"Anyway, Lord Ye is the most formidable!"
Fans are unreasonable; Ye Qingfeng is invincible.
The Pope nodded, staring directly at Ye Qingfeng: "Good, very good, a young man famous, renowned in the world, indeed you have enough pride, much like my own prestige from the past.
Back then, when I dominated Europe, I was just as proud as you..."
"What are you supposed to be? How dare you compare yourself to me."
Ye Qingfeng said directly.
"You, very well!"
The Pope finally got angry, unable to hold back any longer, "Let me show you my strength, crush you beneath my foot, only then will you acknowledge it!"
With a surge, his aura erupted, imposing power swept up, the power of a Fake War God was too terrifying, the Pope finally moved, a palm striking towards Ye Qingfeng.
Winds and clouds rolled, the Pope's strength was too formidable, a five-colored light burst from his body, akin to a true Divine, and this palm, carrying tempestuous waves, struck at Ye Qingfeng.
