383: C383 Pope's Realm

C383 Pope's Realm

"Very well, I also respect your honor."

"Loach, let's go."

Shen Qingfeng waved his hand. The thousand feet long golden dragon in the sky stopped showing off. It shrunk into a two feet long mini shape and returned to his shoulder.

"Yiya!"

It winked at Shen Qingfeng with a flattering smile on its face.

"Got it. Three bottles of pill. Not a single bottle will be missing. You little miser."

Shen Qingfeng patted the loach's head. He took a step forward and disappeared in a gust of wind.

About a minute later, the Knights of Church of Light came back to their senses. The pressure of the three hundred meter long golden dragon was too terrifying for them, even though they were Silver Knights. They had to rely on their combat power to withstand the pressure before they could fall to the ground.

"The Divine Dragon in the east... Isn't that a creature that only exists in legends?"

"Damn it! That Shen Qingfeng is the number one person in the younger generation in China, known as the War God! There must be some kind of plot behind his trip to the West Continent this time. It's so hateful that we can't keep him here. "

"Does this mean that all the Blood Clan in the ancient castle died in his hands? The Eastern cultivators are too terrifying!"

...

With the feeling of having survived a disaster, the knights began to discuss the young man who had just disappeared. The King's Altar had won the first place, and they had defeated all the powerful warriors of Indian's Holy City by themselves. These incidents had long since spread across the ocean, and had spread throughout Western Europe. It was just that they had never thought that there would be a day when they would fight with such an existence!

"Putong!"

At this moment, they ignored the heavily injured Lancelot. As the youngest Gold Knight of Church of Light, after clashing head-on with the Eastern War God, he actually knelt down on one knee, his face as white as a sheet of paper.

"Master... Are you alright?"

"Retreat... I want to send this news... To His Highness the Pope..."

The reason Lancelot let Shen Qingfeng go was because he had no choice but to do so. His realm had reached the middle stage of tribulation transcendence. After exchanging blows with Shen Qingfeng, he discovered that his opponent's strength was unfathomable, and that his all-out attack had caused him internal injuries.

"Quick! Bring the Lord back, send the news back to the Church, and have them send reinforcements!"

Everyone lifted Lancelot up onto their warhorses with all their might and rushed towards the direction they came from as fast as they could.

After a quarter of an hour, Shen Qingfeng had already left the range of the ancient castle. When he left, the traces of the Blood Clan were mostly cleaned up by his True Samadhi Fire. Logically speaking, the Church of Light and the Blood Clan were sworn enemies. They wouldn't betray him, would they?

Now that he could no longer sense any Qi of a cultivator, he stopped and took out his phone to dial a number.

It was still noon on the other side of Earth. Xu Zhou was leading a small team of guards to the border. As a Daoist, he was quite knowledgeable in formations. Nangong Changan and Qin Yuantian had specially sent him here to ensure that the blockade would not be lost in the next attack.

In order to not attract the enemy's attention, he had already changed into camouflage clothing. At this time, he was wearing sunglasses as he sat on a huge rock. There was a grass in his mouth as he looked at the horizon in boredom.

At this moment, his phone suddenly vibrated. When he saw the number on it, he pressed the answer button.

"Hello! Xu Zhou, what are you busy with?" A magnetic voice came over with a hint of concern.

Xu Zhou:" I'm busy sunbathing! I heard you went to Western Europe for vacation? My life is not bad! "

" It's alright! I met the Blood Clan here and coincidentally found the mastermind behind the attack on the border... "

Shen Qingfeng told Xu Zhou in detail about what had happened. When he heard that a man and a dragon had killed over a thousand Blood Clan members, a look of shock appeared on Xu Zhou's face, and even the grass in his mouth fell off.

"I didn't expect it to be the Blood Clan from the west. I said that the Devil Cult has always been secretive. How could they be so high-profile..."

Xu Zhou muttered a few words. He never thought that the Blood Clan would have such audacity to provoke the major powers of various countries. That professor called Hans was truly a madman!1

"By the way, I want to ask you about someone. Do you know about the Church of Light in Western Europe? They have a Pope. How strong is he?"

After explaining these things, Shen Qingfeng asked the question that he was most concerned about. Based on Lancelot's strength, the so-called Gold Knights were only so-so. He just did not know how the top combat strength of the Church of Light was.

"Oh my god! You want to mess with the Pope of Church of Light? I'm warning you, don't do that. He might be a Deification Stage warrior! "

Xu Zhou couldn't help but exclaim when he heard this. He jumped up from the rock. Shen Qingfeng had always been a troublemaker. He was worried that Shen Qingfeng would compensate him.

"Deification Stage? Is it really that exaggerated?! Are you sure you are mistaken? Didn't they say that after the World Dharma Ending Era descended, the Soul Formation realm would no longer be born? "

Shen Qingfeng frowned. His combat strength was almost invincible amongst those of the same level, but it was hard to say if he would be able to fight a Deification Stage old monster.

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