These Red-Clothed Archbishops hurriedly joined forces, setting up a powerful barrier. If Ye Xiwen still managed to strike successfully right before their very eyes, it would be intolerable.
Boom!
With a tremendous explosion, the sword radiance struck the barrier head-on, unleashing a shocking tidal surge. More than a dozen Great Saints had joined forces to defend; such a lineup was indeed astonishing, yet before Ye Xiwen, it was clearly not enough.
The barrier they had jointly established was effortlessly shattered by Ye Xiwen's single sword strike. Fortunately, after breaking through the barrier, the sword radiance lacked the strength to continue and dispersed in midair.
The sky was cold, the sunlight dim. Countless streams of Demonic Qi churned overhead, made all the more conspicuous against the holy light.
"Kill!"
A powerful Red-Clothed Archbishop charged straight at Ye Xiwen. He was even stronger than the Red-Clothed Archbishop who had gone to the Imperial Capital that day.
Treading upon endless power of faith, he swept over in an instant and furiously attacked Ye Xiwen, slaughtering until heaven and earth changed color.
He charged forward carrying boundless killing intent, his attack incomparably violent. His face was frighteningly cold. Once he learned Ye Xiwen's identity, he knew that this man was no ignorant ant who merely dared to provoke the Church as in the past, but a madman with genuine strength.
He could not be dealt with lightly. Thus, from the very start, he used all his strength and blasted toward Ye Xiwen.
Boom!
He threw a punch as well. His fist intent warped and twisted, crashing down upon Ye Xiwen like a massive mountain range.
How could Ye Xiwen give him such an opportunity? He spread his hands and brought down a palm strike that shattered everything.
His palm caved in the void, terrifying