This figure is nothing else, it is Song Xuan, the leader of the Underworld who just escaped from Chen Feiyu's sword!

"It was not surprising that Chen Feiyu came to Feilan City, but he could actually know who provided him with the information I was in Sofia Cathedral, and who was the one who informed me before?

Forget it, I will investigate these questions later. Unexpectedly, Chen Feiyu's strength has improved again. Although I successfully saved my life, Ma Qi died completely under Chen Feiyu's sword.

Unfortunately, it took not long to refine Maqi, and it only took more than a month to fully calculate it. It is difficult to exert the best power of our underworld corpse refining man. If I could give me three years to refine it, even if Chen Feiyu had the Longyuan Sword in his hand, he would not have thought that he would easily hurt Maqi. What a pity. It would be not that easy to find a body as suitable as Maqi in the future."

When Song Xuan thought about this, he felt so angry that his teeth were itchy.

Not long after, he rushed to a cathedral in the suburbs of Nanluo City. He walked straight in without knocking on the door. When he saw the clergy from a church coming, he spoke, "When will your pope come? I have something to see him."

Before the clergy could speak, suddenly, a proud voice rang out of thin air in the solemn church.

"It's actually a Chinese who came to Nordic Europe again. It's interesting, it's really interesting."

The voice is not only arrogant, but also Chinese.

Song Xuan's face changed slightly and he shouted, "Who is a little guy pretending to be a ghost?"

The next moment, a handsome and elegant middle-aged man walked out of the inside of the church.

He looked arrogant and walked forward with his hands behind his back, his pace was neither fast nor slow, as if everything was confident.

Song Xuan looked at the strange Chinese man in surprise, with a serious expression because he could not feel the aura of a warrior on the other party, so he could not grasp the other party's background.

The middle-aged Chinese man walked to the central station of the church, looked at Song Xuan casually, and said, "Who are you?"

Song Xuan frowned slightly, and the other party's arrogant attitude made him dissatisfied.

You know, he is the leader of the Underworld and the peak powerhouse of the "late-stage legend". No matter where he goes, he respects him very much. How could he be as arrogant as the middle-aged man at this moment and not take him seriously?

Since the other party is arrogant, Song Xuan must be even more arrogant!

Immediately, Song Xuan raised his head and said arrogantly: "I am Song Xuan, the leader of the Underworld, you..."

Before Song Xuan finished speaking, the middle-aged man opposite him directly interrupted: "In front of me, you are not qualified to call me 'old man', you are too young!"

Song Xuan's breathing suddenly stopped. He was over 100 years old. Who dared to say that he was young? The other party's strength and domineeringness were beyond his expectations!

"There is no one in front of me, but it has to be paid!" Song Xuan snorted coldly, suddenly activated his internal strength, and slapped the other party with a palm in the air.

A huge palm force broke through the air and attacked the other party with an unstoppable momentum. The powerful aura continued to impact the walls around the church, and the benches used for prayer were tilted around.

The clergy around were shocked. This Chinese man is so powerful!

As the palm force was about to attack the middle-aged man, the palm force disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never appeared before.
Chapter completed!