Paul's body was kicked away by Ye Qiu, killing five or six militants on the spot, and finally fell to the ground, a bloody mess.
Suddenly, the 20,000 to 30,000 armed men at the gate of the Holy See Palace were so frightened that they all raised their weapons and aimed at Ye Qiu, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Where are the masters of the Nine Kingdoms? Come out and die!"
Ye Qiu shouted again.
However, I didn't see a single king-level master, not even the king-level masters who guarded several gates before.
Ye Qiu sensed it, but did not find the aura of the master king.
There is only one explanation, those kings and masters are not here.
Otherwise, when Ye Qiu killed Paul and Karl, those masters should have appeared.
Where have those people gone?
For a moment, Ye Qiu had a bad premonition in his heart.
"Where are the masters of the Nine Kingdoms?"
Ye Qiu shouted again, but no one at the scene responded to his words.
At that moment, he stretched out his right palm and grabbed it from the air.
In an instant, an armed man felt as if someone had grabbed his hair and lifted him up. His body involuntarily rose into the air and appeared in front of Ye Qiu.
"Click!"
Ye Qiu grabbed the militant's throat.
"Where have those masters gone?" Ye Qiu asked.
"Gulu gulu..." The militant spoke a language that Ye Qiu couldn't understand, and was trembling all over.
"What bird language are you talking about? Do you speak Chinese?" Ye Qiu asked.
"Gulu gulu..." the militant continued.
At this time, the prophet appeared behind Ye Qiu and explained: "He said that those masters have gone after the Vatican disciples. Ye Qiu, what should we do now?"
"What else can we do? Of course it's a tooth for a tooth." Ye Qiu used force on his hands.
puff!
The militant's throat was shattered on the spot and he died violently. His body was thrown off the city wall by Ye Qiu.
"Prophet, tell them to notify those masters to come back immediately, otherwise, they will all die," Ye Qiu said.
The prophet immediately said a few words to the armed men below the city wall. There was a commotion in the crowd. After a while, a small team quickly left to inform the experts.
Ye Qiu was a little surprised. These people didn't know how to make a phone call?
That's okay, give yourself time.
Later, Ye Qiu sat cross-legged on the city wall, took out the Ten Thousand Years Snow Lotus from the Qiankun Bag, and ate the Ten Thousand Years Snow Lotus in one go.
A few minutes passed.
Ye Qiu absorbed all the power of the medicine and then stood up.
Whoosh——
Ye Qiu jumped off the city wall and rushed directly into the group of armed men.
When the militants saw Ye Qiu rushing towards them, they were ready to open fire, but at this moment——
"Boom!"
The sound of thunder was deafening.
Suddenly, a thick purple thunderbolt fell from the sky, hundreds of meters long, and struck down without warning.
The militants were caught off guard, and hundreds of them were killed by thunder on the spot.
"Heavenly disaster!"
The prophet's face changed slightly. She did not expect that Ye Qiu would choose to escape the tribulation at this time.
Immediately afterwards, lightning struck down one after another.
At that moment, there was a chorus of screams.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of people were killed by the disaster.
The remaining militants couldn't care less about Ye Qiu at this time. They fled in all directions, trying to escape from here.
Ye Qiu was well prepared and immediately unleashed his killing technique.
"call out!"
"call out!"
"call out!"
Thousands of sword intents struck out like dense raindrops, and then fell a pile of corpses.
The catastrophe became more and more violent, completely covering this area, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains, and it was extremely terrifying.
Wherever the thunder passed, blood and broken bones continued to fly.
In just a few minutes, all 20,000 to 30,000 militants were dead, and their deaths were extremely miserable. Some were chopped into pieces, some were chopped until only blackened limbs were left, and some were only left with broken limbs.
A head...
In short, several complete bodies could not be found at the scene.
Rivers of blood flowed.
Very tragic.
The prophet felt cold all over. Ye Qiu's retaliation was too cruel.
A quarter of an hour passed.
The catastrophe disappeared.
Everything returned to calm.
Ye Qiu's body was shrouded in a layer of bright golden light. The injuries he suffered during the catastrophe healed instantly. His skin was as crystal clear as jade. He felt that his energy and spirit had risen to a very terrifying level.
At this moment, he seemed to have endless strength in his body, and he could destroy the world with one punch.
"Buzz!"
Ye Qiu released a powerful aura, and countless dragon auras emerged from behind.
Each dragon aura is about ten feet long, and the golden light is bright, like real dragons flying around Ye Qiu, making him look like a god who rules the world.
"One, two, three..."
"Seventy-two dragon auras!"
"Middle stage of the king's realm!"
The prophet's heart was shaking wildly, and he stared at Ye Qiu with a pair of beautiful eyes, filled with brilliance.
She never expected that Ye Qiu would break through from the Venerable level to the middle stage of the King level in one step.
"No wonder he dares to challenge the masters of the Nine Kingdoms. With his ability to kill enemies at a higher level, there is no need to be afraid even if he encounters masters who are kings at the top."
"Ye Qiu's talent is too terrifying."
"It took others hundreds of years to cultivate to this level, but he, after becoming an immortal cultivator for only a few months, broke through to the level of king. He is truly a god-like man."
After a while.
Ye Qiu put away his dragon energy, he was very satisfied with this breakthrough.
"The Ten Thousand Years Snow Lotus is really a good thing. I thought I could only break through to the first stage of the king this time, but I didn't expect that I would reach the middle stage in one step. It was such an unexpected surprise."
"In addition, I have the magic whip in my hand. Not to mention facing the masters of the nine countries, even if I face the masters of the world, I am not afraid."
"Masters from the Nine Kingdoms, huh, you just wait to die!"
Ye Qiu put away his momentum, turned around and walked to the prophet, smiling and saying, "Are you still satisfied?"
The prophet understood that Ye Qiu was asking about killing those militants, and she was satisfied.
"Ye Qiu, thank you, it's just..."
Before the prophet could finish speaking, Ye Qiu said: "It's just that the method is a little too cruel, isn't it?"
The prophet is silent.
Ye Qiu said: "If you cut the grass without uprooting it, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows."
"If we don't kill them today, they will cause chaos sooner or later."
"To be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself."
"Prophet, I know you are kind-hearted, but there is no need to pity them. You have forgotten that those masters are hunting down your Holy See disciples. Their purpose is to kill you Holy See disciples."
The prophet nodded slightly, then smiled and said: "Ye Qiu, congratulations on becoming a master king."
Ye Qiu smiled and said: "I'm just a little lucky. It will only be a matter of time before you recover from your injury and resume your cultivation."
"I don't know when those guys will come back. I'm looking forward to playing against them now..."
Having said this, Ye Qiu suddenly looked into the distance and said, "They are back!
