like a truck with its headlights on.

As the light faded, he saw the saint kneeling on the ground, her body radiating intense light, her mind clouded by anger and fear.

"How dare you! Heretic! How dare you!"

Su Mian, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, seemed to see a glimmer of hope, sat up, and looked radiant.

The saintess slumped down from her kneeling position, let out a long sigh of relief, and it was finally over.

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