Artik became angry, and there seemed to be blazing anger burning in his heterochromatic pupils, making him look majestic.
"Are you the Qingyun Immortal Emperor of China?"
He asked again, but this time the voice was more than twice as loud. It was like a thunder falling, shaking his mind.
This terrifying prestige and momentum were so oppressive that a weaker person, or an ordinary person, might have knelt down directly in front of Artik.
But Xu Qingyun was obviously not affected by this, and he still looked calm and stood indifferently.
Those around who were watching the battle hidden in the dark felt the terrifying power and were horrified, astonished by Artik's powerful strength.
"It's really scary, but if the aura is so powerful, then how strong is the real strength!?"
"As expected of one of the ten holy knights of the Holy See, he is really powerful!"
Of course there are some who don't take it seriously.
"It's just a small trick used to show off, and it's useless! Hypocritical guys like the Holy Holy See like to do this!"
Many people were surprised that this man dared to be so bold and openly insulted and slandered the Holy See.
Although many people also think that Yatik is too pretentious, they only dare to curse in their hearts, but they never dare to say it directly.
Everyone looked towards the person who was speaking. When they saw the special ghost-headed mask on this person's head, they were all shocked and immediately fell silent, not daring to say anything.
"It's from the Witch Ghost Clan!"
"Look at the mask on his face, he turns out to be a special envoy of witch ghosts, a level six expert!"
Among the many forces in the West, the Witch-Ghost tribe can be ranked in the top five, and they have always given people the impression of being mysterious and terrifying, and should not be messed with.
The methods of the witch-ghost clan are strange, just like the wizards in Western legends. Their methods are diverse and unpredictable.
If you provoke these people from the witch-ghost clan, you may not even understand how you died when you die.
Therefore, many people keep a respectful distance from the people of the Wugui tribe.
Although the Wugui Clan is strong, their numbers are very small and their whereabouts are unpredictable. They generally do not appear in the public eye. Unexpectedly, this time the Holy Knight Artik sought revenge from the Chinese masters, and the Wugui Clan people would also come to watch the battle.
After Yatik questioned Xu Qingyun for the second time, he still didn't get a reply. He had decided not to say more.
His eyes were roaring and burning, his voice was cold:
"If you dare to ignore the Holy See and the Holy Knights, then accept the Holy Punishment!"
"Go to hell!"
Before he finished speaking, the holy sword in Atik's hand slashed towards Xu Qingyun, as if it was the sanction of the gods, with terrifying power.
A blazing white light lit up, like holy light coming, covering Xu Qingyun's entire body.
This terrifying sword seems to be able to destroy everything.
boom!!!
With a loud noise, the luxurious villa behind Xu Qingyun exploded and turned into countless fragments, scattering in all directions.
The people watching the battle were shocked in their hearts when they felt this terrifying sword strike.
"Then the powerful Chinese people will not just die like this. If that's the case, it would be too boring!"
"Look!"
Suddenly, someone screamed.
Artik's sword suddenly stopped and did not fall completely.
It's not that he doesn't want to fall, it's that he can't fall.
The holy sword in his hand is now held by an ordinary hand, and it is difficult to miss it.
The owner of this hand is none other than Xu Qingyun who is in front of Artik.