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"Ding!"
The sword swept through the rubble behind Robert's head, but it missed its target. At that moment, Robert had already been pulled close by the Pope, yet he was incomplete; his right arm had been severed at the root, the wound perfectly rounded, emanating a holy white light.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yefeng, with a hint of melancholy in his voice, remarked, "A fine sword, untouched by blood; what a pity!" No one knew what Xiao Yefeng lamented or what he found regrettable. Perhaps it was that the sword lacked a worthy master, or perhaps it was that it had not killed Robert with a single strike.
Just as Xiao Yefeng's sword descended, the Pope immediately intervened to save Robert. Xiao Yefeng had anticipated this move from the Pope regarding the Nine Yang Absolute Pulse wielder. He swiftly adjusted his sword's trajectory upward, aiming for Robert's throat. The Pope yanked hard, altering Robert's direction. Although he could no longer harm Robert, who would have thought that out of fear, Robert would swing his arm?
In an instant, his arm collided with the sharp Sword of Judgment, severing it cleanly. Xiao Yefeng showed no mercy; he directed his sword to channel his Qi into Robert's meridians. This Qi acted like a ticking time bomb—if left unchecked, it would shatter all of Robert's meridians. With murderous intent, Xiao Yefeng had no intention of letting Robert escape. This Qi enveloped Robert's heart meridian.
When the time came for countless arrows to pierce through his heart meridian, even a deity would find it difficult to save him.
At this moment, the Pope openly intervened to save Robert. Clearly, Xiao Yefeng had already gained the upper hand. The Pope's aged face revealed no emotion as he spoke: "Leave the holy sword and you may go."
The white holy light that had bound Liu Yiyi suddenly vanished, and Lu Zhan was also freed and brought to Xiao Yefeng's side. Xiao Yefeng pushed both of them toward Li Xiangjun and then declared, "According to the rules of dueling, everything belonging to the loser will belong to the victor. So I’m sorry; I will be taking this sword!"
Xiao Yefeng's words pierced like barbed steel needles into the hearts of those from the Church. The holy sword was to be taken away? How could that be possible! Among the three sacred artifacts of the Church, the Light Pearl had long been lost and the Holy Shield was already damaged; only this Sword of Judgment remained—a symbol of the Church’s glory that could never be handed over to Xiao Yefeng.
At this moment, not only were the arriving bishops and holy knights agitated, but even Pope Arthur—who had maintained a stoic expression—was genuinely enraged and reached out to retaliate. However, just then a streak of light shot into the inner hall, landing on Pope Arthur’s throne was a crumpled Yellow Talisman Paper.
Upon seeing this crumpled Yellow Talisman Paper, Pope Arthur’s expression changed drastically. Cautiously tucking it away after taking a deep breath, he said, "I cannot give you anything for the holy sword. This incident is our Church’s fault. How about this: one thousand—no! Two thousand spirit stones! I will redeem this trophy belonging to Huaxia—the Sword of Judgment. What do you think?"
When he mentioned one thousand spirit stones, it was clear he had been attacked by something and could only offer two thousand in response. Ultimately, he seemed to be seeking someone’s approval. Xiao Yefeng certainly did not believe that Pope Arthur was speaking to him directly; however, something capable of suppressing Pope Arthur’s anger must have been aiding him.
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng heard a voice resonating within his Spirit Platform: "Alright, you've gained quite a bit from this; agree to his terms!"
Although he did not know who this person was, he felt certain that whoever was helping him meant well. Xiao Yefeng replied, "If that's the case, then so be it. For the sake of your esteemed elder’s face, let this matter pass!" He had no idea who was behind this but recognized that someone was indeed suppressing Pope Arthur; since that was the case, he might as well take advantage of it!
At this moment, the most confused was Li Xiangjun. After looking around, Li Xiangjun said, "Then thank you for the spirit stones, Your Excellency."
"Your Excellency, we..." At this point, Torres opened his mouth to persuade, but was silenced by Pope's cold glare.
"Torres, go fetch two thousand of the best spirit stones for them. No tricks!" Pope was sitting on pins and needles, the Yellow Talisman stuck to his abdomen. What seemed to be a Yellow Talisman that Pope had put away earlier was actually stuck to him by the Yellow Talisman itself. Although Pope appeared calm, he was already drenched in sweat.
After confirming the spirit stones, Xiao Yefeng inserted the Sword of Judgment into the stone platform and turned to support Liu Yiyi as they left. Meanwhile, Li Xiangjun pulled Lu Zhan and the others as they strode out. As they passed by, Xiao Yefeng noticed Mo Fei delaying their gaze. With a glance, Mo Fei left the area. Upon seeing Xiao Yefeng escorting Liu Yiyi out, the members of the Divine Descent Society vanished into the chaotic crowd as if they had never been there.
Torres understood why Li Xiangjun took three people away; it was clearly because they belonged to the Righteous Path and had to let them leave. However, he couldn't comprehend why Pope stopped him from pursuing the Divine Descent Society.
"Your Excellency, that group of heretics from the Divine Descent Society..." Torres began to express his viewpoint.
However, Pope frowned and said, "Torres, it seems you still cannot assess the situation after all these years! Look for yourself!"
With that, Pope pointed at Torres. A beam of pure white holy light flickered and struck Torres' forehead. A massive map of light appeared in Torres' mind. Upon seeing this map, Torres felt his hair stand on end; all members of the Divine Descent Society were ambushed in a corner outside, clearly waiting for the Church's people to pursue them. This group could not kill him, but what about his Cardinals?
Thinking of this, Torres wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Thank you for saving my life, Pope! But what about those Easterners?"
Pope waved his hand dismissively and said, "Forget it. This time I was too eager for quick results. I didn't expect that for this young man, that old man from the East would act again. After all these years, I thought he had already passed away!"
As he spoke these words, the elderly Pope seemed to age another ten years. It was a feeling of ambition being suppressed and a hero's melancholy solitude. Pope Arthur was so eager for quick results that he even risked offending Huaxia just to facilitate the Saint Child's blessing ceremony and secure a new generation's growth for the Church amid an old generation's transition. Although Arthur had stepped into a higher realm, he remained mortal; aging and death were inevitable.
In Church terms, it meant returning to the embrace of God. However, among the four Cardinals in the Church and four holy knights, none were suitable candidates. This time during the blessing ceremony, Arthur gambled on the hope that Huaxia's guardian deity had already passed away. Yet unexpectedly, Xiao Yefeng emerged first; when he planned to crush them afterward, that old man reappeared—what a miscalculation!
Robert was the most suitable heir; others might not know it, but Pope Arthur knew that Robert possessed not only Yang Absolute Pulse but also a pure heart of holy spirit—something Arthur had spent his entire life cultivating. Yet this Saint Child was born with it. This was also why Arthur risked offending Huaxia to capture Liu Yiyi.
Yang Absolute Pulse differed from Yin Jue Vein; there was an ancient method within the Church to resolve it: sacrificing a Saint Child to achieve a holy spirit body for Saint Child. Arthur had thought of everything for Robert but had not anticipated that old man was still alive.
This was one reason Arthur felt sadness, but the real source of his helplessness was that he had prepared for five years to suppress the East and seize control of the entire Extraordinary Person world. However, the appearance of the old man had completely ruined all of Arthur's plans.
Seeing the Pope's displeased expression, Torres thought for a moment before deciding to speak up. "Your Excellency, someone has recently discovered a suspected vampire in Texas. Should we send knights and bishops to subdue it?"
"Do you really need to ask me about such matters? What difference does this vampire make?" The Pope adjusted his mindset and replied.
"Your Excellency, you are wise. This vampire is a bit different; it doesn't drink human blood but specifically feeds on animal blood. Moreover, based on the samples returned, this vampire appears to be a direct descendant of a prince!" Torres explained.
"A direct descendant of a prince? Hmm! Is it from the Ferrad Family? No, that can't be right! The direct lineage of the Ferrad Family has been completely eradicated by the current head of the family. Where did this vampire come from?" The Pope pondered for a moment.
"Yes, Your Excellency, that is also why I am curious," Torres replied.
"Hmm! After the seventh day, when the Saint Child's injuries have healed, let the Saint Child lead a team with Holy Knight Jin and Kai, along with Cardinal Loff and Pock, to investigate. If this truly is a member of the Ferrad Family, we must ensure that the Saint Child absorbs this person's pure vampire bloodline! Only then will the Saint Child have a chance to complete the reconstruction of their severed limb!" The Pope declared.
However, the Pope's words left Torres quite dissatisfied. Vampires and werewolves were enemies that the Church aimed to eradicate. Yet, who was right or wrong no longer mattered; what was crucial was that both sides could draw power from each other. The purer the bloodline of the vampire, the better the Blood Energy. The two Cardinals named by the Pope were both disciples of Torres; whoever absorbed this type of vampire's Blood Energy would advance further. Yet this time, he could only sacrifice himself to help others.
Thus, Torres and Davis led the bishop and knights out of the dilapidated Cathedral. At that moment, the Pope gently stroked Robert, who had fainted beside him, sensing his condition. The Pope sighed, "What a ruthless child; he actually intended to take Robert's life. If I hadn't investigated personally, my perfect heir would have been ruined just like that!"
The Pope then took out a pearl-sized orb from his pocket and gently rubbed it against Robert's chest. Following that, he pointed his White Jade Staff at Robert's throat. As Robert's throat rolled, a stream of Golden Cyan Light erupted from his mouth, crashing directly into the ceiling above. As a result, cracks began to appear in the ceiling, gradually spreading over three or four meters.
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