The white-clothed priest finally began to twitch. In his eyes, this oriental man who was on the front line who was weaker than him was so ungrateful. He said that he was still like this, so there was no need to continue to be polite.
With the reputation of the Holy See in the West, no one will be able to curry favor with him. This person is not weak, but if Cleo is given to the Holy See in exchange for a chance to have a friend, anyone would have chosen this way. However, this person's attitude is like this, which finally made the white-clothed priests feel a little angry.
"Friends in the East, this is the West." The white-clothed priest piled up between his eyebrows with a threatening intention.
Upon hearing this, Mu Feng pretended to be surprised, "What do you mean by threatening me?"
The white-clothed priest slightly outlined a trace of the corner of his mouth, "If you think it is a threat, then it is a threat, Cleo, I must take it away."
"What if I don't agree?" Mu Feng's aura is not weak.
"You will regret it!" The white-clothed priest's tone became cold.
After two seconds of cold, Mu Feng laughed loudly, "What's wrong? If you don't discuss it, you plan to steal it clearly? The Holy See is really as others say, they are all people who deceive the world and steal the reputation."
Mu Feng's ridicule made the white-clothed priest look again, holding his breath, suppressing his anger, "Give you another chance."
"Go to you, go as far as you want." After cursing, Mu Feng turned around and walked towards Cleo, but just as he turned around, a wave of power came from behind.
Mu Feng grinned, easily avoided the coming fist, turned around and grabbed the white-clothed priest's hand, clenched his fist with the other hand, and thrust into his chest with a rumbling sound.
At the same time as the sound of the noise, the white-clothed priest flew backwards in an instant, fell to the ground and slid a scratch nearly thirty meters away. After stabilizing, he knelt on one knee, his chest churning blood churned, his mouth was sweet, and a mouthful of blood squirted out.
impossible!
how so.
The white-clothed priest's flushed cheeks were full of incredible expressions. He clearly sensed that this person's strength was below him, why was the power of this punch so great?
"Who are you?" The white-clothed priest wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, slowly got up, and his expression became solemn.
Mu Feng smiled, "I am your grandfather, good grandson. I dare to be so presumptuous when I see your grandfather. How did the Holy See the bullshit Pope teach you?"
"You...good, very good, you will pay the price for it." The white-clothed priest said gloomyly.
While speaking, the white-clothed priest did not hide anything anymore. The momentum on his body burst out loud, and his feet suddenly kicked the ground. A shadow flashed, and clusters of friction sounds came from the air. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to Mu Feng, and his big fist hit him with a strong force.
"I like fighting, come if I come."
Boom!
The two fists collided, and a force burst out instantly with the two of them as the center. The space around them fluctuated and rippled. At this moment, both of them stood there, with their fists pressing against each other.
However, this state lasted for only three seconds. Another force ejected, and suddenly hit the white-clothed priest's chest. The scene just happened again. However, this time the power was even greater than before. The white-clothed priest who ejected out hit two hundred meters away and crashed into two buildings before stopping.
Lyons was staying in the distance for a while. From the time he arrived here to monitor, he felt a breath comparable to the prince of the blood clan and the wolf emperor from Mu Feng. The strength of this white-clothed priest was even more unfathomable, but what was going on now? Logically speaking, the man in the East should be the one who was shocked to the point of being at a disadvantage. The whole situation was exactly the opposite.
Who is this person?
Confused, puzzled, and fearful, many moods occupied Lyons' heart at the same time.
Jill didn't have too many expressions on the surface, but he smiled bitterly in his heart. The last time he met this person in China, he saw him killing the Marquis Ryan with his own eyes. His strength seemed not so strong at that time. This time, he was much stronger. Now even a master who surpassed the prince was easily knocked away. What else could it be impossible?
"Oriental, who are you?" The white-clothed priest rushed in again, there were too many secrets in this young man.
Is he really for the money?
The white-clothed priest was not sure about this.
If you have such strength simply for money, you should not offend such a person, as it may cause great trouble to the Holy See. Organized forces may not be afraid of each other, but the ones you fear the most are such loners who are not clear about their identities and are powerful.
"Everyone said it, it's your grandfather, you're so stupid." Mu Feng was speechless and turned his head to look at Cleo beside him, "Okay, Brother Cleo, don't pretend, you go and catch those two people, I'll play with him slowly."
"Okay!" Cleo stood up, and he didn't have the decadent appearance just now. He was full of energy. He even glanced at the white-clothed priest before leaving.
At this time, if the white-clothed priest had not yet reacted, Mu Feng and Cleo were deliberately playing, he would have become a fool. But even at this moment, his face became very ugly.
"Bastard, you and Cleo are in the same gang."
Mu Feng smiled contemptuously, "Idiot."
"You..." The white-clothed priest looked even more ugly, but he was not stupid. This man acted with Cleo to deceive him, which explained a lot of problems.
First, this person had long known that he would sense the previous fluctuation of power and would come to him.
Second, this person's strength is definitely not something he feels, and he will definitely be stronger. From the beginning, he is fearless and digging a hole and waiting for him to drill, which is enough to show this.
Third, this person brought him here and spent a lot of effort to perform this play, which must have some purpose.
The white-clothed priest soon thought of this, and he no longer had the arrogance he had before left, but instead seemed more cautious.
The Cleo couple is already scared, and now there is another mysterious identity and powerful Oriental, so it is even more difficult to kill or capture Cleo.
"We can have a good chat, there is no need to call around, you say yes." Mu Feng lit it leisurely, tilted his head, and looked at the white-clothed priest with a smile.
"What do you mean?" The white-clothed priest would not believe what Mu Feng said would be a good thing.
"I said it, just talk, if you satisfy me, you can survive. If you dissatisfied me, you will die."
Hearing this, the white-clothed priest became even more nervous.
Although Mu Feng had no murderous aura and no power fluctuations, this calm and calm tone was even more lethal.
At this time, Cleo twisted a man and walked over and kept them on the ground.
Mu Feng glanced at Lyons, ignored it, then focused his eyes on Jill, his pupils shrank slightly, "It's you!"
"Yes... Yes... Yes... It's me." Jill stuttered. The last time Mu Feng let him go was because he didn't attack the two girls of Tongyan, but it's hard to say whether he would kill him this time.
Mu Feng narrowed his eyes, squirted the ashes, turned his head to look at Cleo, "Kill this werewolf."
Cleo didn't say anything, and didn't give Lyons a chance to beg for mercy at all. He turned his head and threw it aside. The headless body oozed out of the sticky blood and slowly fell down.
"I let you go last time, I still won't kill you this time, but I have a request."
Jill swallowed a few times, "Sir, please tell me! I will do whatever I can."
Who will not be afraid when a person is on the verge of life and death? Those who regard death as if they are also afraid, but there is no choice at that moment. If they really can choose, they all hope to survive.
In other words, it is not that Jill is afraid of death, but that even if he dies, he will die worth it. If he is killed in vain, it is not bloody but stupidity. Whether it is Mu Feng or Cleo, he is a small blood count who fights to the death?
"You are from the Demon Party family, and Domeng is also from the Demon Party. I want you to tell me to pay attention to his every move. Can you do it?"
"This......" Jill seemed in a dilemma. Who is Domon, a rookie in the blood clan, and her strength is very terrifying. It is rumored that it is countless times stronger than the prince. Now this person will monitor the new leader of the blood clan. This is not what it is to push him into the fire pit, so Jill is embarrassed.
"I just need you to notify me of the major events that happened in the blood clan. Don't worry about anything else." Mu Feng said.
Jill let out a sigh, then stared at Mu Feng seriously, "Dare you ask sir, what do you want to do to find Domon?"
"Kill him!"
Upon hearing this, Jill was stunned, and even the white-clothed priest was surprised.
It is rumored that Domen would become so powerful if he obtained the blood of Cain. In the past, the blood clan had been hiding, and the Holy See could not destroy the clan. Now with this strong man, it is even more difficult to do it.
However, what does this young man in the East say now? How can he not surprise the two of them? To kill Duomeng, he must at least have the strength comparable to him. Does this young man really have it?
Jill fell into silence and did not make a decision immediately.
At this time, Cleo said, "You should know that the thirteen tribes are united together, and the three neutral parties of the Demon Party Secret Party are really completely ruled by him. This may not be a good thing for the blood clan. Many tribes only want to live a peaceful life and do not want to fight. Domeng is alive, and only harms the blood clan."
Looking up at Cleo, Jill was silent for another two minutes, and finally raised his head, "I promise you."
Mu Feng grinned and said, "Good, go."
After saluting the two, Jill quickly left here. Mu Feng and the others were not worried that Jill would leak out. It can be said that they were not afraid, or it can be said that they were sure that this little blood clan is not a stupid person. Knowing that Domeng existed, it would be harmful to the blood clan.
One person died and the other person left, leaving only the more timid priest in white. If he had a trace of luck in his heart before, now after listening to Mu Feng's words, he had no thoughts.
If this person really has the strength to kill Domon, then he is definitely not inferior to the Pope. What can he do with such a strong man?
"Say." Mu Feng said frivolously.
The white-clothed priest was stunned, "What do you want to know."
"I want to know how many masters there are in the Holy See like you?" If there are a large number of strong people who have reached the realm of transformation of emptiness, it will be a very powerful force.
In the hands of the Western Mufeng, there are only ghosts and raptors, but these are all conventional forces. If the Holy See is too powerful, you have to think of a roundabout strategy. As the saying goes, know yourself and your enemy, and win every battle, the more thoroughly you understand the Holy See, the better.
Besides, Lucifer has made it clear that Jehovah is one of the top leaders of the Creation world, and the Holy See is his minions. Cutting off these minions will not only cause him to suffer a lot, but at least it will cause him to suffer a lot.
"I don't understand why you are trying to attack Domon, so why do you still point your finger at the Holy See? It seems that the Holy See has no conflict with you." The white-clothed priest mustered up the courage and asked.
Mu Feng chuckled twice, suddenly moved, and grabbed the white-clothed priest's neck, "Sorry, you only have the qualifications to answer questions, but you are not qualified to ask questions, do you understand?"
"Ahem!" The white-clothed priest blushed when he was pinched, "I...I...I understand."
"Well, you really want to know, it's not impossible to tell you." Mu Feng turned his head and looked at Cleo, "It's very simple. You want to kill my elder brother. This is my reason for dealing with the Holy See."