fear!

If Zhou Xingdou could kill more than ten top experts with a snap of his fingers, the Pope would be terrified, but not scared out of her wits, because she knew that if she became a god, she could do the same.

But now, looking at the sky torn apart for miles and the spatial cracks stretching for hundreds of miles, her worldview was completely shattered.

Such terrifying power was created by a single strange pattern casually drawn by the young man before him. For a world where even a top-tier god-level being could only exert a force of a million jin and would be blocked by the soil, this was nothing short of a dimensional reduction attack.

Zhou Xingdou's lips curled into a smile. He gently embraced the Pope's slightly limp body, inhaled the fragrance emanating from her pale purple hair, and asked:

"how?"

When power reaches a certain level, it becomes an almost overwhelming attraction for women, not to mention that Stephen Chow's appearance is already unparalleled.

The female pope had already softened in her heart, but when Zhou Xingdou held her, her delicate body still trembled slightly. After all, the nightmarish memories made her somewhat uncomfortable with intimate contact with a man.

At this moment, she could barely support the scepter in her hands, but she didn't feign weakness; instead, she said with a hint of bitterness:

"Very strong... so strong that it inspires despair."

She was no naive or ignorant girl. Zhou Xingdou was clearly that powerful, yet he treated her with such patience. His intentions were obvious.

Only when Zhou Xingdou pulled her into his arms did she realize that Zhou Xingdou was not only incredibly strong, but his extreme masculine aura was also a natural enemy of women, making it impossible for them to refuse him.

There was no pope at this moment, only a young beast facing a ferocious dragon with its gaping maw.

The so-called papal authority was like a child's game in front of this evil dragon; she had no choice but to be devoured.

As Zhou Xingdou savored the soft jade in his arms and looked at the once high and mighty Pope, now in a weak and vulnerable state, it was impossible not to feel a sense of conquest.

He then playfully lifted the Pope's chin and asked in a magnetic voice:

"What do you think? My patience has its limits."

The Pope, his expression complex, said:

"I can submit to you, but you must help me unify the continent and help me quickly become a god!"

She is no ordinary woman after all. Even in this situation, she still knows what she needs and dares to negotiate with Zhou Xingdou.

Originally, only the ninth test remained in her divine examination, but the difficulty of this ninth test was too great, and she had no confidence at all.

As for becoming a God-King, or even a being more powerful than a God-King, this beautiful pope never even considered it.

Even though Zhou Xingdou had made a promise and demonstrated power beyond that of a god, having witnessed too much of human nature, she did not believe that such impossible power could be obtained simply by using her beauty.

Although she does not deny that her beauty is rare in the world, she knows very well that some things cannot be exchanged for beauty.

Zhou Xingdou didn't mind the conditions offered by the beautiful pope. After all, if it weren't for the pure and innocent sea goddess, this female pope would have been destined to unify the continent in the future.

Even without this beautiful pope, Zhou Xingdou would not have let the sea god go, so he naturally could not refuse.

As for becoming a god?

Looking at the beauty biting her red lips, her face full of complex emotions, Zhou Xingdou chuckled:

"God? What's the point of cultivating such inferior power? Become my woman, and I will teach you a more powerful cultivation system so that you can transcend this world."

Zhou Xingdou's outrageous words startled the beautiful pope slightly, but then she felt a pair of hot lips cover her cherry lips.

This left the beautiful pope momentarily blank, and the scepter she was holding fell to the ground with a thud, her ears burning red.

He tried to push Zhou Xingdou away, but found that the body was as immovable as a mountain. He realized that he could not escape this calamity, so he could only mumble incoherently:

"It's not safe outside..."

Zhou Xingdou naturally didn't reply, but instead unleashed a burst of spiritual energy within him, washing away all the filth in the area.

The torn giant trees and rotten mud, driven by spiritual power, spontaneously formed an earthen house around the two, completely obscuring their figures.

Deep in the forest, the hole pierced through the sky and the torn space attracted the attention of countless powerful figures, but no one knew who had wielded such power.

The beasts of this forest implicitly consider the area where Zhou Xingdou is located a forbidden zone, because the stench of blood from powerful individuals there is enough to prove the terror of this place...

Time flies, and before we knew it, the sun had set and the moon had risen. Without the disturbance of the Buddha Zhou Xingdou, the forest returned to its former tranquility.

Moonlight spilled across the desolate ground, and melodious songs echoed continuously, creating an eerie and peaceful scene.

If it weren't for the powerful soul energy emanating from the soil mixed with flesh and blood, it would be hard to guess that more than ten titled warriors had perished here.

Even more unimaginable is that the Pope, the most powerful figure on the Martial Soul Continent and the most esteemed person on the entire continent, was conquered by a young boy.

Zhou Xingdou carried the Pope out of the earthen house, a smile on his lips. In this world of martial spirits, the system is rarely triggered, and it only summarizes the results when the time comes for the return settlement.

But the Myriad Realms Beauty Record that he had just obtained today had just started buzzing, and that alluring voice rang in Zhou Xingdou's ears:

[Beep~ A stunning beauty has been found and rated 7 out of 10. Would you like to add her?]

Zhou Xingdou glanced at the beautiful Pope, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and frowned slightly.

Only seven points?

This is His Holiness the Pope of the Martial Soul World, the dream of countless men in my past life, yet he only achieved seven-tenths of it.

The Record of Myriad Realms' Beauties also hurriedly explained:

[Beep~ The evaluation isn't just based on looks, but also on talent, ability, and other factors. Seven points is already quite high.]

Zhou Xingdou was relieved upon hearing this. After all, the world in which this beautiful pope lived was too trashy. Even if she was stunningly beautiful, her strength and talent were only enough to dominate this world at most. Seven points was indeed not low.

"Include it."

Zhou Xingdou naturally couldn't let go of this beautiful pope, and he also wanted to see what kind of reward the Myriad Realms Beauty Record would give him, and was even more curious about how the Myriad Realms Beauty Record included such beauties.

Just as Zhou Xingdou finished speaking, the "Record of Beauties from All Realms" in his mind suddenly opened, and a pink beam of light shot out from the pages, shining through Zhou Xingdou's forehead and onto the unconscious Pope in his arms.

Under the illumination of the pink beam of light, His Holiness the Pope's body instantly became illusory, transforming into a phantom that passed through the beam of light and was instantly absorbed into the Myriad Realms of Beauties in his sea of ​​consciousness.

[Ding~ Successful recording. Reward for the owner: Strength increased by 10,000 jin!]

Zhou Xingdou also felt a faint, almost imperceptible warm current spreading through his body. His blood energy increased slightly in that instant, though not as much as it had increased with a single breath.

This made Stephen Chow's face darken:

That's it?