"First, defeat the twelve Cardinals, and then take down the four great guardian priests, and you can meet the Pope." The sweeping monk said expressionlessly.
When Wang Dadong heard this, his face twitched. Damn, even if he could defeat the twelve Cardinals and then the four guardian priests, he would likely be severely weakened. Facing the Pope after that, he might be suppressed with just a finger.
After all, no one knows the depth of the Pope's power, but that's precisely why it's terrifying.
"Brother, aren't you just messing with me?" He didn't want to use formal means, and going hard wasn't an option either. Wang Dadong became somewhat distressed.
"Even if I were joking, I wouldn't dare to joke with the Lord of Hell, would I?" Suddenly, the monk spoke.
Wang Dadong's expression changed, "Monk brother, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
"Death Knell, do you still want to hide? In front of the Holy See, there can be no secrets." The monk said coldly.
