These guys who call themselves aristocrats are actually a bunch of pitiful people.
I always feel that my blood is naturally noble, but I don’t know that it is just a self-delusion.
"How dare you! How dare you insult Miss Yasha? I'll use your head as a ball for her to kick!"
The burly man roared, and his suit burst open, revealing his extremely strong muscles, which looked like they were cast in steel and were extremely terrifying.
He swung his fist, and the wind from his fist made a loud noise in the air, like an explosion, deafening.
If you get hit by this punch, you will be seriously injured if not killed!
"Hmph! With Paul taking action, he's dead!" Yasha sneered.
Anyone who dares to disobey the noble self must be living too long!
Qin Yu stood there with a calm expression.
As Paul's attack came, he slowly raised a finger.
"Is this kid crazy? Facing Paul's attack, he actually raised a finger? Is he trying to surrender?"
"I think he wants to get down on his knees and beg for mercy. Is this a compliment to Paul?"
The other Saint Laurent family priests burst into laughter, thinking that Qin Yu was crazy or scared out of his wits.
Although Paul is the weakest among them, he is also one of the best masters in Europe.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound was heard, and a scene that made them completely dumbfounded appeared.
Qin Yu easily blocked Paul's fist with just one finger.
"That's it? A worshipper? He's just a waste." Qin Yu sneered.
Then, he shook his fingers, and a vast amount of spiritual energy poured into them, and he directly counterattacked.
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