"His Majesty the Great Pope of the Sith!"

As soon as the gate of the tower was pushed open, the first thing Wang Ting saw was a figure in the large practice room in the center of the top floor of the tower.

"The No. 1 Powerful Person in the Western Continent."

Wang Ting strode up and soon came to the figure sitting cross-legged on the cushion.

Pope Sith Pro!

The most powerful person in the Western continent.

The entire Sith Empire was integrated with the entire Sith Empire, and within decades, it will develop to the existence of the most powerful empire on the continent, which is almost equivalent to the ASEAN subordinate forces.

The Sith Empire was definitely the lowest among the top forces in the Western continent. It can be said that it is all due to Pope Pro, the Sith Empire.

Because of him, the Sith Empire ended a long-term civil strife like ASEAN.

Because of him, the major cultivation holy places and major powerful sects of the Sith Empire, were forcibly integrated into a whole, living together in the holy mountain, and contributing his own strength to the development and growth of the Sith Empire.

Because of him, the Sith Empire had a stabilizing needle. Even if there were huge turmoil and huge changes on the road to integration, as long as he had a word, the Sith Empire could find the direction of progress and spiritual guidance, thereby conquering difficulties.

Because of him, countless public welfare academies emerged in the Sith Empire. Innumerable young people no longer have to bear huge learning costs. They entered the academy and achieved success in their studies, serving the country and serving the Sith Empire. The national strength of the entire Sith Empire is changing with each passing day, and glory is one of the representatives.

Pope Pro of the Siths achieved the entire Sith Empire with his own strength.

It is precisely because of the existence of Pope Pro and the Sith Empire that it can have the prosperity today, be ambitious and courageous, want to conquer the world and unify the continent.

"His Majesty the Pope."

The Ascetic King looked at the figure sitting cross-legged on the cushion and bowed respectfully, with a tone of respect from the heart and soul.

"I'm here to help you."

Pope Pro nodded slightly to the ascetic King.

"Unexpected."

The first time Wang Ting entered the hall of this tower, his eyes were fixed on the strongest man in the Western continent, and he remained silent for a long time.

Pope Sith Pro.

The most powerful person in the Western continent.

The entire Western continent. All the shadows that cannot be swept away in the minds of all sword saints, and the nightmare that cannot be erased.

This continent's most powerful man existed for one day. In the minds of all the sword saints in the Western Continent, it seemed like a huge rock was pressed. The previous second strong man in the continent, Xifeng Lie, was like this, the third strong man in the Tianshui Palace, was like this, the Lord of the Polar Land, was like this, Xue Wuhen, and even the new Koros, Xia Wushang and others who were later promoted to the realm of the sword saint were the same.

The Pope of the Sith is the sky that will never collapse. With suffocating pressure, everyone cannot breathe. Everyone's spirit is almost broken, and everyone's heart will tremble unstoppably as soon as they mention this name.

Pope Sith!

This name is like a terrifying curse, a nightmare that lingers deep in everyone's souls, tormenting everyone's hearts.

But now...

"Great Pope Sith! The strongest man in the Western continent, His Majesty Pro, who has been at the throne of the strongest man for decades, I have tried all my best, reluctant to part with day and night, practiced hard for several years, and came to your tower with anticipation, trying to fight you truly and decide who is the true number one master in the world, but now, you are here to see me with this face!"

Wang Ting said.

There was no peace of the past in his tone.

At the beginning, my tone was still very emotional, but at the end, my voice suddenly became a harsh question that pointed directly at my mind.

"A few months ago, I could condense the sword force and rush into the sword force Mahayana and become the real sword force Mahayana. However, no matter how I try, no matter how I condense, no matter what method I use, I can never succeed. Why? Because the momentum, because my momentum is the number one in the world, the most powerful person in the world. Only by becoming the real world can my momentum be truly perfect. The true Mahayana can truly reach the highest level. As long as I don't defeat you one day, I will not be the best in the world in this world, and I will not be able to condense the most powerful in the world in the world. Unless I am willing to give up this sword force and practice other sword force, I will never be able to rush into the Mahayana and the Mahayana!"

"How powerful, how heroic, how arrogant, how arrogant the Pope of the Sith was back then. Even when you faced Lord Storm with the Mahayana of swords, the determination and courage you showed almost made my mind sway, making me unable to help asking myself, if it were me, could I challenge the Lord Storm like a small human body like you, with a tiny human body, and you almost shook my faith at that moment!"

“But now…”

Royal Court looked at the Pope Sith in front of him...

No!

To be precise, he is an old man.

An old man who seems to be in his twilight years.

The snow-white silver hair made him older, and the weakness of his soul made him even more obvious that he had reached the end. Although there was still a powerful force in his body, even this force seemed to carry the sharpness of the sharpness, just like the sword intent in the Red Eagle Lord's body...

but!

These are like the moon in the mirror and the flowers in the water, which may turn into bubbles at any time.

"Wang Ting, you are not beyond my expectations. In you, I saw a natural and impeccable illusion. If I read it correctly, you have now cultivated into the eight major realms of Great Perfection, the Great Perfection Realm. I understand the difficulty and power of practicing this realm. I will cultivate the realm of nothingness. In addition to your peak sword saint's cultivation, even if I am in my heyday, the winning rate against you will be quite slim."

The Pope Sith in front of him was not as high as before, and he was no longer as good as before. He was as if he had been in his twilight years. He was just an old man who had entered his twilight years and seemed to be at any time.

"The world's number one momentum, the world's number one momentum. Back then, you always said that you would become the world's number one. I feel regretful to practice for the world's fame, but now, I seem to understand the persistence in your heart and the belief in your heart..."

"You understand my persistence and my beliefs, but you, His Majesty Pope Pro, have disappointed me so much."

"Haha, take it away. I have been sitting in the first person for so many years. My existence has made all the geniuses in the whole continent unable to breathe. Xia Wushang is like this, Korus is like this, glory is like this, and even you, Wang Ting, you are like this."

"No! For me, this is not pressure, but a spur! Without your existence, perhaps I might not have been able to achieve today's achievements at such a fast speed."

"Yeah."

Pope Sith had calmness and freedom in his eyes.

"Your current strength can get everything you want. No one in the whole continent can stop you, the best in the world, Wangting, from now on, you will be the best in the world after I, the best."

"No!"

Wang Ting suddenly took a step forward, his eyes became extremely sharp, he looked directly at Pulu, shouting loudly: "Pluo, in order to get the world's number one, I took action to siege you with Xi Fenglie and others. At that time, I thought that if I killed you, I could get the title of No. 1 in the world, and I could become the real No. 1 in the world, but as my cultivation gradually improved, I understood that the world's number one is just an appearance, the world's number one on the surface, what I want is not the reputation of No. 1 in the world, but the world's first in the state of mind, the world's first recognized, and the world's first in the world. If I don't think I am No. 1 in the world, it's just a matter of

It is because everyone in the world thinks that I have the best in the world, and that is just an empty and a vain. Now, looking at the entire Western continent, including you, no one is my opponent anymore, and no one can pose any threat to me anymore. The number one in the world is within my reach. However, this kind of first person is not the number one in the world that I recognize, but not the number one in the world that I want. The number one in the world that I want must defeat you, Pro! The great Pope of the Sith! The Pope of the Sith that shook my beliefs back then, the most powerful person in the continent who could draw his sword against the Lord of Storm back then!"

"The royal court must not be rude to His Majesty the Pope!"

The ascetic king beside him saw that Wang Ting was trying hard to force the Sith Pope, who was like a god in his mind, shouted loudly, and immediately took a quick step forward.

However, he had just taken this step, and a thunderous roar had already sounded in the spiritual world.

"roll!"

"Boom!"

After the secret spiritual technique of the Thunder Realm shocked the entire spirit of the Ascetic Saint King, Wang Ting's sword force that he waved casually had already killed him.

This formerly entered ASEAN alone and captured the royal court in front of the three sword saints. The powerful sword saint, who was easily killed by the royal court, was bombarded without any resistance. He was in mid-air and had already spit out a mouthful of blood. After smashing out of the hall, he slid more than ten meters away. He struggled and could not get up.
Chapter completed!