The western holy light enveloped the campus, and the blond boy nailed the shadows of the students with crosses.
"Kneel down and kiss the Bible, and you will save yourself from the pain of your flesh."
Transfer student Lin Xuan cut his finger, and the blood beads drew a star map on the desk.
The ink rose into the sky and condensed into the phantom of Emperor Wenchang, and the judge's pen smashed the cross: "The little barbarian god, is he qualified to teach my Chinese children to kneel and worship?"
The envoy of the West was furious, and the angel army pressed on.
Lin Xuan climbed to the top of the Forbidden City, and the Big Dipper suddenly lit up.
"Emperor Ziwei, it's time to clear your human dojo."
