Xiao Qiang's dazed trance seemed to William as nothing more than the embodiment of someone petrified by divine power, unable to move.
"Mr. Xiao Qiang, only now, in the face of our Lord's majesty, do you understand fear, but it's already too late. Because you have no reverence for our Lord, your fear only arises from the presence of mighty power. You haven't truly awakened. However, if you can lay down your butcher's knife in time and believe in the divine, then I can still forgive you, letting you experience the dignity of the self and the limitless grace of God." William's voice rang out again, now even more imperious than before; had it not been for the impending battle with Xiao Qiang, he'd probably be prostrating on the ground already, welcoming the arrival of God.
