Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

This statement came out.

The entire audience erupted in uproar; they finally understood the cause and effect.

Qin Quan's murderous aura surged again, causing the temperature in the entire church to drop abruptly, and a sense of oppression swept through the entire place.

Yesterday's live broadcast from Fengdu City spread far and wide. People only saw Langshan and Meka committing evil deeds, unaware that Qin Quan and his disciples were involved.

The Pope frowned and spoke up in defense:

"Young friend, none of us from the Holy See saw Kyle during yesterday's entire live stream."

"You can't see him because he was killed on the spot by my master long ago."

Qin Quan's lips curled into a sinister smile, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing straight into the Pope's eyes.

"By now, you can't still not know that Fengdu City has been completely destroyed, can you?"

"Did you do this?"

The Pope's pupils contracted sharply, and his face instantly darkened.

"I don't have that kind of ability; it collapsed on its own."

Qin Quan's tone was indifferent, yet it carried an undeniable air of dominance.

"I have come here today not to cause trouble, but to seek justice for my master, senior sister, and younger sister."

"Wait a moment, young friend!"

The Pope quickly raised his hand to stop him, weighing the pros and cons rapidly.

The four opponents are of unfathomable strength. A direct confrontation would only lead to the destruction of the Holy See. The only option now is to endure and compromise, and resolve the matter prudently.

He turned to look at McCarran, who was embedded in the stone wall and coughing up blood, and asked in a deep voice:

"McCarlan, is what this young friend said true?"

"Cough...cough cough..."

McCallen was having difficulty breathing and was in excruciating pain all over her body. She managed to steady herself and speak with difficulty.

"Reporting to the Pope, it was the White Eagle Alliance's Trant who sent a message requesting assistance, which is why I sent Kyle to provide support... As for where he went or what he did, I have no idea."

The Pope turned his gaze to Emir, the Knight Commander of the Templars, who was standing beside him.

"Emil, did Kyle go to Fengdu City yesterday?"

"Yes, Your Holiness, I did go there."

Emil bowed in response, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

"What is the current situation of Fengdu City?"

Emil's lips trembled slightly, he hesitated, and after careful consideration, he replied in a low voice:

"According to the regulations, Fengdu City takes turns reporting every twelve hours. The report on yesterday's duty situation should have been submitted at 8:00 this morning, but as of 9:00 today, there is still no news."

These words immediately created a somber atmosphere throughout the room.

Fengdu Town is heavily guarded, with guards on duty without interruption. The fact that there has been no report for so long is the worst possible sign.

Emil was in a panic. If something really happened in Fengdu City, it would be because he had neglected his duty and would be held accountable.

"I will send someone to investigate immediately!"

"Report!!"

A sharp, urgent roar suddenly came from outside the hall. A silver-armored knight, looking disheveled, scrambled into the hall, his face pale, and knelt down to report urgently.

"Your Holiness, a sudden and catastrophic event has occurred in the Desert of Death. The underground city of Fengdu has completely collapsed and been buried by the sand. All ten thousand personnel on duty and stationed within the city have perished!"

boom!

These words struck everyone like a thunderclap.

Emil's body went limp, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his last shred of hope shattered.

Fengdu City is an underground secret realm controlled by the Papacy for many years, continuously supplying the Papacy with resources and wealth, and is also a key bargaining chip for maintaining relations with Western nobles.

The city was destroyed in a single day, with over ten thousand people losing their lives; the losses were incalculable!

Ignoring the panic and despair of the Papacy members, Qin Quan stepped forward, looked down at the Pope, and asked in a cold voice:

"Your Holiness, do you now believe everything I've said?"

The Pope nodded slowly, his face grave.

I believe you.

He already knew perfectly well that the collapse of Fengdu City and the death of Kyle were all caused by the Papacy's mismanagement.

Now, the losses are severe, and we are caught in a dilemma.

"Since you believe it, then there's nothing more to discuss."

Qin Quan turned to face the Pope directly, his aura overwhelming, his words resounding.

"Tell me, how do you intend to compensate my master, senior sister, and sister for the losses caused by today's events?"

A knowing glint flashed in the Pope's eyes as he instantly saw through Qin Quan's intentions.

In the end, it all boils down to demanding some compensation.

Any grudge that can be resolved with money is nothing to the Vatican.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and spoke in a deep voice.

"Young friend, please speak frankly about what kind of compensation you desire."

"Open your Vatican's treasury, and the four of us will each choose one priceless treasure, plus a compensation of one billion each!"

Qin Quan held up two fingers, his tone domineering and blunt, leaving no room for negotiation. The overwhelming murderous aura made the air in the hall suddenly heavy.

Behind him, Su Qingyan, Ling Yuyan, and Gao Yuan looked completely astonished.

They originally thought that each of them could only claim 100 million yuan, but they never expected Qin Quan to have such a huge appetite.

The four billion in compensation for the four individuals, plus four Vatican treasures, is enough to offset the entire market value of a top-tier listed group. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it an outrageous demand.

The Pope's face darkened, his brows furrowed deeply, and anger surged within him.

"Young friend, your conditions are far too demanding; I am afraid I cannot agree to them!"

If the Vatican were to agree to offer four billion in cash and four national treasures, it would lose face and its very foundation would be damaged.

He will never compromise.

"You won't agree?"

Qin Quan's lips curled into a cunning and sinister smile, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Alright, then I'll have a good talk with you."

"Yesterday, your Vatican's Kyle attacked and killed my group of five, master and disciples. Although the attack failed, the intent to kill was undeniable. In terms of the number of heads, it's not unreasonable for me to kill four high-ranking members of your Vatican today, is it?"

"You dare!"

The Pope shouted sternly, his body shimmering with golden light, already prepared to intervene.

"You'll see if I dare."

Qin Quan turned his head to look at Su Qingyan. No words were needed; the two understood each other perfectly.

The Pope was greatly alarmed. A powerful aura swept across the entire area, and he took a step forward to stop him.

Qin Quan stood firmly in place, seemingly motionless, yet precisely blocked all his paths of advance, his aura tightly restraining him.

next moment.

Su Qingyan gently raised her hand, and a flash of inspiration appeared at her fingertips.

Whoosh!

A slender and sharp spiritual energy sword shot out from the sky at extreme speed, aiming straight for the brow of a white-robed bishop who was caught off guard not far away!

"Damn it!"

The Pope's pupils contracted sharply, and only then did he realize that it was not Qin Quan who had made the move, but the unassuming Su Qingyan!

He hastily tried to get to the rescue, but Qin Quan stepped aside and blocked his way.

"Your Holiness, if you won't listen to reason, then I'll have to beat you into submission. I'll go to the treasury myself to retrieve the treasures."

Qin Quan's tone was playful, but his aura grew increasingly powerful, completely sealing off all of the Pope's escape routes.

"presumptuous!"

The Pope was thoroughly enraged.

He had already humbled himself and apologized, but the other party continued to press him, publicly challenging the authority of the Vatican, which he absolutely could not tolerate.

Extreme anger transformed into overwhelming divine power, sweeping across the entire church like a tidal wave.

The beams and pillars trembled, and the floor tiles cracked.

No matter how he changed his form or broke through to provide reinforcements, Qin Quan could always pinpoint his movements one step ahead.

"Get out of my way!"

The Pope gritted his teeth and activated the secret techniques of the Vatican. His body shone with golden light, and his speed increased to a point that was difficult to see with the naked eye. He finally managed to break free from Qin Quan's control.

But it was too late.

The small sword of spiritual energy, like a maggot clinging to a bone, had already pierced through the void and precisely pierced the white-robed bishop's brow.