"You are the God of War of the Great Xia Dynasty, yet you are too insignificant."
A burly American man, standing at least three meters tall, with rough, green skin and a head the size of a small water tank, was shirtless, his well-developed muscles resembling cast iron.
The green giant roared to the sky and punched the Great Xia God of War.
The fierce winds broke through the solid ice on the sea below, and the icy seawater surged violently.
The two sides instantly engaged in fierce combat, fighting fiercely.
The green giant is ferocious and savage, with simple and brutal movements and extremely powerful destructive force.
Like a raging beast, it tore several tanks in the Great Xia camp to pieces, emitting bursts of ferocious roars.
That powerful body was impenetrable to bullets, which instead scattered brilliant sparks when they hit it.
"What kind of monster is this?!"
The God of War, Situ Zhantian, had a solemn gaze, and his attacks were equally fierce and ruthless. The iron-blooded domineering spirit of a soldier would never back down even half a step.
With one punch, he sent the green giant flying, like a giant sandbag, smashing a deep crater into the frozen seashore.
The green giant roared and strode off like the wind, leaving a long trail of deep footprints behind him.
The two clashed head-on in mid-air, causing the sea below to tremble and large cracks to spread across the surface of the ice.
at the same time.
Vatican City.
After killing the old scoundrel Yan Song, Ye Feng also killed his gang of lackeys one by one.
Not far away.
Yan Ruyu stood atop an ancient wall, her black trench coat fluttering in the wind, her tall figure and perfectly proportioned body accentuated by her stunning physique.
Even with a mask on, you can tell she's an absolute beauty.
Beneath her baseball cap, her beautiful eyes were shrouded in mist, hazy like the misty rain of Jiangnan, and a single hot tear rolled down her cheek.
Watching their enemy being killed.
A surge of vengeful pleasure welled up within her.
"Mom and Dad, that scoundrel Yan Song is dead."
"I only regret that my daughter couldn't kill him with her own hands."
Her original surname was Yan, and her given name was Yan Ruyu.
Ye Feng handed the scene over to his seventh senior sister Jiang Yinuo and the others, and strode into the depths of the church to find his fifth master.
He had too many questions.
Deep inside the church.
Master Wu sat cross-legged on a futon, holding a wine gourd in his hand, gazing melancholically at the scenery outside the window.
He seemed to have anticipated Ye Feng's arrival, pointing to an empty prayer mat in front of him.
At this moment, Master Wu reverted to his previous taciturn personality.
He often doesn't say a word all day.
Ye Feng nodded, sat on the futon, took out his phone, opened the video Yan Song had given him, and played it for the other person to see.
After a moment, he asked.
"Fifth Master, these knights who besieged my mother are all traitors to the Holy See. They have secretly defected to the Hell Organization. Do you know where they are now?"
These knights must know the mother's whereabouts...
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