"I haven't made a move for a hundred years. Do you want to test whether my cultivation level is still there?"

After the Pope felt Xuan Qing's aura, his face changed wildly and he kept retreating.

I haven’t seen him for a hundred years. Isn’t this old guy cultivating his health? In order not to regress, his realm has made a lot of progress.

Xuan Qing's level of cultivation seems to have surpassed him now.

This made the old pope suddenly shed cold sweat on his forehead.

If the other three people really took action, he would be 100% sure to die here.

Therefore, seeing that Xuan Qing had begun to condense all the true energy around him, he quickly said in fear: "Stop, I admit defeat! I will explain to you!"

As he spoke, he reached out with his palm and suddenly cut off one of his arms.

Cold sweat broke out on the Pope's forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Can I leave now?"

Xuan Qing clasped his hands behind his back and stooped down, looking like an old man again.

"Can!"

Say these two words, and the Pope will grant you a general pardon.

But just as he was about to leave, Haotian stopped him, and the coldness in his eyes did not lessen even a little bit.

"what are you up to?"

The Pope's face darkened.

"Haotian, let him go!"

Xuan Qing's voice came, and Haotian looked at Xuan Qing with some reluctance and said: "Now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as we kill him, the West will inevitably be disrupted. By then..."

"I said, let him go!"
Chapter completed!