Ye Feng felt that the people in front of him were hypocritical, disgusting, and utterly repulsive.

"You Chinese, how dare you insult His Holiness the Pope!"

"court death!"

Suddenly, two guardians rushed towards the night wind, one after the other.

They drew their holy swords from their waists and thrust them fiercely at the night wind.

The holy sword emitted a scorching halo, so intense it seemed to blind people.

Undeterred, Ye Feng stepped forward, and a dragon's roar swept over him.

"Dragon Palm!"

With a loud boom, nine dragon shadows flew into the void, then transformed into giant dragons, descending from the sky with terrifying pressure.

"you!!!"

The guardian stared in shock into Ye Feng's eyes as the enormous dragon shadow slammed heavily into him.

It felt like a towering mountain had come crashing down.

Their armor was blown apart, their bodies were covered in blood and gore, and they were in a terrible state.

One move!

This kid from China is definitely not as simple as I imagined.

"court death!"

With a "whoosh," Xiaofeng's longsword flew out. The two guardians sensed the killing intent approaching and immediately slashed out with their swords, trying to block Yefeng's attack.

With a crisp crack, the holy swords in their hands shattered into several pieces.

"What?"

"Tear!"

A spurt of blood gushed out, and the two heads fell to the ground with a thud. The horrifying scene caused the people around to flee in panic.

The Pope of the Nordic countries looked extremely grim. He hadn't expected that Ye Feng would give him such a rude awakening so quickly.

He easily killed his two men.

If I hadn't personally taken action, I doubt I would have been able to capture Ye Feng.

"How dare you disobey God's will!" the Pope declared in a majestic voice.