Bishop Arnold cursed secretly in his heart, but his face remained calm.
"I advise you not to use any crooked ideas, otherwise, the consequences will be, huh..."
Ye Fan snorted coldly.
"You can't afford it."
"I will give you the Holy See three days. If the antidote is not in my hands after three days, then you just wait."
After saying these words, Ye Fan released the pressure all over his body.
Under this pressure, Arnold trembled all over and could not move.
After seeing Arnold's expression change, Ye Fan stopped lingering and turned around to leave.
After Ye Fan walked away, Arnold recovered from the pressure. His expression changed, he picked up a huge decorative vase next to him and threw it to the ground, breaking the vase into pieces.
In front of Mark just now, the anger that Arnold had hidden completely burst out at this moment.
"Go and invite the other three protagonists in red."
Arnold called a young priest and spoke to him angrily.
The young priest felt Arnold's anger and retreated tremblingly.
After receiving Arnold's summons, the other three cardinal archbishops arrived one after another.
"How about it, Arnold?"
Abbott asked.
"What is the cultivation level of that Eastern monk?"
Hearing Abbott's question, Arnold glanced at him.
"He must have pissed himself as soon as he saw our red archbishop."
Morol laughed.
"How powerful can a mere Eastern monk be?"
"Oh, how powerful can it be?"
Arnold glanced at Morol mockingly.
"He just released the coercion on his body and made me unable to move. That powerful coercion makes me still have lingering fears."
"That only means you are too weak."
Morol obviously didn't believe Arnold's words. He had always looked down on Arnold, and at this time he began to mock Arnold even more openly.
"Am I too weak or is he too strong? Why don't you try it yourself."
Arnold retorted.
"Stop arguing now."
Shan En looked at the two people arguing with a headache and stopped him.
"We have worked together for so many years, don't we still know what Arnold's strength is?"
Morol fell into silence.
"I don't believe how a mere Eastern monk could have such a powerful cultivation level."
Abbott glanced at Morol helplessly, then turned to ask Arnold.
"Arnold, do you know why he destroyed so many of our churches?"
At this point, Arnold got a headache again.
"Remember the poison that the Holy See specifically uses to control people?"
"Of course I know, does this medicine have anything to do with this matter?"
Shane asked.
"The Eastern monk called himself Ye Fan. When he came, he said that our Holy See had poisoned his people. He also produced evidence and asked us to hand over the antidote within three days."
Arnold replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, Abbott frowned.
"Is it possible that his people were poisoned by the poison we specially use to control people?"
"This is impossible."
As soon as these words came out, they were refuted by Morol.
"The people controlled by this poison are all under our control. If there is any tendency to go beyond our control, they will be eliminated immediately."
Arnold looked at Morol and frowned. He really didn't want to talk to this brainless person at all.
"But this is the fact. I am very sure that the vial he took out contains the poison we use to control others."