"Hmph! You dare to meddle in the Pope's affairs? Aren't you afraid of the Pope's wrath?"
King Yan's eyes turned particularly crimson due to grief and indignation, enduring the scorching and suffocating feeling in his chest.
Lin Zifeng's punch just now had injured him seriously; at least three of his ribs were shattered. Moreover, the old wound inflicted by Nangong Bing that night hadn't healed.
Now, he was almost a half-disabled body. Even as the strongest king, he couldn't compare to Lin Zifeng, who possessed the Magic Bracelet.
"The Pope? I've heard of such a person, but I wonder what kind of existence this person you exalted to godhood really is?" Lin Zifeng crouched, maintaining a two-meter distance from King Yan.
During this time, Lin Zifeng had indeed heard a lot about the Western Bright Pope, but he truly didn't know what exactly the so-called Pope was like, nor how powerful he was.
