Although Ye Xunhuan was speaking to Evelyn, his gaze rested steadily on the Lance of Longinus in Evelyn’s hand.
The design of the lance is extremely archaic, with black and gold intertwined throughout, black on both ends and gold in the middle, forming a spiral. The tip of the lance bore spots of bloodstains, crimson with an unknown age, seemingly melding into the shaft as if it had become one with the lance itself!
Staring at the Lance of Longinus in Evelyn’s hand, Ye Xunhuan’s mind was overwhelmed with emotion, realizing this thing actually does exist. It seems that former Great Emperors and rulers of ancient Rome indeed wielded this lance to wage war, and even Hitler might have used it.
"Marshal, I did not expect you to possess such power at such a young age!" Evelyn said solemnly. "Across the world, among the younger generation, if you claim to be second, no one dares claim to be first!"
Evelyn’s words were not flattery towards Ye Xunhuan, but an honest and truthful statement.
In Evelyn’s view, Ye Xunhuan, despite being merely in his twenties, possessed such might, making him the foremost among the young generation, even to the point of shaming many immortals.
"You’re wrong, I don’t claim to be first!" Involuntarily, a graceful figure appeared in Ye Xunhuan’s mind!
This figure was none other than Lian Xing, who once aided Ye Xunhuan in Guangzhou!
Back in the day, Lian Xing could withstand the force of a king, especially that move Rain Falling on Cold Sand. Even now, Ye Xunhuan feels he couldn’t withstand that move.
Most importantly, Lian Xing was around the same age as Ye Xunhuan.
Therefore, Ye Xunhuan didn’t believe he was the foremost among his peers.
"What, could there be someone stronger than you?"
"Yes!" Ye Xunhuan said heavily, "She can withstand the attack of the Protector of Huaxia all by herself!"
Evelyn’s face changed: "What?"
"You’ve been away from the world for too long. If you were involved, you’d know the story of my battle with the king in Guangzhou!" Ye Xunhuan said lightly, "She took me away right under the king’s nose!"
Evelyn couldn’t help but sigh with relief: "Huaxia is indeed the most ancient and mysterious nation, truly a place where talents emerge!"
"Evelyn, I don’t wish to be your enemy, and I can see you bear no intent to kill me either!" Ye Xunhuan’s tone shifted: "As long as you let me kill Nicholas, I will leave immediately and shall help the church with all my strength when needed!"
"That’s impossible!" Evelyn immediately shook her head, "Marshal, I won’t let you kill Nicholas here. If you want to kill him, you must step over my body first!"
"Then don’t blame me for being ruthless!"
The killing intent from Ye Xunhuan vanished, only to surge once more.
Killing intent surged, Ye Xunhuan hesitated not even a moment before launching an attack on Evelyn.
Facing Ye Xunhuan’s attack, Evelyn, holding the Lance of Longinus, remained calm, completely countering every move with precision!
At this moment, Ye Xunhuan and Evelyn fought more fiercely, each more surprised by the other—this woman was extremely formidable, truly like a War God.
Ye Xunhuan felt that even if Louis III were reborn, he would doubtlessly be weaker than Evelyn!
The most critical point was that this woman hasn’t yet used the so-called Angel’s Descent. If she did, how strong would she become?
Especially within the confines of the church.
Ye Xunhuan couldn’t imagine, and didn’t dare to imagine, but wanting him to cease now was utterly impossible!
For a moment, Ye Xunhuan’s sword moves were as dense as fine rain, one after another, creating a dazzling display, but despite this, Evelyn remained composed, unhurried.
Ye Xunhuan found himself unable to do anything to her, similarly, she seemed unable to affect Ye Xunhuan at all.
"Evelyn, let me ask you again, do you truly refuse?"
"Dream on!"
"Then don’t blame me for being heartless!"
As the words fell, Ye Xunhuan’s killing intent surged once more, instantly reaching a terrifying boiling point.
In that moment, Ye Xunhuan was like a volcano about to erupt, exuding an oppressive aura mixed with a gigantic threat.
"Taixuan Guiyi!"
The sword moved in Ye Xunhuan’s hand, and a series of sword shadows immediately floated in the air as if from a movie’s special effects.
But everyone knew, damn it, it’s no special effect, it’s real!
"Combine!"
As soon as the word was out, serried sword shadows shot towards Evelyn like arrows from a bow.
In the next moment, just as the sword shadows reached Evelyn, they suddenly fused into a giant sword, bearing down fiercely upon her!
"Crack!"
The giant sword fell, akin to thunder echoing, piercingly loud.
Seeing the giant sword descending, Evelyn’s face slightly changed, and the Lance of Longinus in her hand swiftly swung out!
"Swish!"
The Lance of Longinus swung, and a ray of red and white light flashed abruptly in the air, crashing heavily against the giant sword!
"Boom..."
A muffled noise erupted around them, jarringly loud, and a burst of energy mixed with a terrifying airflow rushed forth.
As the energy and airflow passed, the whole of Saint Peter’s Square looked as if it had been hit by a massive sandstorm in the desert, becoming extremely desolate.
Meanwhile, Michelle tightly clenched her fists, her face filled with worry and unease.
She had seen Evelyn before and knew how powerful Evelyn was. If Evelyn decided to kill Ye Xunhuan here, nothing would be certain.
After all, this was the church, where Evelyn’s strength could be exceptionally heightened.
Of course, outside, Michelle wouldn’t worry about Ye Xunhuan.
But unfortunately, this wasn’t outside.
"Clatter!"
A piercing sound emerged, akin to a deluge of rain, before Ye Xunhuan and Evelyn each seemed to suffer a major collision, simultaneously retreating backwards!
After stepping back several paces, the two of them stabilized themselves almost simultaneously!
"The sword of the great river comes from heaven..."
Ye Xunhuan’s sword emitted a dazzling light, and even the sword vibrated lightly, producing a series of dragon roars.
In the next moment, Ye Xunhuan leaped into the air.
Ye Xunhuan had just jumped into the air when a massive storm swirled up, tearing all the paving stones from Saint Peter’s Square from the ground and lifting them into the air, forming a gigantic vortex, even making the whole sky overcast, as if a torrential downpour was about to emerge.
Evelyn’s face changed dramatically, filled with shock and disbelief: "Does he... does he still have that thing?"