"Rest assured. In this world, no one can kill me!" Ye Qingfeng's eyes were deep and cold.
Killing intent surged!
Seemingly sensing Ye Qingfeng's emotional turmoil, Shui Ruyi's arm tightened, holding Ye Qingfeng's waist, her breath fragrant like orchids, "Brother-in-law, you must also take care of yourself."
Brother-in-law, you must protect yourself. If you die, more people will be heartbroken like you. Shui Ruyi's small head gently leaned against Ye Qingfeng's back.
Time passed.
In a blink, three days went by.
Europe was shaken; all countries in Europe, the Martial Arts World, and even the secular high ranks were shocked.
The Holy Son of the Church, dead!
This was the Holy Son of the Church, an unparalleled existence, and there were only five Holy Sons in the entire church.
And now, he unexpectedly fell in Huaxia!
Europe was shaken, especially the Martial Arts World, as if an earthquake had occurred.
