Ye Fan's shouts resounded throughout the Papal Palace, his eyes burned with blazing fire, and his boiling fighting spirit shot into the sky, suffocating the air around him.
Those Templar Knights felt as if they were facing a powerful enemy, their pressure increased sharply, and they broke out in cold sweat.
Ye Fan just said a word, causing them to completely lose their fighting power. If Ye Fan really went on a killing spree, not many people in the field would be spared.
At this moment, the Pope took a step forward, and his eyes that were half-opened and half-closed suddenly opened, bursting with light as sharp as thunder, as if he wanted to see through Ye Fan's soul.
“God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.”
The Pope read a passage from the Gospel of John, changed the subject, and continued: "But - God will also send judgment on heretics! Young man from the East, I will give you one last chance to use these magic weapons
Stay, and then you leave the Papal Palace immediately! Otherwise, I will let you see the power of the Holy See!"
Between the lines, there are unabashed threats.
In fact, although the teachings of the Holy See encourage people to do good, the reason why the Holy See is able to surpass other religions and become the sect with the most believers in the world is not through kindness, but through absolutely powerful force.
During the Crusades, countless cities were leveled, kingdoms overturned, and millions of people were displaced.
The Holy See has never been merciful to pagans.
However, in the face of this threat, Ye Fan was not afraid at all and remained calm as usual, saying calmly: "Stop talking nonsense and fight if you want. I'm still in a hurry!"
These words completely ignited the anger in the Pope's heart.
The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became tense and extremely tense, as if if there was even the slightest bit of excitement, an unprecedented battle would break out.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
The pope laughed angrily and said majestically: "Since you have repeatedly offended the Holy See, I will teach you a lesson!"
As he spoke, the Pope tightly held the scepter in his hand, and the fist-sized gem at the top burst out with dazzling light, pointing towards Ye Fan in the air.
In an instant, Ye Fan seemed to have his energy locked by some terrifying entity, and his chest sank.
There is no doubt that this scepter is also a top-notch holy instrument. Even if it is not as good as the Holy Grail, it is not far behind.
"Amen, in the name of God the Father——"
"Holy light? Judgment!"
…
"Whoosh!"
A white light as thick as a pillar shot out from the scepter, which contained vast and majestic power of light. It was as fast as thunder, as if breaking through the shackles of space, and rushed to Ye Fan's face in an instant.
Holy, solemn, glorious!
Different from Taoist sects and Buddhist sects, this white pillar of light is also blessed by the power of faith of hundreds of millions of believers. It is indestructible. With the increase of the scepter, it is simply more terrifying than the full blow of a powerful person at the peak of heaven.
This is the true strength of the Pope!
A casual strike can destroy the world.
Those underground forces, the strongest among the killer organizations, compared to the Pope, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground, just like the difference between a loach in a smelly ditch and a tiger roaring proudly in the mountains.
Determined smiles also appeared on the faces of the hundreds of Templar knights and eight red archbishops around.
In their eyes, the pope is not only a spiritual leader, but also an invincible existence.
Since the Pope personally took action, there was absolutely no chance of Ye Fan surviving.
Facing the devastating white beam of light, although Ye Fan's face showed a solemn look, he still did not dodge.
At the critical moment, Ye Fan finally raised his right arm and struck the white light beam with a straight punch without any fancy.
In the eyes of others, his actions were like mantis trying to control his chariot, not overestimating his capabilities.
Even the Speaker of the Dark Parliament of Europe would not care about such a big deal and use his body to defeat the Pope's spell.
But the next moment, something incredible happened.
Ye Fan's right arm suddenly erupted with nine rays of hot star-like light, and the vast and majestic aura swept across, even giving people the illusion that a god lived in his arm and was awakening at this moment.
"Peng!"
The two collided in mid-air, making a loud thunder-like sound. Strong sound waves surged in all directions, and the impact was no less powerful than an avalanche and tsunami.
Some of the Templar knights who were closer were blasted more than ten meters away and fell to the ground in a panic.
At the same time, the white beam of light was shattered by Ye Fan's iron fist, disappeared into smoke, and became invisible.
…
"hiss!"
Seeing this scene, everyone in the venue couldn't help but take a breath of air, and their eyes were so wide that they were about to pop out of their sockets.
Ye Fan's supreme heroic appearance had an unprecedented visual impact on them.
Little did they know that Ye Fan had practiced the "Art of Creation of All Heavens", opened nine acupoints on each of his left and right arms, and condensed the immortal golden elixir, making his strength even better than Ye Nantian.
Unless it was a peerless magic weapon like the Xuanyuan Sword or the Tianlong City Breaking Halberd, an ordinary magical weapon, or a supernatural spell, Ye Fan could crush it with one punch.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The eyes of everyone in the venue fell on the Pope, looking forward to his next move.
As the master of the Holy See and the spiritual leader of hundreds of millions of believers, the Pope not only enjoys the supreme glory, but also bears the responsibility of defending the Papal Palace.
If he cannot deal with Ye Fan, the "intruder", his prestige will be greatly reduced and it will be difficult to convince the public.
At this moment, although the Pope remained calm on the surface, the corners of his eyes that kept twitching revealed the turmoil in his heart.
Even with his knowledge, he has never seen a monster like Ye Fan able to defeat his magic with the power of his body.
However, the Pope was not afraid of this, but held his scepter high and cast powerful light spells one after another.
"War Song of Light!"
"Shackles of Light!"
"Holy Light Cross Slash!"
For a moment, a hymn of glory rang out in the venue, which was so awe-inspiring that one did not dare to be an enemy and could only bow and worship.
An abyss-like aura filled the entire Papal Palace, and scorching light illuminated the entire world.
The invisible chains were completely condensed from the surging light energy. They were like substance, wrapping around Ye Fan's body and delaying his movement speed.
A huge cross emerged in the void, symbolizing judgment and redemption. It seemed to have come from eternity across time and space. It contained the power to suppress all things and rushed towards Ye Fan.
The Pope is worthy of being the strongest person in the Holy See. This series of combos is seamless and flawless, leaving no room for breathing. Compared with the previous move "Holy Light? Judgment", it is countless times stronger.
Any powerful heretic will be nailed to the cross, publicly executed, and all sins washed away with blood.
However, facing this dragnet-like offensive, a disdainful smile appeared on Ye Fan's lips and his body trembled.
"Crack!"
The chains of light that originally bound his body instantly fell apart and turned into powder.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan raised his right hand, and the Thunder Tribulation Sword that was connected to his mind appeared instantly, blooming with a sharp edge.
"cut!"
Ye Fan slashed in the air, and the sword energy surged out like a purple lightning dragon, instantly tearing the Holy Light Cross high in the sky into pieces.
"Whoosh!"
When the sword energy was gone, it headed straight towards the Pope's face.
"not good!"
The pope's expression changed greatly, and he quickly waved his staff to summon an invisible light shield, which barely managed to withstand the sharp sword energy.
…
Seeing this scene, many Templar knights and red archbishops around them were instantly dumbfounded.
No one could have imagined that Ye Fan would chop at will and defeat the Pope's spell effortlessly.
Which one is strong and which one is weak can be known at a glance.
"snort!"
Ye Fan sneered, looked at the Pope from a distance, curled his lips and said: "Is that all you have? Is it in vain that your Holy See is known as one of the six major martial arts holy places in the world? It is really a waste of fame! Just because of you, you still want to rob it by force.
My spiritual weapon is really ridiculous!"
"Arrogant!"
The Pope angrily rebuked, his chest rising and falling, as if there was overwhelming anger surging within.
The Pope squeezed the scepter tightly in his hand, obviously showing his seriousness. He glared at Ye Fan fiercely and said word by word: "Dongfang boy, you successfully angered me! I will not hold back any more.
, will use the most powerful forbidden spell to kill you!"