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As Jin saw his weapon drawn and Xiao Yefeng still ignoring him, his anger intensified. He spoke up, "Don't look down on me, Eastern man! You'll pay the price!"
With that, a flash of white light enveloped him, and he vanished from sight, using the dazzling light above to conceal his movement. At this moment, Li Xiangjun's eyes lit up at Jin's display. It wasn't that she was betraying her side; rather, this technique was indeed impressive. It was the foundational manifestation of the Holy Light Power cultivated by Paladins, a core aspect of transitioning from a regular knight to a Paladin, and crucial for advancing to a Divine Knight.
This move was called Divine Descent, similar to the Illusion technique from Huaxia, both sharing similarities yet hiding profound mysteries. Li Xiangjun had previously sparred with Davis, who had used this technique without leaving any trace behind. Clearly, Jin had learned this directly from Davis. Although there were flaws in his execution, it was still commendable. However, Li Xiangjun worried whether Xiao Yefeng could counter this move and find its weaknesses.
With Jin's disappearance, the only barrier blocking Xiao Yefeng's path vanished as well. Ignoring the surrounding Holy Light, Xiao Yefeng stepped forward into the inner hall. Jin gritted his teeth and thought to himself that if Xiao Yefeng was going to be so arrogant, he wouldn't hold back—killing him would just be a momentary lapse!
With that resolve, Jin lunged forward with his knight's dagger aimed at Xiao Yefeng's back. A gleam of pure white light appeared on the dagger's blade; this was the divine power Jin had believed in since childhood. With a single-minded intent to kill Xiao Yefeng, his speed increased by twenty percent. The dagger pierced into Xiao Yefeng’s body, but instead of blood, it was enveloped in shimmering Holy Light that forced him to abandon any resistance.
At that moment, Li Xiangjun swayed as if to intervene but was held back by Davis and Torres. Torres said firmly, "In battles between peers, it's natural for emotions to run high. I believe Jin will show mercy; don't worry, old friend!"
However, Torres secretly thought to himself that Jin should not show mercy—this kid had entered True Spirit at such a young age! If he were allowed to grow stronger, even if they found two more Saint Children in the West, it would be futile!
Just as both sides were about to argue further, Jin's expression changed because he felt something was off—the sensation of his sword piercing flesh was wrong; it was a fake! Just as he prepared to retract his sword, Xiao Yefeng's body transformed into Azure Smoke. A Yellow Talisman slipped from the blade—a Substitution Talisman!
Seeing this scene shocked even Li Xiangjun half to death. However, she scratched her head in disbelief; this kid had quite a few good items in hand—he even possessed a long-lost Substitution Talisman!
Realizing that what he had struck was merely a Yellow Talisman substitute made Torres tense up. The strange spells of Huaxia were indeed peculiar; why couldn't such good things belong to the West? Just then, a figure appeared behind Jin. Sensing someone there, Jin swung his sword horizontally but once again encountered another severed Yellow Talisman.
Another swing missed its target; Jin felt humiliated for the first time in years. Enraged, he summoned Holy Light Power behind him as a humanoid figure with wings began to take shape—a Combat Avatar!
This was exclusive to the Church's Paladins; condensing faith into a Combat Avatar was key for the Church in combating vampires and werewolves. Meanwhile, Davis shook his head; though he restrained Li Xiangjun out of duty, he recognized that Jin would surely lose.
As Jin concentrated on forming his Combat Avatar, an elongated gift box appeared out of nowhere and struck him squarely on the forehead. Instantly, Jin staggered back with blood streaming from his nose and mouth as half-formed avatar dissipated. His faith shattered; internal and external injuries manifested simultaneously as he collapsed to the ground. This sight left Li Xiangjun stunned—what kind of countermeasure was this? From start to finish, it seemed Xiao Yefeng hadn't moved at all.
The two Substitution Talismans executed perfectly delivered a stunning blow; one of the Twelve Holy Knights of the Church—Jin—was left severely injured. At that moment Torres attempted to stop Xiao Yefeng but was held back by Li Xiangjun who smiled and said, "Let them fight it out!"
With Jin defeated, Xiao Yefeng stood at the entrance of the inner hall with the Soul-Severing Black Sword in hand. He pushed open the grand doors revealing an interior filled with brilliant golden light—pure and elegant—beyond description.
However, what puzzled Xiao Yefeng was that inside stood only a priest officiating an engagement ceremony and a magnificent golden staircase flanked by four or five men in white robes on either side. Atop the grand staircase sat an elderly man wearing a crown and holding a White Jade Staff as he looked down upon the ceremony unfolding below.
At that moment, the priest had just asked, "Is there anyone among the gathered who opposes this ceremony?"
Those familiar with Western traditions understood that this question was often asked at weddings, and it was usually a formality. However, today, this question was crucial. At that instant, Xiao Yefeng burst through the door and declared loudly, "I object!"
His four words rang out powerfully, startling the priest so much that he dropped the book he was holding. Hearing this voice, Liu Yiyi turned around to see Xiao Yefeng glaring angrily at the elderly man on the steps. Liu Yiyi shook her head and said, "Brother Xiao, just go back. These people are too formidable!"
"I've long since moved on; no one has the right to control your fate, not even him!" Soul-Severing Black Sword pointed at the elderly man seated above. The people standing on either side of the steps instantly glared at Xiao Yefeng, their hands resting on their knightly swords.
Ignoring them, Xiao Yefeng walked straight towards Liu Yiyi, grabbing her hand and heading for the exit. At that moment, the ordinary priest was overwhelmed by the murderous aura radiating from Xiao Yefeng and collapsed to the ground.
The man who had been holding Liu Yiyi's hand, Saint Robert, tightened his grip on her wrist and said, "Do you dare to ruin this sacred ceremony? And insult my adoptive father? It seems an unrelated duel is inevitable."
"Enough with the nonsense! Let go of your filthy hands!" With one hand gripping his sword, Xiao Yefeng swung his scabbard towards Robert's wrist. To protect himself, Robert had no choice but to release Liu Yiyi's hand.
The scabbard flew like an arrow and struck the white stone altar in front of the priest. The silver Holy Grail atop the altar shattered as the scabbard broke it apart. At this moment, the elderly man on the throne showed no change in expression while everyone else glared angrily at Xiao Yefeng. Those with swords drew their weapons.
"That's enough!" A frail voice came from the elderly man on the throne, causing everyone to reluctantly sheath their swords. Robert also turned to look at the elder.
"You are the Pope?" Xiao Yefeng asked bluntly.
"Yes," Pope Arthur nodded.
"I find it puzzling how the Church can stand alongside us in China with such a style of conduct; I cannot agree with it!" Xiao Yefeng stated directly.
"Cough! Young man, you don't understand. For everyone's sake, someone must make sacrifices. Do you think one person's life is more important than that of a group?" Pope Arthur replied.
"Even if the quantity of life isn't equal, its quality is. Why should an unrelated person pay a price for others' benefit? Don't you think that's cruel?" Xiao Yefeng spoke candidly.
"Heh heh, perhaps so. But someone always has to sacrifice; it may be cruel, but it's indeed a fact!" Pope Arthur chuckled lightly.
"So you want to sacrifice my people from Huaxia to achieve your goals for the Westerners? Have you asked Huaxia for their consent?" Xiao Yefeng's tone suddenly shifted, his imposing presence bearing down on the Pope.
"Defeat the Saint Child, and I will let you return. Otherwise, you can stay here in my Church and accept my guidance!" The Pope waved his hand, and a beam of pure white light shot towards Xiao Yefeng and Liu Yiyi. In an instant, Xiao Yefeng felt something slip from his grasp; Liu Yiyi was pulled directly to the Pope's side, while Li Xiangjun, who had just entered, found herself blocked outside the door.
Feeling trapped by the holy light, Xiao Yefeng chuckled, "Is this what your Church is about? Using divine power to contend against the True Spirit Realm?"
Meanwhile, Li Xiangjun spoke from outside, her voice steady. "Pope, you have already taken my people from Huaxia and captured members of my Metaphysics Society. Now you are making things difficult for us. It seems that the conflict between East and West has already been ignited by your Church!"
"I know nothing of today's events," the Pope replied dismissively. "Since there is a misunderstanding between both sides, and we are all cultivators, let us resolve this as I suggested: a duel. If you win, you can take this girl and that person with you!" He pointed to Lu Zhan, who was bound tightly in a corner of the hall. "If we win, you may take the girl and this person with you, but he will belong to me!"
The person he referred to was naturally Xiao Yefeng. Li Xiangjun could hardly believe that the Pope would resort to such underhanded tactics. In terms of cultivation level, she was no match for him; even Jiang Xing could only hold his own against the Pope. At this moment, Jiang Xing was unable to come personally due to their agreement, leaving the Pope free to act without restraint.
"Are you provoking Eastern cultivators?" Li Xiangjun questioned sharply.
"Of course not. However, this girl's mother personally entrusted her to my adopted son Robert for an engagement ceremony. Now that she has come to disrupt it, as a Law Enforcer of the West, I have every right to make a choice. You were the ones who broke the agreement first!" The Pope maintained his composure despite his old age.
"You—" Li Xiangjun began to respond.
But at that moment, Xiao Yefeng interjected, "Vice President, leave it to me. I will handle my sister's matters!"
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