Chapter 1772 - 1648: Equal to the Pope

Chapter 1772: Chapter 1648: Equal to the Pope

"Has his strength already reached the level of the Pope?"

"If the Pope were to appear, would he be able to battle him?"

The elders of the Church Court also voiced surprise, deeply shaken by Ye Qingfeng’s strength.

Their hearts began to waver as well, as if Ye Qingfeng indeed could battle the Pope.

"Hmph, he’s quite capable, but far from enough to fight the Pope, merely wounding the Holy Master." Herbert snorted coldly.

Though he was the first to submit to Ye Qingfeng, it was a mere expedient; he was a highly rational person.

He had a clear understanding of the Pope’s power.

"Once, the former Pope could have easily accomplished all this. Now that the Pope has been gone for so many years, his power is not something we can fathom."

Herbert spoke in a somber tone.

The crowd finally nodded in agreement, acknowledging that the Pope was an extraordinarily formidable figure who reigned over Europe for a century, and countless prodigies were no match for him.

A man like him, gone for centuries, how could a mere Ye Qingfeng compare?

"Indeed, Elder Herbert’s words are right; we were merely momentarily shocked. In the world, no one can compare to the Pope!"

"Even the Hua Xia Slaughter God cannot quite measure up to the Pope!"

Mu Pingping stood atop the cliff, listening to the elders’ conversation, her heart trembling wildly as she stared at the aloof, indifferent figure in the sky, her emotions incredibly complex.

That man was too powerful; she feared she’d never be able to reach him in her lifetime.

"Master, it’s the disciple’s incompetence, never again to have the opportunity to defeat him, make him kneel before your grave and apologize!" Mu Pingping thought to herself.

The man in the sky was undeniably strong.

That icy, invincible figure seemed unstoppable, commanding dominance, leaving Mu Pingping feeling almost desperate.

"Now, I give you a chance, kneel, submit, and I’ll spare your life," Ye Qingfeng said calmly.

Cutting off the Holy Master’s arm brought not a ripple to his heart; this supposed invincible entity in the eyes of others was nothing more than a minor character in Ye Qingfeng’s mind.

The Holy Master’s strength was decent enough to stabilize the control over Europe with such a subordinate.

"Haha, haha, do you think you’re truly invincible?" The Holy Master laughed in outrage, his laugh unnaturally eerie, chilling to the bone.

"The depths of my Dark Force are beyond your imagination; how can one person contend against our entire Dark Force? You deserve death!"

With disheveled hair and fierce eyes shooting cruel light, relentless and unbeatable, the Holy Master roared.

"Today marks the fall of the Hua Xia Slaughter God!"

The Holy Master yelled angrily.

Two Saint Heirs’ expressions changed, as did the elders behind them, their eyes turning grave and horrified.

"Whoosh"

The Holy Master directly spat blood, crimson splatter painting an eerie pattern in the air, his momentum surging. He was burning life force to forcefully enhance his strength.

"Disciples of the Dark Force, form the array!"

The Holy Master roared, and suddenly the masses moved; two Saint Heirs and over thirty elders swiftly shot out, spreading out across the void, and immediately, strange patterns began to appear in the air.

Relentless killing intent emerged abruptly, the patterns becoming clearer, exhibiting a special Dao Rhythm, chillingly lethal.

"Indeed, the headquarters of the Dark Force possesses an Ancient Killing Array, no wonder even the Pope avoided it!" Herbert’s face turned pale.

"This array, hidden in the depths of the Dark Night Castle, has safeguarded the Dark Force for centuries, allowing them to thrive—a terrifying prospect!"

"The array isn’t fully formed, yet I feel the chilling killing intention, an icy might, multiple times you obtain the power of that gray giant sword; who can withstand this!"

"The Holy Master is consuming life force just to barely initiate a fraction—how terrifying is this array truly?"

The elders of the Church Court discussed hurriedly, their face shifting, feeling the threat; the Dark Force indeed unfathomable.

Their previous elation dissipated instantly.

If Ye Qingfeng falls, their deaths would be certain.

"One can only hope their setup exhaustingly battles Ye Qingfeng, rendering them unable to fight us again!" everyone thought.

The sky gradually darkened, everything shrouded in darkness.

Array Patterns unfolded like red threads or assembled blood, spanning the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, leaving no retreat for Ye Qingfeng.

"Indeed, this array is formidable, possessing an ancient aura of strong Power of Slaughter."

"If it were a complete Killing Array, I wouldn’t be able to break it now."

"Unfortunately, they only have a corner of this frail killing move. I can sense these patterns are far from complete, and these people are far from unleashing even that corner."

Ye Qingfeng remained calm, quietly murmuring to himself.

"Haha, Ye Kill God, how do you find our array?" The Holy Master laughed wildly, blood trickling down his pale face, "Today, with the emergence of the Dark Killing Array, you can’t escape the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!"

The Holy Master’s hair waved wildly; coldly laughing, his eyes icy and spiteful towards Ye Qingfeng.

"Sizzle!"

At this moment, in the black sky, white lights gathered—the Thunder Power—crackling, congregating at the center of the sky.

Thunder rolled continuously, gathering within the black killing array, instantly terrifying; the white lightning glowed brightly, ready to explode at any moment. "Hmph, Hua Xia Slaughter God, let this Thunder Power destroy you!"

Ye Qingfeng looked at the endless thunder, his gaze becoming serious; the contained power was immense, difficult for him to withstand at his current level.

Then Ye Qingfeng felt a heat in his chest.

It was the Yin Yang Dragon Fish Jade Pendant.

The jade pendant’s imprint was on his chest, and Ye Qingfeng felt it starting to resonate.

"Could it be, the thunder within the killing array can be absorbed?" Ye Qingfeng’s heart stirred.

"Thunder may not be the strongest attribute, but within the Cultivation World, it’s widely acknowledged as the most powerful offensive attribute; its Power of Slaughter is incredibly strong!"

Ye Qingfeng’s heart roared; his control over thunder could be said to have reached the Peak. If he could absorb the thunder attribute, it would greatly bolster his strength.

"Haha, Ye Kill God, die!"

With the Holy Master’s cry, in the sky, Tu Lei had already amassed the strongest form, rolling thunder continuously roiled, like a Thunder Sea.

"Kill!"

A gleam of excitement flashed in Ye Qingfeng’s eyes, as he charged forward with the intent to kill.