When Karl looked up, he found that Ye Qiu had appeared above his head at some unknown moment, and the magic whip had already been smashed towards him.
He was about to fight back when suddenly he found that his whole body seemed to be tied up with iron ropes and he could not move.
what happened?
Karl's expression changed drastically. In desperation, he couldn't care less about his face and hurriedly shouted to Paul for help: "Help me!"
Paul hit Ye Qiu with a palm from the air, trying to prevent Ye Qiu from killing Karl.
When Ye Qiu took action against Karl, he had been prepared for Paul to sneak attack on him, so as soon as Paul made a move, Ye Qiu responded.
"boom!"
The Qiankun Ding fell in the air, blocking Paul's palm. Taking this opportunity, the magic whip fell on Karl's head.
"Crack!"
Carl's skull was shattered and he died on the spot.
"Karl——"
Paul slapped the Qiankun Ding away, and when he looked again, Karl was already dead.
"Damn it, I'm calling you arrogant!"
Before Ye Qiu's anger disappeared, he whipped Karl again.
"boom!"
Carl's body exploded, his flesh and blood scattered everywhere.
When Paul saw this scene, his eyes were filled with tears.
He never expected that a mid-level master would end up like this.
Moreover, Ye Qiu destroyed Karl's body in front of him, which was tantamount to a slap in his face.
"you wanna die!"
Paul roared so loudly that it shook the earth, and the tall city walls seemed to tremble under the roar.
Immediately afterwards, he reached out with one hand like a millstone, and struck Ye Qiu with great force.
"Snapped!"
Ye Qiu whipped him out, and Paul began to follow in Karl's footsteps, flying around.
"You are no match for me. Call out all your accomplices. I want to try to suppress the masters of the Nine Kingdoms." Ye Qiu said indifferently.
Sure enough, he wanted to suppress the masters of the Nine Kingdoms.
The prophet was shocked and surprised.
At this time, Ye Qiu, in her eyes, was like a majestic mountain, filling her with a sense of security.
"Ahem..."
Karl got up from the ground, coughing up blood, and looked at Ye Qiu gloomily: "Have you been hiding your cultivation?"
Ye Qiu smiled but didn't answer.
He was not a fool, so naturally he would not tell Paul that in fact, the real threat to them was the magic whip.
Paul said coldly: "I underestimate you, but even if you hide your cultivation, you will not be able to leave here alive today."
"You should never, never should have killed Carl."
"Our nine countries have already formed an alliance. No matter who encounters an enemy, the other eight countries will be duty-bound to help..."
Before Paul could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ye Qiu.
"You talk a lot of nonsense."
"To be honest, I didn't want to conflict with you, because you guys are going too far to bully others."
"You'd better call out the other masters. That way, maybe you can live a little longer."
"Otherwise, you will have to see Karl soon."
Ye Qiu had a cold murderous intent on his lips, holding the magic whip in hand, and approached Paul step by step.
"Ye Qiu, this is the Vatican, and you are not allowed to be arrogant."
"Even if you hide your cultivation, I'm not afraid of you."
"Today I will let you see how powerful I am."
Paul raised his hands, and a burst of rich black light appeared on his two fists.
"kill!"
Paul shouted loudly and raised a pair of black fists, causing the sky to fall and the earth to collapse.
Taking action is a sure-fire move.
Paul's fists didn't have any fancy movements, they were brave and thick, full of huge power.
Ye Qiu looked indifferent, ignored Paul's fist, raised the whip and whipped it out.
"Snapped!"
Paul's left hand turned into blood mist.
"Snapped!"
Paul's right hand suffered broken bones.
"Snapped!"
The magic whip fell for the third time, and half of Paul's body was almost beaten to death.
Ye Qiu struck three times in a row, causing Paul to suffer heavy injuries.
"boom!"
Ye Qiu suddenly changed his tactics, rushed out like lightning, and punched Paul in the heart.
boom!
A bloody hole was made in Paul's heart, and his body flew dozens of meters away before falling heavily to the ground.
"What exactly is going on?"
Paul quickly got up from the ground, his face was ashen, and his eyes looking at Ye Qiu were full of fear.
"Why do my attacks fail in front of him?"
"Is it possible that he is also a king's master, and his cultivation level is still higher than mine?"
"I can't fight him anymore, otherwise I will die here like Karl."
Paul had a desire to retreat and quickly backed up, wanting to escape from here.
"Why, even the master king wants to run for his life?"
Ye Qiu sneered and disappeared out of thin air. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Paul.
Paul was shocked. Ye Qiu suddenly appeared in front of him, which made his hair stand on end.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
Ye Qiu struck Paul with two whips, and Paul flew backwards like a paper man.
The prophet's face was filled with horror.
In her perception, until now, Ye Qiu only had the aura of a master, but why could he beat a master like a king?
It's incredible.
"kill!"
Paul was seriously injured and his fighting strength was greatly reduced. With all his strength, Paul punched Ye Qiu hundreds of times.
The sky is filled with fist marks.
This is a very terrible scene.
Ye Qiu still turned a blind eye and waved the magic whip.
"Snapped!"
The whip was pulled out, and the fist marks all over the sky disappeared. Paul was overturned, countless bones in his body were broken, and he was vomiting blood from his mouth.
"I told you, you are no match for me."
"Call your accomplices quickly."
"Otherwise, you will die soon."
Ye Qiu slowly approached Paul, like a god who controlled the lives of the world, sacred and inviolable.
At this time, Paul felt extremely regretful.
If he had known this was the case, he would have teamed up with Karl to kill Ye Qiu no matter what he said earlier.
Well now, Karl is dead, and he is also shrouded in the shadow of death.
"Karl, you idiot, you insisted on fighting alone and got me killed."
Paul cursed in his heart, stood up from the ground, showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and said: "Mr. Ye, please show mercy."
"I'm no match for you. There's no point in continuing the fight."
"I agree to the three conditions you mentioned before. You can take the prophet away. Remember to give me the scriptures when you reach the border."
Ye Qiu looked at Paul and grinned: "Isn't it too late to talk about this now?"
"Mr. Ye, what do you mean?" Paul had a bad feeling in his heart.
"I said, I will suppress you."
boom!
Ye Qiu took action decisively.
The whip was swung continuously, and in just the blink of an eye, a mid-level king master was beaten to death by Ye Qiushengsheng.
Then, he grabbed Paul's body, jumped up, and appeared above the gate wall of the Papal Palace.
boom!
Ye Qiu kicked Paul's body away and shouted loudly: "Where are the masters of the Nine Kingdoms? Get out and die!"
