When the people below saw this scene, they actually forgot to fight and looked at the strange scene in the sky with their eyes open.

"Oh my God, what happened, how could this happen!" One of the Holy See's believers felt that the heaven had stepped on, and the spokesperson of the Lord on earth was so abused. Those who believed in the existence of the Lord instantly felt that they were abandoned.

"No, I must be blind, this must not be true."

"Haha, open your dog's eyes and see, aren't you going to destroy us? Come on?"

"No, this kind of thing is absolutely impossible. How could the Lord's spokesperson fall to this point? It must be that I am dreaming."

"Hmph, when my big knife hits you, you will know if you are dreaming.

In the sky, the Pope's screams kept coming. Ye Zhan punched the Pope's back, venting his anger, shattering all the armor that the Pope smashed, and making the skin bloom. Then, Ye Zhan grabbed one of the Pope's wings, roared, and tore it off directly.

Blood splattered in the sky, and white feathers fell from the sky in scattered. The Pope, who was gliding in the sky, just passed by everyone's heads. Blood dripped from the air and hit the faces of these people, and it was still warm.

"ah……"

The pope screamed loudly, and he lost his wings, instantly lost his balance and his body fell down to the ground.

But Ye Zhan still didn't plan to let the Pope go just like this. He raised the long sword in his hand and slashed at the Pope's other wings.

"puff!"

The whole wings broke at the same root and fell to the ground with the pope.

Ye Zhan, when the Pope was about to fall to the ground, stepped on his feet and his body miraculously raised.

"Boom!" The pope's body was like a huge stone, and it hit the ground directly.

After Ye Zhan raised his body a little higher, a spider ribbon stuck to a building. Ye Zhan held the spider silk in his hand and swung to the ground lightly.

More than a thousand people watched this scene quietly, swallowing unvoluntarily, and no one dared to say anything.

Ye Zhan’s battle is even more terrifying than killing one person with one knife. He directly tear apart one person apart. This kind of fighting method is really too bloody and violent.

Moreover, his opponent is not an ordinary person, but the lord of the Holy See, the lord of a thousand people, and was tortured and killed in front of a thousand people. This situation is not unprecedented, but it must be no one before.

"Cough! Cough!"

The Pope staggered up from the ground, gasping for breath, his face full of pain, and he didn't fall to death directly.

However, Ye Zhan was not surprised at all, because Ye Zhan saw that when the Pope was about to land, the Pope opened an account with the ultimate skill [Sacred Protection]. The cooldown time of this skill was two minutes. After the escape just now, he has been used again.

But what surprised everyone was that the Pope's helmet was broken when it just hit the ground. When the dust disappeared, the Pope revealed his face in front of others for the first time.

"Oh my God!"

Everyone who saw this scene exclaimed in surprise, and some people even had unstoppable faces on their faces.

What was presented to them was a blond woman with big eyes, long cheeks, a standard French beauty, and large yellow wavy hair, which made the woman look charming, but she didn't have the majesty she used to wear when she wore a helmet.

This person is the pope whom they all respect and fear every day?

When Ye Zhan saw this scene, he shook his head, his face still full of coldness. When he was riding on the pope's back just now, Ye Zhan already felt that this person was a woman. However, even if it was a woman, Ye Zhan had no intention of keeping his hand. He directly moved his hands on her back, smashing her back into blood and tearing her wings.

The pope stood there staggeringly, as if he would fall down at any time, staring at Ye Zhan with his eyes as if he wanted to eat Ye Zhan alive.

"Hmph!" Ye Zhan carried the long sword and walked directly towards the Pope step by step. Every time he took a step, the coldness in his eyes became stronger, and the murderous intent was stronger.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out of the crowd, rushed towards the shaking pope, hugged her directly in his arms, and cried, "Sister!?" The voice was filled with surprise, pain and fear.

Ye Zhan's eyebrows were flattened and he immediately recognized who the figure was. It was the golden-haired woman he rescued when he was saving Guan Siyu. As for the name, he didn't know what it was.

However, I didn't expect that the woman who was saved casually was the Pope's sister.

When the others around him saw a dramatic scene, they suddenly understood why the Pope wanted to kill Jia Ming before, not because the Pope fell in love with this woman, but because the woman was her own sister. Seeing someone blatantly teasing him, the Pope naturally killed him without mercy.

"Get out of the way!" Ye Zhan said lightly to the golden-haired woman. No matter who it is, it is impossible to stop her determination to kill the pope. If she dares to attack Yu Siqi, she must make plans to die.

When the Pope saw Meimei recognize her, she said nothing, turned her head aside and did not dare to look at her.

Meimei let go of the hands holding the pope, rushed to Ye Zhan and knelt down, crying: "Brother Ye, please let my sister go. This is my only relative in the world. Please, if she dies, I will lose anything. Please don't kill her." As she said that, Meimei's face was covered with tears.

Ye Zhan took a deep breath, his eyes struggled, but it became fierce again in an instant. Everyone has relatives and everyone knows the pain of losing their relatives. Although he is unwilling to let others suffer the pain of losing their relatives with his own hands, if this person wants him to suffer the pain of losing his relatives, then he will never show mercy.

Since you have done it, you have to bear the price of doing it.

Ye Zhan's face returned to a cold look, and he walked around Meimei without saying a word and continued to walk towards the Pope.

Seeing that the pleading failed, Meimei bit her silver teeth and instantly pulled out a short knife from her body. A ruthlessness flashed across her face and slashed directly towards her left arm.

"puff!"

The short knife directly passed Meimei's shoulder, and her long arm fell directly to the place. On her shoulder, blood gushed out like a pillar. Meimei's face instantly turned pale as paper, but she still gritted her teeth tightly without saying a word.
Chapter completed!