This figure is none other than Song Xuan, the leader of the Underworld who just escaped from Chen Feiyu’s sword!

"It's not surprising that Chen Feiyu came to Ferland City, but he actually knew that I was in Sophia Cathedral. Who provided him with the information, and who was the person who tipped me off before?

Forget it, I will investigate these issues later. Unexpectedly, Chen Feiyu's strength has improved again. Although I successfully saved my life, Ma Qi was completely killed by Chen Feiyu's sword.

It's a pity that the time to refine Ma Qi is not long, and it only takes more than a month to complete the calculation. It is difficult to exert the best power of our Hades Refining Corpse Man. If I can be given three years to refine it, even if Chen Feiyu has the Longyuan Sword in his hand,

I can't even think of hurting Ma Qi easily. It's a pity, it's a pity, it won't be that easy to find a body as suitable as Ma Qi for refining in the future."

When Song Xuan thought of this, his teeth itched with hatred.

Not long after, he arrived at a cathedral in a suburb of Nanluo City and walked in without knocking. When he saw a clergyman coming from the church, he said: "When will your Pope come?

I have something important to see him."

Before the clergy could speak, suddenly, a proud voice sounded out of thin air in the solemn church.

"There are actually Chinese people coming to Northern Europe again. It's interesting. It's really interesting."

The voice is not only proud, but also in Chinese.

Song Xuan's face changed slightly and he shouted: "How can a young man like Fang Xiao pretend to be a ghost?"

The next moment, a handsome and elegant middle-aged man walked out from inside the church.

He looked arrogant and walked forward with his hands behind his back, his pace was neither fast nor slow, as if he was sure of everything.

Song Xuan looked at this strange Chinese man in surprise, with a somewhat solemn expression, because he could not feel the aura of a warrior on him at all, so he could not know the details of the other person.

The middle-aged Chinese man walked to the center of the church and stood there. He looked at Song Xuan casually and said, "Who are you?"

Song Xuan frowned slightly, dissatisfied with the other party's arrogant attitude.

You know, he is the master of Hades, the peak powerhouse in the "late stage of legend". No matter where he goes, everyone respects him. Is there anyone as arrogant as the middle-aged man at this moment who doesn't take him seriously?

Since the other party is arrogant, then Song Xuan must be even more arrogant!

Immediately, Song Xuan raised his head and said arrogantly: "I am Song Xuan, the sect master of the Hades. You..."

Before Song Xuan could finish his words, the middle-aged man opposite interrupted him directly: "In front of me, you are not qualified to call me 'old man', you are too young!"

Song Xuan's breathing suddenly stagnated. He was already over a hundred years old. Who dared to brazenly say that he was young? The strength and domineering nature of the other party was beyond his expectation!

"You have to pay the price for being arrogant in front of me!" Song Xuan snorted coldly, suddenly activated his inner energy, and struck the opponent with a volley of palms.

I saw a huge force of palm bursting out of the air and attacking the opponent with an unstoppable force. The powerful aura continuously impacted the walls around the church, and the benches used for worship and prayer were swaying around.

The surrounding clergy were shocked. This Chinese man was so powerful!

Just as the palm power was about to hit the middle-aged man, suddenly, the palm power disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never appeared.
Chapter completed!