Chapter 1164: The Caliphs Fury! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Boom! The Arab noble had barely spoken when a golden boot suddenly stomped down. As everyone watched with reverential gazes, Mutasim III stood up from his throne. At that moment, the entire world seemed to shake and sway, the grandiose city of Baghdad unable to bear the weight of this power.
”We will not be threatened by anyone! Even if all the cities of the east are destroyed and their people slaughtered, We will never accept such extortion from an eastern madman! Let him come to take the one billion taels of gold himself! Even if We must pay the price of half the city, We still wish to personally tear his corpse to pieces!”
Mutasim III could no longer restrain his rage, and his eyes were like lightning bolts, shining with intimidating light. In the face of the enraged Caliph, everyone fell silent, none of them daring to say a word.
In the Arabian Empire, the Caliph's words were absolute. Once he made a decision, no one dared to try to stop him or defy him.
Just when the temperature had reached freezing point, a hoarse and mysterious voice came from outside, echoing within the hall. ”If I were Your Majesty, I would send those one billion taels of gold!”
The sound of this voice caused everyone to shudder. No one had expected that someone would speak up at this moment, daring to provoke the Caliph's wrath.
But a moment later, just when everyone was shocked at the daring of this mysterious individual, there was a flash of light, and then a long shadow was cast into the hall.
At some point, a tall and black-robed figure had appeared at the entrance to the hall. His pitch-black and wide robe was embroidered with mysterious characters made of golden thread.
”High, High Priest!!”
An Arab noble trembled at the sight of this figure, his eyes going wide. No one had expected that the mysterious person who had dared to oppose the Caliph was that most enigmatic individual of the Arabian Empire, the wielder of divine authority, the High Priest.
This was undoubtedly the most unexpected guest the Imperial Palace had received.
This was a legendary existence who had lived in the empire for several hundred years. Although almost no one had truly met the High Priest, everyone recognized his unique Sun God Robes, as well as the gnarled black staff of the Temple.
One of the High Priest's thin hands had reached out of its sleeve like a bird's claw to grip the staff, and churning black mist was endlessly flowing out of the sleeve.
His hood was pulled down, completely obscuring his face. He was simply standing at the entrance, motionless, and yet none of the governors, generals, or nobles in the hall could perceive his cultivation level.
Although he had truly and physically appeared before them, all of them could only sense that black and gnarled staff. Besides that, there seemed to be nothing else there.
Buzz!
The High Priest's robes moved as he crossed the threshold and entered.
”High Priest, when did you get here!”
To everyone's surprise, the furious and frenzied Mutasim III seemed to deflate like a punctured balloon, all the rage draining out of him. Not only had he ceased to be angry, he even looked pleasantly surprised. Bangbangbang! He excitedly rushed off the dais to personally welcome his guest.
Everyone in Arabia knew the Caliph's attitude toward the High Priest. But only at this moment did they realize how highly he regarded him!
”Talas was a defeat, Qutaybah was killed, and the Tang from the east have taken Khorasan and now threaten Baghdad. How could I not come after such major events?” the High Priest indifferently said as he slowly walked forward. As he walked, the air rippled out from him like bright waves of water, emerging with each step he took.
Not only that, as the High Priest walked, even his body became fainter, becoming itself like a faint wave of water. It was like the person passing by was not a real person, but simply a faint ripple.
Swoosh!
In a flash, everyone retreated to the sides. Even the governors couldn't help but lower their heads and yield the path.
The governors were of varying cultivation levels, but all of them were extremely capable. Yet they couldn't even sense the High Priest's breathing. All they could sense was a thick darkness that could devour all, instilling fear and dread in them.