Benedict shouted in disbelief.

“Is there any more?”

Immediately, Ye Qingjun said with a joke: "Show it again."

"Impossible, impossible..."

Benedict retreated in anger, murmured in horror, as if he hadn't come back to his senses.

"It seems that it's gone."

Ye Qingjun curled his lips and said coldly: "Then let you go on the way!"

He held the "Qingfeng" in his hand and swept forward: "Dimensional Wind Blade!"

A wind blade with a space crack appeared in front of Benedict in an instant.

"Enough!"

At this moment, an old scolding sounded.

A beam of light appeared on Benedict and disappeared from the spot with him.

At the same time, a thin old man in a gray robe appeared a hundred meters away.

Benedict, who had disappeared, appeared behind him with a look of fear.

"Do you dare to kill another cardinal? Do you really want the pope to take action?"

The thin old man slowly walked towards Ye Qingjun while making a hoarse sound.

"It's not that I dare not fight!"

Ye Qingjun said aloud and asked, "Who are you?"
Chapter completed!