My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

As the light in the sky slowly dissipated, the figures of Ye Chen and Pope Peter appeared in everyone's sight.

At this time, both Ye Chen and Pope Peter looked a little embarrassed.

Especially Pope Peter, whose white robes were somewhat torn and his breathing became a little short.

Especially on the right arm, a sword mark is extremely dazzling!

"The Pope is actually injured."

Adele said with a shocked look on her face.

"Hades actually actually hurt this old guy Peter?"

Even Avril didn't expect that Ye Chen would become so fierce.

At the Holy See's home court, he actually injured Pope Peter.

"Pope Peter is indeed the most expert in the Holy See, but he didn't succeed even with this sword."

There was a look of pity on Ye Chen's face.

The Flying Immortal is the fastest sword swing by Ye Chen. The distance between him and Pope Peter is so close that even Ye Chen himself has a hard time reacting to this sword.

Pope Peter's magical move actually directly blocked his magical move. Although he had a geographical advantage, it also gave Ye Chen some judgment on the power of magical skills.

"Hades, is this the swordsmanship of the East? It's really amazing."

Pope Peter took a deep breath and said with admiration.

"Yes, this is the swordsmanship of the East."

Ye Chen chuckled and said, "Pope Peter, if you admit defeat now, it's still too late."

"Admit defeat? If it were in the outside world, I might indeed be afraid, but this is the Holy See after all. With this level of swordsmanship, I cannot be made to admit defeat."

The Holy See whispered: "You and I are in the light, and everything around us is the realm of God!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge whirlpool seemed to appear in the sky above the Holy See, and countless rays of light were seen condensing towards the huge shadow behind Peter.

Just a few breaths of time,

The huge shadow behind Pope Peter actually solidified.

A golden giant appeared behind Pope Peter.

An extremely terrifying aura suddenly spread.

Ye Chen frowned, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

This golden giant is completely condensed from the power of light.

Once it breaks out, even Ye Chen's ancient god's body may not be able to resist this power.

"God said to perish!"

Pope Peter took a deep breath and looked at Ye Chen indifferently.

In an instant, the golden giant behind Pope Peter paused, and then ignited with blazing light.

This ball of light seemed to be burning, erupting with a terrifying force. Balls of dazzling holy light suddenly burst out, blowing towards Ye Chen like a drizzle.

Ye Chen looked at Sheng Yu in front of him, a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Ye Chen actually felt that the world was about to be destroyed.

"Nine-color divine fire, light it for me!"

Ye Chen squinted his eyes, and with a thought, a ball of nine-color divine fire was attracted by Ye Chen from the dragon pattern ring, and burned directly towards the holy rain.

These nine-color divine fires are the trump card specially prepared by Ye Chen.

As the divine fire that was conceived by the fire spirit, it was much more powerful than the divine fire that Ye Chen originally obtained.

Facing this holy rain all over the sky, it can be regarded as a trump card.

With a bang, the nine-color divine fire surged into the wind and burned directly towards the holy rain.

"Hades, this is the Holy See. The most indispensable thing is the power of light. If you compete with me, you can't beat me."

Pope Peter chuckled lightly, and saw that in the buildings of the Holy See, endless light power quickly surged in, blended into these holy rains, and began to swallow Ye Chen's nine-color divine fire.

"Pope Peter, you are not the only one who has the Holy Light."

A fierce look flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, which directly activated the blood-colored crystal in his heart.

Suddenly, a pure power of the ancient gods erupted from Ye Chen's heart and flowed throughout Ye Chen's body.

This is the essence and blood of Daotian, which is the core of the strength of the ancient gods.

With Ye Chen's current one-star ancient god's body, it is still a bit unrealistic to withstand the power of Daotian's essence and blood.

But Ye Chen is not trying to absorb the power of these blood essences now, he just wants to motivate him.

"The phantom of the ancient god, show me!"

Ye Chen's face was filled with a ferocious look, and the powerful ancient god's body was about to be shattered by the royal essence and blood in Ye Chen's body.

Along with Ye Chen's loud shout, a huge shadow suddenly appeared behind Ye Chen.

The power of Daotian's essence and blood in Ye Chen's body seemed to have found an outlet, and it quickly surged towards the phantom.

In an instant, a shadow of an ancient god dozens of meters tall appeared behind Ye Chen.

On the forehead of the ancient god's shadow, there were two ancient gods' stars faintly flashing, but the second ancient god's star was looming, extremely illusory.

Despite this, the power exuded by the phantom of the ancient god behind Ye Chen shocked Ye Chen.

"What is this?"

Avril and the others were stunned for a moment, with a hint of fear flashing in their eyes.

"This is definitely not the power of the East. I can feel it. This power is very domineering and evil."

Adele looked at the phantom of the ancient god standing in the sky and said with a shocked expression.

"What kind of power is this? This shouldn't be a power you can release."

Pope Peter's face, which had always been calm, suddenly changed.

As the spokesperson of God, Pope Peter was extremely aware of the power displayed in this phantom.

The power of this phantom has surpassed Ye Chen's strength and reached an extremely strong level.

This was the first time that Pope Peter felt the breath of death.

"Sure enough, it is feasible. Although I cannot activate the secret technique with my one-star ancient god's strength, with the help of Daotian's essence and blood, I can completely transform into a clone of Daotian. Although it only has a little bit of the power of his body, it is still strong enough. That’s it.”

There was a hint of joy on Ye Chen's face.

To put it bluntly, the power of this phantom has nothing to do with Ye Chen.

It was completely condensed from Daotian's essence and blood, and Ye Chen only controlled it.

If not, Ye Chen would not have been able to summon Daotian's clone just like this.

But even so, it was a bit difficult for Ye Chen to control this clone.

And the most troublesome thing for Ye Chen is that he can transform the clone, but there is no way to take it back.

"Pope Peter, are you trying to take a punch from me?"

Ye Chen laughed loudly, and with a thought, he punched Pope Peter.

At the same time, the phantom of the ancient god behind Ye Chen slowly raised his illusory right fist and punched Pope Peter!

In an instant, the space around the Holy See condensed slightly, and an unparalleled domineering aura suddenly erupted from the shadow of the ancient god!

The whole world seemed to have stopped.