"You?"
A detached voice emerged.
The voice of Champion Marquis, very calm, therefore somewhat faint, ordinary people might not even hear it clearly.
However, his words, falling in the sky.
Were like Divine Thunder striking down, intimidating all the kings on the field, causing their faces to turn pale as they instinctively retreated hundreds of miles.
"Madman!"
"He is actually fishing us?"
"He deemed us as prey!"
"The key is, even knowing, we have no way to fight back."
"Holy Pope, shall we retreat first? After all, he is a Demigod! No ordinary person can contend against him."
The crowd was abuzz, panicking, but did not forget to comfort the Holy Pope of the Ancient Church.
Of course,
Only a few may feel this is comforting.
Most kings knew very well.
This was provoking the Holy Pope.
Intensifying the conflict between the Holy Pope and Champion Marquis, making them fight each other!
