Everyone fell silent. Ye Qinghuan's cruelty and bloodiness exceeded their expectations.
Such a surrendered innate elder had given up resistance and begged, but Ye Qinghuan actually wanted to kill him.
He was originally a persecuted person!
"Master Ye, it's really..." Everyone couldn't believe it and felt a little weird in their hearts.
"Jie Jie, this is the real Ye Shashen. These secular people think of Ye Shashen too well."
"Hey, Ye Shashen's name is not something you call casually. Only those who have witnessed it with your own eyes will know how cruel and bloody Ye Shashen is."
"These little girls think that being handsome means they are good people, and that being cold means they are attractive. Ye Shashen is not just cold, he is the real God of Killing!"
Some warriors sneered, saying that they truly understood how cruel and violent Ye Shashen was.
Ye Qinghuan's eyes were cold, he didn't need to explain, the enemy must be eradicated.
Ye Qinghuan is used to it.
Ye Qinghuan grabbed it with his skill, and immediately, the frost sword that fell with the pope flew directly into Ye Qinghuan's hand.
"Yu Lianxiong, catch it!"
Ye Qinghuan casually threw the Frost Sword to Yu Lianxiong.
"yes."
Yu Lianxiong immediately caught it and felt the power of the sword. He drew it casually and felt a chill.
It is indeed a treasure!
Yu Lianxiong was immediately overjoyed, but did not say thank you. There was no need to say more about his relationship with Ye Qinghuan.
He could give his life for Ye Qinghuan at any time.
Everyone saw the Frost Sword in Yu Lianxiong's hand, but they expressed their sincere envy. This was a peerless treasure with amazing power. Ye Shashen actually gave it to his disciples like this.
Only a monster like Ye Shashen could be so generous.
These warriors were immediately envious.
"Is the battle over?"
Someone spoke up.
"Everything has come to an end. The Pope is dead. The Holy See has completely declined. There will no longer be a Holy See in the world."
"Failed, the Pope has been defeated, and is dead. It has become a foregone conclusion!"
"The strongest person under the starry sky, Qingcheng City Lord Ye Qinghuan!"
Everyone sighed, looking up at the black shadow in the sky, shocked.
Qingcheng, from now on, should be proud of the world, no one dares to provoke it.
"Carter, come out!" Ye Qinghuan shouted in the air.
At this time, a blond woman soared into the sky, flew in front of Ye Qinghuan, cupped her fists and said, "Senior Ye, what are your orders?"
"From now on, the power of Europe will be under your control. I hope you won't disappoint me." Ye Qinghuan said lightly.
"Carter swears that he will be loyal to Senior Ye to the death!" Carter swore firmly.
Ye Qinghuan sneered, he never believed in oaths, he only believed in his own strength.
"Walk!"
Ye Qinghuan took a step and flew directly in one direction.
Xiaoying and Yu Lianxiong immediately flew into the air to follow.
At this time, among the crowd, beautiful figures also flew out. They had silver wings, like angels.
This is Seven Kills, Qingcheng's assassination team, which everyone has seen at Ye Qinghuan's engagement ceremony.
"Where are they going? Are they going back to Qingcheng?"
"No, it's not in the direction of Qingcheng. It seems to be the Holy See. Ye Shashen wants to destroy the Holy See."
"What!"
Everyone was shocked. Could it be that Ye Shashen still refused to let go and wanted to kill all the Holy See? Suddenly, people in the mountains were shocked, and many people ran directly towards the Holy See.
Holy See.
Ye Qinghuan and others moved very quickly, reaching directly above the Holy See. Under his feet, on the square, there were already many eagerly awaiting members of the Holy See.
They are here, waiting for the Pope's triumph.
However, they will be disappointed.
"That's Ye Killing God, Ye Killing God is here!" Someone looked up and saw Ye Qinghuan.
Suddenly, the whole square was in commotion.
"What, Ye Shashen is here, how is it possible? Where is the Pope, where is our Lord Pope?"
"Ye Shashen is here, the Pope has been defeated, and our Holy See is finished!"
"It's over, it's completely over!"
Everyone almost collapsed on the ground. The moment Ye Qinghuan and others appeared, they were disappointed. This meant that the Pope had been defeated.
The one who came was Ye Qinghuan, and they were also finished.
They had already experienced Ye Qinghuan's cruelty once.
"Senior Ye, you are here."
At this time, an innate strong man flew up, it was Duolun who had been injured by the Pope before.
"Senior Ye, Elder Duolun stopped the Pope and was injured by the Pope." At this time, the fat elder from before flew over and said.
Ye Qinghuan looked at Duolun. The elder was a little decadent at the moment, as if he had been injured. He said directly: "It's like this, you go, I will spare your life."
Duolun's body trembled, he clasped his fists and said: "I have expected this scene a long time ago. You are really a monster. Even the invincible Pope, in my heart, I am afraid I am not your opponent."
"I didn't expect that my prediction came true. Senior Ye, can you let these innocent disciples go?"
"cannot!"
Ye Qinghuan said directly.
"Senior Ye, they are innocent!" Duolun said, cupping his fists.
"Give you three breaths to get out of the way, otherwise, you will die!" Ye Qinghuan said coldly.
Duolun's body trembled, he gritted his teeth, and finally got out of the way.
He couldn't stop Ye Qinghuan.
"kill!"
Ye Qinghuan ordered calmly.
The seventeen girls in the Seven Kills, led by Xiaoying and Yu Lianxiong, immediately fell down and started killing in an instant.
For such a small character, Ye Qinghuan no longer needed to take action. He stood in the air and watched the lives falling and the blood flowing.
The Holy See is not a small force. The total number of disciples here exceeds a thousand, but with Xiao Ying and Yu Lianxiong here, they have no power to fight back.
The killings unfolded crazily.
Blood dyed the square red, and Duolun's body trembled as he watched the disciples of the Holy See turn into corpses.
"Elder Duolun, help us, we are innocent, we don't want to die, we are willing to surrender!"
"Kill, kill these demons!"
These disciples shouted one after another, their voices were shrill and shrill, but they could not escape.
Doron closed his eyes in pain.
He regretted that he had not stopped the Pope. If he had known this, he would have stopped the Pope even if he had to sacrifice his life.
No one had arrived yet, but satellites from various countries were still monitoring Ye Qinghuan, and the killing was broadcast live simultaneously.
"This is the real Ye Killing God!"
Everyone in the live broadcast room was almost silent. He was a modern person and lived in a peaceful era. He had never seen such horrific killings.
Blood was spilled, staining the Holy See, and the shrill screams made people's hearts tremble, and it was difficult for everyone to accept.
Ten minutes later, some experts and wealthy kids from helicopters arrived, and his body suddenly trembled.
In front of me, there are corpses on the ground, with blood rolling...