Thirty elders descended from the sky, all powerful War Emperors, their imposing presence making everyone's hearts tremble.
At this moment, an ordinary man stepped through the air, his robe fluttering.
"This man is the Pope of the Church, who hasn't appeared for over a decade, yet his face remains unchanged."
A powerful Martial Artist spoke, making everyone's hearts stir.
"What, he's the Pope? How can he look so young, barely thirty? How could he suppress Europe decades ago?"
"Haha, the Pope isn't just thirty, he's lived for a century, witnessing the changes of time, far beyond what you can imagine!"
"A century, isn't that a hundred years old? Yet he still looks so young, it's terrifying."
"A hundred years of cultivation, how strong could he be? Lord Ye is only in his twenties, how can he fight?"
The crowd exclaimed, and some ordinary people were even more shocked.
