"I am the newly appointed Cardinal Carlos Mel! Purple-Gold Blood Emperor, the Church has lost, and now you are the winners. I believe continuing the slaughter benefits no one; why not sit down and talk?" Carlos wiped the blood from his face, stubbornly staring at Xia Hau, even though he was oppressed by his aura, he stood firm.
A glimmer of light flashed in Xia Hau's eyes; this Carlos looked much more pleasing than that Pope.
"Wait here first; we'll talk after everything is settled! Bach, control the Church's people. Zixuan, you come with me to help Xiao Qing."
Xia Hau left with Long Zixuan and the others, sweeping his sleeve, while Carlos watched his back in silence for a long time.
Bang—boom—several consecutive blasts, An Yiqing plummeted from mid-air to the ground. Rubble flew, and the ground was devastated. An Yiqing laid in the large pit, covered in blood.
