"Stop them!"
Seeing the two walk into the backyard,
the six bishops panicked.
They hurriedly ordered the Prisoner Legion to attack them.
But someone was faster.
Third Uncle stuck two fingers into his mouth and whistled.
Tyrant Warriors rained down from the sky.
They instantly threw the enemy formation into disarray.
Both sides were mindless killing machines.
No words were needed. They began fighting the instant they met.
Fists struck flesh, and blood flew.
"Go ahead, Brother Tiger!"
Once Third Uncle entered the battlefield, not a trace of childishness remained.
He leaped behind Old Ninth and blew a powerful breath toward the ground.
Billowing black smoke instantly swallowed Old Eighth and Old Ninth.
"Fuck! York, stop them!" Murikks panicked too.
If even six bishops could not stop Little White Tiger, what dignity would the Holy See have left?
Clad in a black robe, York turned into black mist and lunged at Third Uncle.
The next second,
a longsword flashed silver and pierced the black mist like a meteor.
Old Sword and the other two teleported in front of Third Uncle and flipped the black mist the middle finger. "Picking on a kid? Come on, let's play."
"Your opponents are... the Three Immortals under Little White Tiger."
"The personal disciples of Tai Sui of the Dragon Kingdom's Red List: Wine, Sword, and Spear."
"When our old man was alive, he said you lot from the Western Holy See were all scum selling dog meat as lamb."
Their nonchalant attitude enraged the black-robed bishop.
After dispelling his mist form, he touched the cut Old Sword had left on his face.
"You... are courting death."
York slowly drew his Cross Sword from beneath his black robe.
He was clearly furious now.
"Quit showing off. You're really no match for us. The three of