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Xiao Yefeng understood that this matter could no longer be resolved through reason. It had long been established among practitioners that the strongest would prevail; whoever had the might would have the say. Now that the Pope was being unreasonable, Xiao Yefeng could only resolve the issue in his own way.
"Feng, you must be cautious. Robert's strength should be above yours. I suspect the Pope has transferred some of his power to him!" After contemplating, Li Xiangjun felt this was the only way to address the problem and earnestly advised Xiao Yefeng.
"Don't worry!" Xiao Yefeng replied as he picked up the Black Sword and walked towards Saint Robert.
At that moment, Robert had already taken a position of advantage within the Inner Sanctuary, surrounded by an aura that could supply the Saint Child with Holy Light Power. This was clearly an unfair advantage. However, Xiao Yefeng was confident he could defeat this Saint Child because his half-finished Observer's Eye had revealed Robert's weaknesses.
As Li Xiangjun had pointed out, Robert's power was formidable, potentially exceeding Xiao Yefeng's by a factor of two. Yet this power continuously flowed back into the Pope, indicating that it was borrowed strength. Xiao Yefeng had already discerned Robert's true capabilities during the earlier struggle for Liu Yiyi.
Robert's cultivation level was inferior to Xiao Yefeng's; he seemed to be someone who forcibly summoned Inner Force. If he couldn't even control his own power, how could he manage borrowed strength? At this moment, Xiao Yefeng could only describe Robert—who shone like a light bulb—with eight words: all show and no substance!
Nevertheless, Robert was indeed filled with anger and strength. He reached out, summoning a dazzling silver longsword from the White Jade Platform. The sword measured two feet seven inches in length and was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it shimmered with an extraordinary glow under the endless Holy Light. As Robert gently caressed the blade, white light emanated from it as if white feathers were falling.
"Despicable! The Sword of Judgment, one of the three sacred artifacts of the Church! Feng, this sword is one of the few existing spiritual weapons capable of amplifying strength by over twenty percent," Li Xiangjun immediately warned upon seeing the longsword.
"Did you hear that? Kneel down and become my Church's guardian, and I will spare you! Otherwise—"
Before Robert could finish his threat, Xiao Yefeng interrupted, "Is this your last words? How unpleasant! A good sword deserves a worthy master. With your superficial prowess, you can only insult this blade!"
"You!" Robert seethed with rage. With a flick of his wrist beneath a flurry of white feathers, he thrust the sword directly at Xiao Yefeng's throat.
"Sword of Holy Light Judgment!"
Robert's eyes were filled with cold killing intent as his figure flickered with Holy Light, giving him an almost invisible presence. At that moment, the Sword of Judgment transformed into a white waterfall, cascading down endless feathers. Amongst those drifting feathers emerged a Winged Envoy that shot towards Xiao Yefeng like a streak of light.
This sword named Judgment varied in potency depending on its wielder; the stronger the user, the more solidified it became. With the Pope’s power behind him, Robert’s Winged Envoy was nearly materialized as it thrust its golden-glowing longsword towards Xiao Yefeng.
"I've long since grown tired of your insults towards this sword!" At this moment, Xiao Yefeng remained still. Gripping his sword with his right hand, he traced three Talisman symbols in the air with his left hand. In an instant, three Talisman shields formed before him like a giant barrier. The sword of judgment collided with the Talisman shield and transformed into a flurry of radiant feathers.
"Hmph, you fell for it. Divine Destruction!"
Robert seemed to have anticipated that Xiao Yefeng would be able to block this strike. With a single move exhausted, he vanished from his original position and reappeared as three Roberts attacking Xiao Yefeng from three different directions. The three sword blades transformed into a flurry of light feathers, each feather representing a sword strike. This was the Ultimate of Holy Light Power, a feat only achievable with the Pope's covert assistance.
Faced with the onslaught of light feathers, Xiao Yefeng glared at the Pope. Although his strength was inferior to the Pope's, under the Observer's Eye, he had already seen that just moments ago, when Robert was running out of power, a beam of light shot from the Pope's White Jade Staff and struck Robert, aiding him in executing this deadly move. It was clear that the intention was not to spare him; rather, it was to eliminate him.
"Hmph, I will teach Your Excellency not to let this one escape. Under Divine Destruction, there is no way he can survive!" declared a paladin under the Pope.
"Indeed, this one destroyed the Holy Grail. Although it was a replica, it still represented our Church's dignity. Such a person must be killed to quell the public outrage!" another paladin added.
"If he manages to escape, I will eat this table! The Saint Child will surely slay him. I am just half a step away from advancing further; after this blessing, I will be promoted. Damn that Eastern man!" several paladins muttered among themselves.
Regardless of their discussions, these individuals had already sentenced Xiao Yefeng to death. Divine Destruction was one of the Church's most powerful attack techniques; it seemed no one had ever escaped unscathed from it. Moreover, without the Pope's approval, no one could master this technique—not even these paladins—only half-step holy knights could learn it.
"Despicable! Despicable! Pope, you are playing with lives! I will return and inform the President; you all wait to face the wrath of the East!" Li Xiangjun shouted from outside the door.
At that moment, the Pope had made up his mind: this boy must be eliminated. To withstand his pressure without faltering was unprecedented; Xiao Yefeng was the first in True Spirit Realm to do so. Even Jiang Xing from years past could not manage it. Now, a twenty-year-old youth had endured it. The Pope resolved that even if it meant offending the Metaphysics Society, this boy must be eradicated—after all, enmity between East and West was not something that could be settled easily; adding one more enemy would not make a difference.
Just when everyone present—including Li Xiangjun—believed there was no way Xiao Yefeng could escape unscathed, he moved. He threw out a handful of Yellow Talismans—at least a hundred—and these Yellow Talismans scattered like flying snowflakes. Holding his sword Ling Kong in one hand, Xiao Yefeng inscribed talismans with precision. For those with keen eyes, they would notice that not all these talismans were blank; some already bore Vermilion Talisman inscriptions.
However, there were only a few Yellow Talismans with Vermilion Talisman inscriptions. As Xiao Yefeng's sword blade swept through them, Golden Cyan's Carefree Righteousness connected with these talismans. As he sheathed his sword against his chest and silently recited a spell, all the blank talismans suddenly flashed with light, revealing identical talisman forms across all of them.
Seeing this display, Li Xiangjun quietly stepped back two paces to avoid standing at the doorway. Her heart sank; with such a move, the Church’s proud Cathedral would likely collapse!
"Die! Heretic!" Robert shouted as three swords converged into a massive Sword of Judgment that descended directly into the Yellow Talismans above Xiao Yefeng's head.
"We practitioners go against fate; gods are merely special beings bound by obsession with divinity as their ultimate goal and are destined to be held captive by gods for life! Humanity shall prevail!" Xiao Yefeng's voice resonated throughout every heart within the Cathedral like a tolling bell that lingered long after it had sounded.
Even Li Xiangjun outside the door felt that Xiao Yefeng's Dao Heart cultivation had already surpassed her own. It wasn't that Li Xiangjun lacked confidence; rather, the current strength was so unacceptable that such a thought could arise. With Qi nearly depleted and relying solely on her own understanding of cultivation, how could she entertain the idea of surpassing a generation of Second-Generation Immortals or deities?
"Rebel against the gods, shamelessly boasting, prepare to bear the wrath of the divine! Holy Sword Slash!" The sword's edge struck down onto a Yellow Talisman. At that moment, Xiao Yefeng shook his head with a smile. Although his face was pale and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, he knew he had won!
"Spirit of the Departed as the guide, thunder as the descent, earth fire as protection, Thunderfire Array, annihilate the divine!" As Xiao Yefeng thrust his Black Sword into the ground, a spiderweb-like crack appeared around the sword tip, spreading from him throughout the Cathedral until it halted at the steps beneath the Pope, illuminated by a beam of white light.
At that moment, Robert charged into the Yellow Talisman with his Sword of Judgment. The Yellow Talisman impaled on his sword suddenly turned to ash. Just then, an inexplicable bolt of lightning struck Robert's Sword of Judgment, causing a paralyzing sensation that nearly made him drop his weapon.
Unbeknownst to Robert, this was just the beginning of his tribulation. As he descended from above, he saw all the Yellow Talismans around him flickering simultaneously before turning to ash. Countless currents struck his sword's edge, and his hand gripping the sword began to char. This was not yet the end; flames erupted from the ground before him, crawling up along the sword like maggots.
"Don't!" Robert screamed in terror as he dropped his Sword of Judgment and attempted to retreat. However, each time he landed, flames ignited beneath his feet. Eventually, Robert found himself exhausted and collapsed to the ground, engulfed in flames while a faint white holy light enveloped him in an attempt to resist the earth fire's assault.
This was why Xiao Yefeng was confident in defeating him; forcibly summoned power was nothing but a joke. Without true strength at heart, even this Saint Child could not become a strong warrior despite possessing world-destroying power. At this moment, cracks caused by Symbol Fire burned throughout Glorious Sanctuary, proving that Li Xiangjun's actions were correct—the inner hall's door had already been ignited by Symbol Fire and lay in ruins on the steps.
Now holding the Sword of Judgment aloft, Xiao Yefeng felt a pure force repelling his grip. After channeling his spiritual energy to lock onto the sword body, he gently caressed its blade. With a ringing sound, he shook his head and said, "A fine sword indeed, yet it is covered in dust!"
However, who would have thought that Xiao Yefeng would lower his sword directly toward Robert's throat using the Church's holy weapon? If this strike landed, it would be nothing short of a joke—and that was exactly what Xiao Yefeng wanted.
None of the other holy knights anticipated this; not even Li Xiangjun could foresee Xiao Yefeng's audacity—having won yet still intent on killing someone right before the Pope’s eyes. With no mercy in his heart, Xiao Yefeng swung down swiftly; so fast that even one of the Four Holy Knights at the entrance, Davis, failed to see how quickly the blade fell.
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