Volume 1 Chapter 76: The Fierce Battle Against the Pope

  A loud rumbling sound was followed by a sudden explosion of smoke and dust that completely blocked the view of Yang Feng and his companions. Yang Feng gave a decisive order for Karl and others to retreat, while he himself remained in place, watching to see what had happened. Karl and the others quickly left with Princess Lucy, returning to their ancient castle to ask for his father's help, because Karl knew who had come, and now only his father could resolve this matter.

  When the dust settled, Yang Feng saw that the place where he had just stood was hit by a deep pit with a diameter of about 4-5 meters and a depth of about 2-3 meters. Yale, who was lying beside the big pit, was enveloped in a white light, seemingly unharmed, and Yang Feng could feel that Yale's injuries were rapidly healing under the white light.

  Yang Feng looked up in the direction where the white light had just shot, but saw an old man wearing a white long gown with white hair and a face full of wrinkles, looking slightly weak, floating in mid-air. Two sharp gazes shot out from his eyes, staring tightly at Yang Feng.

  Looking at the golden scepter in the old man's hand and the golden crown on his silver hair, Yang Feng had already guessed who this old man was! He is the Pope, one of the highest leaders of the Vatican. Apart from him, the other person with a status equivalent to that of the Pope in the Vatican is the Grand Master of the Holy Knights, the only holy knight of the Vatican.

  Yang Feng also looked at the Pope floating in mid-air, estimating his strength in his heart. Ling Kong was virtual, this is something that even people who have reached the Xiantian Dacheng realm cannot do! And even if one cultivates the top-level lightness skill to reach the Xiantian Dacheng realm, they can only stay suspended in mid-air for a short while, but the Pope can remain suspended in mid-air like this, what kind of strength is required to achieve this?!

  If Yang Feng wanted to float in the air, it wasn't impossible, he just needed to spread his Blood Wings, but Yang Feng's control over the Blood Wings was still not very familiar, and while he could use them to escape, relying on them to fight would be much worse than standing on the ground.

  The Pope looked at Yang Feng for a while before lowering his head to look at Yale, who was being enveloped in white light. A sharp and serious expression revealed a hint of kindness. Yang Feng closely observed the Pope's movements, still unable to gauge the Pope's true strength and not daring to act rashly. Yang wasn't unwilling to escape; he had wanted to flee when he recognized the person as the Pope, but Yang Feng knew he couldn't get away.

  Yang Feng wanted to escape, but every time he had this intention, he felt a strong pressure coming towards him, and there was also an inexplicable force locking onto him. As long as he turned around to escape, Yang Feng was certain that the inexplicable force would strike his body, so he could only watch the Pope, carefully guarding against it.

  Surrounded by white light, Yale slowly opened his eyes and saw the Pope above him. A joyful smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he struggled to say to the Pope, "Grandpa, he is the Holy Son of the Blood Clan, you quickly catch him, he just ambushed me and injured me, you must avenge me!"

  Yang Feng heard Yale call the Pope "grandfather" and suddenly had a sense of absurdity. He never thought that Yale was actually the Pope's grandson. No wonder he had such strength at this age, and there was also that armor on his body. If it weren't for his sneak attack earlier, he would have needed to expend a lot of effort just to land one punch on Yale.

  The Pope nodded after listening to Yale's words, then said to Yale, "Good grandson, don't worry, Grandpa will catch him soon and hand him over to you for disposal, do whatever you want with him!"

  The Pope's tone was laced with malice and venom, and Yang Feng's goodwill towards the Church decreased even further after hearing his words. He had already felt a bit guilty for killing so many of the Church's personnel, but after hearing the Pope's words, that guilt disappeared instantly. Who would have thought that the Pope, who always claimed to be merciful, would say such things? It seems that the Blood Clan was right in saying that the Church is just a group of hypocrites!

  In fact, this is also the Pope's angry heart speaking out like this. If it were in peacetime, he would have said a few elegant words to cover up, but when he saw his beloved grandson Yale being injured by Yang Feng like this, the Pope couldn't pretend anymore and directly exposed his true face.

  The Pope attaches great importance to Yale because Yale is being cultivated by him to replace the position of the leader of the Knights of the Holy Light. Although the Pope claims to be the highest leader of the Vatican, he has no military power, and all the knights of the Vatican are under the jurisdiction of the leader of the Knights of the Holy Light. In order to bring the Vatican's military power into his own hands, the Pope carefully cultivated Yale.

  Yale is indeed a genius, at the age of twenty he has already reached the strength of a Sky Knight's initial stage. With the equipment given by the Pope, even against a high-ranking Sky Knight, he won't be at a disadvantage. As long as he continues to work hard and cultivate for some time, he will definitely become a Knight in the future. At that time, he can inherit the position of Captain of the Holy Knights' Order and have the opportunity to take control of the Vatican's military power!

  However, a genius nurtured by the Pope with countless efforts and heart's blood was beaten into such serious injury by Yang Feng, leaving him barely alive. How could this not make the Pope angry? Yang Feng was ruining his plan, and on top of that, he was also the Blood Clan's Holy Son, so the Pope would absolutely not let Yang Feng off.

  The Pope, after finishing speaking to Yale, waved the scepter in his hand. A white light suddenly fell from the sky without warning and hit Yale's body directly. Then, the white light lifted Yale up and flew away into the distance, seeing that the Pope did not want the subsequent battle to affect Yale's injuries.

  Yang Feng watched the Pope's movements without stopping him, and today his punch was enough to teach Yale a lesson. Although he didn't kill him, it was a pity, but now that the Pope had appeared, Yang Feng didn't have the ability to stop him from saving Yale, so he simply didn't bother. His eyes were fixed on the Pope, in case he launched a sneak attack on himself.

  After the Pope sent Yale to a place he thought was safe, he looked at Yang Feng and swung his staff again. With each swing of the golden staff in his hand, a white light would appear from different directions without warning, and then strike where Yang Feng stood.

  Yang Feng had been staring at the Pope, and when he swung his staff, Yang Feng had already reacted, dodging the white light attacks with a flash of movement. However, the Pope standing in mid-air swung his staff again, sending countless white lights crashing towards Yang Feng, creating massive craters on the ground where they struck. Yang Feng's figure darted about wildly, leaving behind numerous afterimages.

  Actually, the energy contained in this white light is the yang energy between heaven and earth. Such yang energy can't harm Yang Feng at all. On the contrary, if he absorbs some of it, his power will increase. However, during the battle, Yang Feng didn't have time to absorb it, and the yang energy contained in those white lights was too huge. Even one white light would take Yang Feng a while to absorb, let alone countless ones!

  Yang Feng didn't know why the Pope could mobilize such a huge amount of Yang energy just by waving his staff, and it was endless. He could only keep dodging, otherwise being hit by those white lights filled with Yang energy wouldn't be fun at all. However, in his heart, Yang Feng was thinking about when he could steal the Pope's staff, so that absorbing Yang energy to cultivate the Nine Suns Divine Art would become much easier!

  The Pope standing in the void saw the residual shadows scattered on the ground by Yang Feng, and also showed a hint of surprise. However, he quickly smiled slyly, his right hand continued to swing the scepter, emitting white light that struck Yang Feng, while his left hand reached into his own bosom, pulled out a golden beetle resembling a ladybug, and then casually threw it at Yang Feng!

  This beetle-like golden armor is the Vatican's Holy Beetle, which was only the size of a thumb just now. After being thrown by the Pope, it quickly grew to the size of two tables before stopping. On its body, intense white light is constantly emitted, which is hundreds of times thicker than the white light emitted by the Pope's scepter!

  The sacred beetle unfolded its wings with a brush on its back after growing larger and then rushed towards Yang Feng!