"How is this possible? Stronger still? You didn't use your full power earlier?"
The Pope was shocked; Ye Qingfeng's strength exceeded his beliefs.
"It's still early—"
Ye Qingfeng moved directly toward the Pope, appearing as an ant beneath the enormous illusion.
Yet, in an instant, Ye Qingfeng's explosion of momentum made hearts tremble, soaring into the sky like an unparalleled War God.
"Mystic Rain Silk Sword Domain!"
The sword qi was fierce, and Ye Qingfeng instantly released twenty sword qis, followed by twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three sword qis. The power exploded, and endless sword light formed a sword domain space, attacking the Pope.
The chilly sword domain, endless sword light, surged madly, sword light spanning over ten meters filled the entire space, the Power of Slaughter shook heaven and earth.
