The little master of suffering shouted angrily.

"If you want to believe, you can."

Ye Tianren shouted coldly: "Go back to your Ganges and Vatican letters, why did you come to China?

Are you forcing us to follow suit?

What’s the point!”

"We came to China to preach and to slay demons!"

The little master of suffering said with a solemn expression.

Saint Laurent nodded in agreement and said slowly: "You have fallen too deep into the devil's path and need to be purified by faith!"

"What is magic?

Where is the magic?"

Ye Tianren mocked.

"Jiang Taichu is a demon, and so are you! If you don't believe in God, you are a demon! If you don't have faith, you are a demon!"

The little master of suffering said with cold eyes: "Today, we are going to eliminate demons and protect the way, and kill you!"

Everyone looked around.

I saw monastery abbots, ascetic monks, crusaders, missionaries, ascetic monks, and even some strong men from the dark world, piercing the sky and coming from all directions.

There were as many as three thousand people, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, and surrounded Ye Tianren and others in the center.

"You talk about not being contaminated by the secular world. In the end, it's not about fighting. You should have said it earlier!"

Ye Tianren's murderous aura suddenly rose to the sky, and he snorted coldly: "I thought you were going to follow the rules of the world and fight alone.

I didn’t expect you to also play battlefield conspiracy! There are so many people here!”

St. Roland shook his head and said: "Haha, I have no choice but to forgive you, Your Excellency Tianren! Little Master Suffering, my colleagues, please send Your Excellency Tianren and the Tianqing Sect to heaven together!"

"Haha, you think having more people can scare us. If you want to fight, then fight!"

Ye Tianren snorted coldly.
Chapter completed!