The faces of more than thirty elders and members of the Holy See, who were thousands of meters away, suddenly changed wildly. In just one sentence, this man actually killed one of their elders.
This is an innate strong man!
However, thinking about the methods of this murderous god, not only thousands of people were killed, but the Holy Son, Protector and Grand Elder of the Holy See all died in his hands.
A mere innate elder is nothing.
Ye Qinghuan was in the air with a cold expression, as if he had crushed an ant to death, without any emotion.
Everyone in the Holy See was gnashing their teeth, but no one dared to stand up and accuse.
"Ye Shashen, please tell me what you want to do!"
An old man finally stood up.
His tone was much more respectful than that of the previous elder.
"Take over the Holy See, or destroy the Holy See!" Ye Qinghuan said calmly.
"What, you actually want to conquer our Holy See? This is simply a joke. Our Holy See has stood proudly on the land of Europe for hundreds of years, how could it be conquered by a yellow-skinned person like you!"
A middle-aged elder suddenly said angrily, yelling and swearing vigorously.
"Okay, very brave!"
Ye Qinghuan nodded and stretched out a hand slightly. In the void, a big hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the man.
"I don't believe how powerful you are!" The man slashed at Ye Qinghuan with his knife.
"Kacha!"
The palm of his hand instantly grabbed the man, squeezed it with huge force, and blood spurted out instantly. The man was bleeding from all his orifices and lost his life.
"Elder Tren!"
At this time, three disciples called out. They seemed to have a close relationship with Elder Tren. Their eyes were filled with anger, murderous intent boiling in their eyes, and they hated Ye Qinghuan.
"Ah"
Ye Qinghuan chuckled, waved his sleeves, and the strong wind swept out.
In an instant, these three disciples also bleed one after another. Their bodies were covered with scars, completely cut by ten thousand swords, and they died.
The faces of countless members of the Holy See changed wildly, and their hearts were shaking constantly. They were full of resentment and fear, but no one dared to move.
Even, he didn't dare to say anything or look at Ye Qinghuan.
"Ye Shashen, these three disciples just glanced at you, why are you so domineering and cold-blooded?" The blond old man shook his head slightly, his words a little bitter.
"In the future... you will gradually get used to it." Ye Qinghuan said happily.
The old man's face suddenly turned bitter.
Has the glorious Holy See in the past finally reached this point? When the Great Elder died tragically, this outcome was already destined.
"Ye Shashen, so what if our Holy See surrenders? You should know that our Holy See and the Pope exist. Now that the Pope is traveling around the world and is missing, the strength of our Holy See will decline."
The old man stared at Ye Qinghuan and said through gritted teeth.
"So, even if we surrender, you will definitely pay a heavy price when the Pope comes back."
"It's better than this. Let's just let it go and wipe out the grudges. When the Pope returns, he won't come to settle accounts with you."
Ye Qinghuan frowned slightly and said coldly: "You talk too much, just tell me whether to surrender or not to resist. A mere rubbish pope dares to threaten me. When he comes back, I will kill him with one sword."
"presumptuous!"
"You are so bold to insult the Pope. You devil, you will eventually be punished."
"It's too presumptuous. You dare to insult even the Pope. You are seeking death!"
"When the Pope returns, it will be the anniversary of your death!"
"..."
Waves of scoldings rang out. The Pope was the belief in the hearts of these disciples, and he was a god-like existence.
Even under the threat of Ye Qinghuan, they dared to threaten Ye Qinghuan.
"court death!"
Ye Qinghuan's eyes were cold, and with a wave of his hand, he shot out countless dark energy. The disciple who just made a sound was immediately penetrated by the dark energy, and fell to the ground with holes in it.
More than a dozen disciples were bleeding again, and their bodies were lying on the square. Under the sunlight, the blood was very dazzling.
overbearing!
Too domineering!
Many members of the Holy See and elders gritted their teeth, clenched their fists, lowered their heads, and their eyes were filled with anger.
Ye Qinghuan didn't care at all.
He really doesn't care at all whether these people are convinced or hate him.
It doesn't matter if you hate him, you can't show it.
Once you show it, you will die!
Even if you want to tear him into pieces, you still have to be extremely respectful and complete Ye Qinghuan's mission.
This is Ye Qinghuan's style, almost overbearing and domineering.
Under Ye Qinghuan's powerful strength, these people had no choice but to surrender. As for whether they would betray Ye Qinghuan if their strength exceeded Ye Qinghuan's, that was definitely the case.
However, Ye Qinghuan is confident that he will suppress these people for the rest of his life. He is the god of murder that spans the universe. A mere Holy See cannot stir up trouble.
"Ye Shashen, please stop, we, the Holy See, are willing to surrender!" The old man shook his head and said, his voice was hoarse, and it was obvious that he felt extremely uncomfortable inside.
They are the Holy See that is so superior, and now, they are being bullied like this.
"Good." Ye Qinghuan chuckled.
"kneel!"
The old man turned around and shouted, then turned around first and knelt down directly towards Ye Qinghuan.
"Elder!"
"No, elder!"
A group of disciples shouted one after another, their voices were shrill and shrill, and some even shed tears.
These were all men, warriors, and members of the Holy See, and they couldn't help crying. You can imagine how frustrated they were.
Extremely uncomfortable.
"Stop shouting and kneel down!"
The old man knelt on the ground and scolded sternly.
A group of elders and disciples were in tears, and their teeth were almost broken. They could only kneel down weakly and lower their heads deeply.
If someone could see the eyes of these disciples, they could see the hatred in their eyes.
Hidden in the heart.
Ye Qinghuan naturally knew, but he didn't care.
"I won't kneel. In this world, only the Pope is worthy of our kneeling!"
"Disciples of the Holy See, come with us to fight!"
"How come he, a third-level innate, can humiliate our Holy See like this? I would rather die than kill you!"
Three elders stood up, and dozens of disciples shouted and roared angrily.
"kill!"
The three innate elders and dozens of disciples passed through the crowd and immediately held weapons in their hands and attacked Ye Qinghuan.
The strong wind surged violently. The three innate elders and dozens of disciples took action with anger. The momentum was also extraordinary. The strong wind surged violently, and it suddenly killed Ye Qinghuan and swept over him.
"die!"
Ye Qinghuan's eyes turned cold, and he held out the Xuanyan Sword in his hand. The flames burned, and as soon as the Xuanyan Sword came out, a cold killing intent suddenly bloomed.
Kill! Several huge rays of sword light were quickly slashed out. The sword light, which was more than ten meters long, streaked across, easily cutting these people, causing blood to fly everywhere.