If before, the Pope just wanted to teach Ye Fan a lesson, then now he has murderous intentions towards Ye Fan.
The Pope held his sword and rushed towards Ye Fan without saying any more words.
Facing the Pope's fierce attack, Ye Fan did not forget to laugh.
"The old man is pretty good. He is still so flexible despite his age, and his movements are so intense that he is not afraid of his waist slipping."
After a few moves, Ye Fan was not injured at all, but the Pope was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.
"When you get older, you can retreat at home and do such intense exercise, and you won't be afraid to meet God in advance."
Say it, Ye Fan laughed twice and looked distressed.
"I almost forgot, don't you people from the Holy See believe in God? I'm afraid you wish you could see him sooner, hahaha!"
This last arrogant laugh completely angered the Pope.
"Huangkou kid, you will definitely pay the price for your words and deeds!"
The Pope held the sword in front of him, holding the blade with one hand, and bright red blood immediately flowed down the blade.
"Angel Judgment!"
The Pope roared.
When the red blood flowed down the sword blade and was about to fall to the ground, it disappeared as if it had fallen into the sea.
At this time, a strong light suddenly burst out from the angel not far away. With the blessing of this light, the Vulcan Sword was actually bounced away.
The giant sword in the angel's hand turned into dots of starlight and merged into her body.
She held her hands in front of her chest in a prayer gesture, and a golden scale emerged from her chest.
The scale kept getting bigger, and Ye Fan on the side felt a suction force, sucking himself towards the scale.
Ye Fan did not resist this force and allowed him to pull himself up to the scale. However, when he was approaching the scale, Ye Fan attached the power of the Black Emperor in his body to the Vulcan Sword and struck out with one strike.
The huge scale was split in half after this sword strike. As the scale was damaged, the angel turned into ashes, leaving only Ye Fan holding the Vulcan Sword high, and the dumbfounded Pope standing there.
"How is this possible? How could you destroy the scale of judgment? That is God's will, and no one can destroy God's will!"
The Pope was so stimulated that he went crazy and yelled.
"In the face of absolute power, nothing is impossible."
Hearing this, the Pope fell to the ground in despair. The golden robe on his body had been damaged in the fight with Ye Fan just now.
Another punch came out.
Ye Fan retracted his hand and watched as the Pope's thickened barrier shattered bit by bit, and finally scattered in the air and dissipated.
Seeing the barrier dissipate, the red archbishops hurriedly surrounded him, helped up the pope who was lying on the ground, and fled in a hurry.
"etc."
Just when a few people were about to leave, they were stopped by Ye Fan.
Hearing this voice, he shuddered, turned around tremblingly, and looked at Mark.
They saw Ye Fan walking towards them with narrowed eyes.
Trembling, he handed a small silver box he carried with both hands to Ye Fan.
"Ye... Lord Ye Fan, what is in this box is the antidote. Inject it and it will cure the poison."
Ye Fan took the silver box and showed a bit of satisfaction in his eyes.
Several people breathed a sigh of relief and were about to leave, but were stopped by Ye Fan again.
"This is the first time, and I hope it will also be the last time. If you, the Western Holy See, dare to provoke my people again in the future, huh..."
"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore."
The three cardinal archbishops, who were still conscious, quickly put the Pope and the unconscious Morol into the car and fled as fast as they could.