"Now is the critical moment. When Chen Feiyu fights with the powerful men and the spirit gathering array comes into play, we must ensure that Chen Feiyu and others will not discover it, otherwise it will cause trouble."
Zhang Liangjun's uncle, Zhang Caiying, had a trace of worry on his face.
Zhang Yiming said confidently: "Brother, don't worry, the Zhang family has been studying the Spirit Gathering Formation for thousands of years, and there will never be such a flaw."
"In this way, everything is ready. All we need is the east wind. Let's drink a toast and celebrate in advance that our ancestor has broken through the seal and led the Zhang family back to the top of the world to create greater glory!"
At Zhang Caiying's suggestion, Zhang Liangjun and his son raised their glasses and drank in one gulp, their hearts filled with excitement.
At the same moment, a man and a woman were standing on the roof of Wangjiang Tower.
It is Isabel and the Maharaja of the dark world of the West.
The Maharaja withdrew his sharp eyes from the many strong men by the river and sighed: "I have long heard that the Hua Xia Dynasty has a vast land, rich resources, and many talents, which are comparable to those of the strong men in the Western world. When I saw it today, there were so many of them.
The strong ones are a bit more powerful than those in the Western world, and they truly live up to their reputation."
Isabel nodded and said with a smile: "The number of people in China is already larger than that of the entire Western world. It is normal for there to be more martial arts experts than the Western world, but..."
"But what?"
"However, no matter how many powerful Chinese martial arts experts there are, they all combined cannot compare to one Chen Feiyu."
When Isabel mentioned Chen Feiyu's name, the corner of her mouth curled up with a smile. She subconsciously looked around, but Chen Feiyu was still nowhere to be seen. She felt a little strange in her heart.
The king smiled and said: "You have so much confidence in Chen Feiyu, but there are so many strong men here, and they join forces to fight Chen Feiyu. If nothing happens, Chen Feiyu will be dead."
Isabel shook her head and said firmly: "Chen Feiyu will not die. On the contrary, in my opinion, Chen Feiyu will definitely win."
"Ha, I didn't expect that Isabel, who is famous in the dark world, would have such a blind day. Chen Feiyu is dead this time, and there will be no accidents."
Suddenly, a majestic voice came from behind the two of them.
An old man holding a golden scepter and wearing white bishop's clothing appeared out of thin air.
It is the Pope of the Holy See whose strength has reached the late innate stage after his spiritual energy was revived.
"It turns out to be the Pope. Now the battle between you and Chen Feiyu is about to begin. If you don't take good care of yourself and prepare for the battle, why are you here to provoke the two of us?"
The Maharaja turned his head and glanced at the Pope, his heart full of wariness.
There is no way around it. The Dark World and the Holy See have been sworn enemies for thousands of years. They have been in a life-and-death relationship for a long time. Each side wants the other to die without a burial place.
The Pope said calmly: "Your Majesty came all the way to China, and he must have fought against Chen Feiyu, right?"
Before the monarch could speak, Isabel had already said: "Dark World and Chen Feiyu are friends, not enemies, so they will not attack Chen Feiyu."
The prince frowned slightly, but did not deny it.
The pope frowned slightly, and then returned to normal: "Chen Feiyu is young, but his strength is already higher than everyone else. Fortunately, God has mercy on the world and revives its spiritual energy. The strength of the world skyrocketed, and victory was achieved.
The possibility of Chen Feiyu.
If we don't take this opportunity to defeat Chen Feiyu in one fell swoop, with Chen Feiyu's qualifications, I'm afraid it won't be long before his strength is superior to everyone else again, and by then, I'm afraid there won't be such a good opportunity. Could it be
Is the Dark World willing to continue to submit to Chen Feiyu?"
At this time, the Great Lord spoke: "What kind of choices the Dark World makes, there is no need for the Pope to make irresponsible remarks. I think the teaching staff should concentrate on preparing for war first. It is just a waste of time to come to me."
The Pope said calmly: "It is precisely because I want to have a decisive battle with Chen Feiyu that I come to you, the king of the dark world."
The Maharaja frowned slightly, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he already knew the purpose of the Pope's visit: "The Pope of the Holy See, the spiritual leader of billions of people around the world, is actually afraid of one day."
"I'm not afraid of Chen Feiyu, but I'm worried that when I'm fighting with Chen Feiyu, your Majesty will suddenly make a surprise attack. There will be a mantis stalking the cicada and an oriole behind you, so I have to be on guard."
The Pope's expression was calm, but his eyes still showed vigilance when looking at the Maharaja and Isabel.
As a life-and-death rival, the Pope wanted to kill the prince and then be quick, but he also knew that the prince had shocking abilities, especially after being revived by spiritual energy, his strength was definitely not inferior to him.
If during the decisive battle between him and Chen Feiyu, the monarch suddenly launches a sneak attack, the consequences will be disastrous. Maybe all the members of the Holy See who came to China this time will be wiped out.
Moreover, without him in charge, the Holy See would be unable to withstand the offensive of the dark world in the West.
The monarch was noncommittal: "If the Pope is afraid, he may not take action against Chen Feiyu, but when the time comes, without your supreme combat power, I'm afraid your Knights of the Round Table and the Golden Knights will not be Chen Feiyu's opponent."
The Pope's face darkened, and he suddenly felt troubled.
Subconsciously, he looked at the many strong men on the riverside below, and felt a little reassured. With so many strong men dealing with Chen Feiyu together, Chen Feiyu would definitely die even if he didn't take action.
Immediately, he stood on the roof of Wangjiang Tower with all his strength, intending to restrain the monarch here and prevent him from secretly attacking the people of the Holy See.
The Maharaja snorted and did not say much else, letting the Pope stand behind him.
On the bank of the river, Mu Jiuming didn't see Chen Feiyu among the crowd, and looked contemptuous: "Chen Feiyu hasn't come yet. Could it be that he is afraid and doesn't dare to come?"
Mu Fengling sneered and said: "Chen Feiyu dared to challenge the world's strongest at the same time. I thought he was so powerful before, but it turned out he was also a person who ran away from battle. It's really ridiculous."
Many former people around him were also talking a lot, speculating that Chen Feiyu did not dare to come.
"Look, someone is flying over from the sky."
Suddenly, someone shouted.
Everyone looked up to the sky.
I saw a figure flying from the sky, handsome and elegant, like a legendary god.
Everyone had never seen someone flying in the sky. They all exclaimed and were stunned.
As the figure in the sky got closer and closer, everyone saw clearly that the person who came was actually Chen Feiyu, and they were all in an uproar. They only had one question in their minds: How on earth did Chen Feiyu fly?
Mu Fengling and Mu Jiuming, father and son, looked confused. They couldn't understand why Chen Feiyu could fly over.