"Hmph, the Church Court is about to be destroyed, and it's all caused by the Pope's impulsiveness. Why should I be buried with the Church Court?"
"If you want to die, go do it yourselves!"
The fatty shouted directly, then looked at Ye Qingfeng and pleaded, "Lord Ye, I hope you can take me in!"
"I'm willing to surrender as well."
"I'll surrender too, everything was forced on us by the Pope!"
"We're willing to surrender as well, to join Lord Ye."
"..."
In an instant, twenty elders of the Church Court actually stepped out, all kneeling toward Ye Qingfeng in midair, utterly terrified.
What really frightened them were Ye Qingfeng's methods.
They knew that once Ye Qingfeng beheaded the Pope, the ones to die would be them. They knew Ye Qingfeng's style far too well.
Those bloody means made one's hair stand on end.
The twenty elders knelt in the sky, waiting for Ye Qingfeng's judgment, fear flooding their hearts.
