"Rather than calling me a young man, I'd prefer you call me Ye Xuan. Yes, my name is Ye Xuan, and I am the new Pope. If you don't accept me, then you... can go die."
Ye Xuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he shouted fiercely.
"Clang!"
The black blade in Ye Xuan's hand emitted a crisp sound, showing he was utterly fearless.
"So, you're the successor handpicked by Pope Stuart. Your power is indeed formidable! But unfortunately, your personality is entirely unsuitable to be the Pope."
Archbishop Chris sneered a few times, then took a staff from his chest. This staff was blood-red, as if burned by flames. He stared coldly at Ye Xuan and shouted incredulously.
"Is that so?"
Ye Xuan smiled disdainfully and questioned, "If you think I'm unsuitable, then you should die!"
With those words, Ye Xuan did not hesitate. He raised his sword and, with extreme speed, charged towards Archbishop Chris.
"Reckless brat. Among the seven red-robed archbishops, I, Chris, am the strongest."
