The Exorcism Began in America.

Chu Feng's heart stirred, and an AA-12 shotgun and Demon Hunting Blade appeared in his hands.

BANG!

He raised his gun and turned the pitch-black figure that suddenly appeared in front of him into flying ash.

Chu Feng spun gracefully, swinging his blade lightning-fast behind him, chopping two mummies that had appeared out of nowhere in half.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The continuous roar of gunfire, accompanied by the occasional flash of a bright blade, filled the air before the church in Mar Town with flying ash.

Under the bizarre siege, Chu Feng fought while retreating, soon finding himself inside the church.

Looking at the bodies of the believers littering the ground, Chu Feng frowned deeply, then leaped forward, landing on the innermost altar.

He turned his head to see the unwavering bizarre pursuers and quickly swapped in a fresh drum magazine.

The bizarre creatures behind him were mostly not very powerful; more than half were just ordinary wandering spirits tainted with the aura of Hell, driven into a state of madness.

After slicing an attacking Evil Spirit to death, Chu Feng looked at the bizarre beings advancing on him again, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Do they really have no awareness at all? They don't even feel fear. Using a shotgun on these bizarre creatures is such a waste!

As Chu Feng mulled over the cost of ammunition, a deep voice suddenly echoed.

"What a bunch of useless trash!"

As if receiving some signal, all the weak bizarre creatures stopped their advance and began to vanish one by one from Chu Feng's sight.

Within the vast church, only three of the most powerful Evil Spirits remained.

"Hey! Don't go!"

Watching nearly all the bizarre creatures disappear, Chu Feng lamented, missing out on such a ripe opportunity...

Feeling extremely frustrated, Chu Feng could only focus his attention on the three remaining Evil Spirits.

"Come on! What are you hesitating for?" he taunted the Evil Spirits with a beckoning gesture.

Chu Feng hadn't expected them to underestimate him so much; for him, dealing with just three Evil Spirits was as easy as slicing vegetables.

And just as he expected, the three impatient Evil Spirits were cut down by his blade in a few breaths' time.

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP...

Just as Chu Feng withdrew his long blade, a round of applause abruptly broke out within the church.

"Truly worthy of being America's First Exorcist! Your strength is indeed not to be underestimated!"

At the church entrance, a handsome man dressed in a sleek, well-fitted black suit clapped his hands as he strolled in.

Through his gold-rimmed glasses, Chu Feng noticed a flash of strange red light in the man's pupils.

"Pleased to meet you! I am Steven, the mastermind behind the Gate of Breaking Boundary incident in Mar Town and a faithful follower of the Satan Cult. I bid you greetings!"

Watching the other party's meticulously proper greeting, Chu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"The Satan Cult? Another unheard-of cult!"

Chu Feng couldn't help but sigh internally. Truly, these are times of chaos; all kinds of unheard-of monsters and ghouls are crawling out from the darkest corners.

"Out with it! What do you, the man behind the curtain, want by showing yourself?"

"Mr. Chu Feng, you should consider leaving The Holy See and joining the embrace of our Satan Cult." The man chuckled lightly, his words taking Chu Feng by surprise.

What's going on? Could it be that the Holy Advent Society has no connection with this Satan Cult?

Seeing that the man seemed completely oblivious to what Chu Feng had been up to, Chu Feng couldn't help but speculate.

"Join the Satan Cult? What are the benefits? Let's hear them!"

The man before him seemed caught off guard by Chu Feng's blunt question, pausing for a moment.

"Er... Strength, wealth, beauties—you can have them all in an instant, whatever you wish. Even the eternal life humans yearn for is but a thought away for my god."

"Is that all?" Chu Feng sounded a bit surprised.

"Aren't these what all humans long for? Don't you like beauties?" The other's eyes flickered slightly.

Chu Feng's expression froze. "Beat it! I won't join the Satan Cult!"

"Mr. Chu Feng, you better think this through. You only have this one chance!"

Steven's tone held a faint threat, and a dangerous red light flickered in his pupils once again.

Perceiving the threat in the other's tone, a chill likewise flashed through Chu Feng's eyes.

BANG!

He yanked the trigger of the shotgun in his hand, sending countless pellets streaking towards Steven's face.

"Mr. Chu Feng, a sneak attack is not something a gentleman would do!"

Chu Feng frowned, staring intently at the muscle Demon that had suddenly appeared and blocked all the pellets.

As for Steven, who popped his head out from behind the Demon to make a mocking comment, Chu Feng chose to ignore him entirely.

Deep Blue... No, System, add points!

DING! All rewards have been used!

Total Attribute Points added: Strength 81 points, Physique 85 points, Spirit 80 points, Spiritual Power 100 points.

Lifespan: 80 years

Special reward: System Storage Space expanded eightfold.

The updated host panel is as follows:

Host: Chu Feng

Identity: Demon Hunter (First Rank)

Lifespan: 339

Strength: 195

Physique: 199

Spirit: 202

Spiritual Power: 283

Skills: Several

Items: Several

Suddenly gaining a massive boost to his physique, Chu Feng felt somewhat uncomfortable and twisted his body slightly.

Steven and the muscle Demon, watching Chu Feng's strange behavior, glanced at each other in confusion.

BANG!

After a blast, nothing but shattered ground remained where Chu Feng had been standing.

Almost like teleportation, his figure appeared directly in front of the muscle Demon.

Accompanied by Chu Feng's angry shout, the muscle Demon's figure was blasted backward out of the church as if it were a cannonball, all in a split second.

"How is this possible?"

Steven watched the scene before him, dumbfounded. He had never expected that Chu Feng, who was originally his prey, would suddenly reverse their roles.

"Aren't you going to run?" Chu Feng asked, looking somewhat puzzled at the Satan Cult follower before him. His bodyguard, the muscle Demon, had been sent flying by Chu Feng, yet the man showed no hint of fear.

"It's just a flesh-and-blood body. I have many!"

Upon hearing this, Steven's eyes flashed red again. He lightly adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and spoke in an indifferent tone.

Puppets? So that's it! Chu Feng nodded in realization, finally understanding why the man was so confident.

"Mr. Chu Feng, the potential I see in you has just risen another notch. I can give you another chance..."

Before the other could finish, Chu Feng waved his hand, interrupting him.

"My base is in America. Why would a European cult like yours be recruiting me? If it were those bastards from the Holy Advent Society..."

As he said this, Chu Feng suddenly paused, narrowing his eyes slightly as he stared into Steven's.

"Are you trying to get into America?"