"Kneel, submit, and I will spare your lives!" Ye Qingfeng said calmly.
He simply needed a power in Europe; whether it was a faction, the Church, or a dark force, it was all the same.
"Who do you think you are, daring to speak to our Saint like that, seeking death!" a dark force elder scolded, striking directly at Ye Qingfeng with a palm.
Intermediate War Emperor.
The force was fierce, as if it tore through the void, gusts of Gang Wind.
"Die!"
Ye Qingfeng slightly raised his head, gusts of strong wind lashed out, instantly leaving dozens of scars on this dark force elder, shattering like broken glass, blood gushing, instantly falling down.
Dead?
Killed with just a raise of a hand?
Bo Rui and the dark force people were stunned, this young man's strength was so formidable?
