Chapter 628 532: Rescuing Ji Xichan

Amidst the clouds, Ji Shenyun watched Ji Xichan, whose eyes were vacant as if she were a string puppet.

To be precise, she was looking at the Goddess Statue next to Ji Xichan, thinking to herself:

'This is my divine body. Back then, Yuan Tianming was going to help me break the seal on the Kunlun Secret Realm, so I gave him the divine body handed down by the Asura Race...

To think that in the end, he gave it to this girl from the Dao Sect?'

As Ji Shenyun frowned in observation, Pei Yuhang was taking advantage of her presence, condemning the Chosen Organization Bishops below. He declared that their disrespect for the Empress was a death sentence.

Ji Shenyun shot Pei Yuhang a look and said coldly,

"Pei Yuhang, are you flattering me because you want me to intervene?"

Faced with Ji Shenyun's question, Pei Yuhang lowered his head and pretended not to hear.

"Hmph. I'll deal with you later when I have time."

'Tch... Who's going to be dealing with whom is still up in the air. Every single time, aren't you the one who ends up crying until you pass out...'

Of course, Pei Sword Immortal only dared to grumble this silently. With so many people watching, he couldn't possibly disrespect Ji Shenyun.

Meanwhile, Ji Shenyun saw several Bishops, provoked by Pei Yuhang and Nangong Jin, preparing to form seals to cast Spirit Core Soul Revival.

She narrowed her eyes, and a colossal, black-and-gold Dharma Aspect erupted behind her.

"Fools. To think a few taunts are enough to make you want to attack me. You're truly courting death!"

As the colossal Dharma Aspect raised its fist to strike, the Red-robed Pope, who was surrounded by numerous Bishops, turned and said hoarsely,

"Stop her."

With that said, he stepped in front of Ji Xichan to protect the precious "key to the Abyssal Sea Palace" from the battle's aftershocks.

"Let her go."

Just as Ji Shenyun made her move, a handsome figure in white appeared behind the Red-robed Pope.

The Red-robed Pope slowly turned, a crimson light churning in his scarlet eyes.

Pei Yuhang's gaze was as sharp as a sword as he fearlessly met the Pope's stare. His slender fingers formed a sword formula, a dazzling golden light condensing at his fingertips. His whole presence was like that of a drawn sword, sharp and unconcealed.

"You're a Sword Cultivator, yet you are unarmed. How do you propose to stop me?"

As soon as the Red-robed Pope finished speaking, an overwhelming Suppression erupted from him. Wherever his gaze fell, space itself was dyed scarlet, twisting and trembling.

A wave of crimson Pupil Power, strong enough to crush mountain ranges, surged toward Pei Yuhang like a raging sea of blood.

'No spellcasting... he can do this much with Pupil Power alone. His blood-red eyes... why have I never read about a similar Divine Ability in any of the scriptures!'

As this thought crossed Pei Yuhang's mind, he thrust out his left palm. Pure Yang True Qi instantly formed a radiant barrier before him.

As golden light flowed across the barrier, he drew upon his own vast Qi Sea to hold fast against the overwhelming crimson Suppression.

At the same time, his right hand, formed into a sword-finger, slashed through the air. Countless strands of Pure Yang Sword Qi shot out like silk, aiming for all the acupoints on the Red-robed Pope's body!

"Sword Qi Silk? No matter how many fancy tricks you perform with your Sword Qi, it can't hide the weakness of a Sword Cultivator who has no sword."

The crimson light in the Red-robed Pope's eyes intensified, and a torrential wave of Blood Evil Qi erupted like a volcano, instantly shattering the sky-spanning Sword Silk.

At this very moment, a figure in simple white seized the opportunity, streaking down from the sky like a flash of lightning and aiming straight for Ji Xichan behind the Red-robed Pope!

"Stop."

The Red-robed Pope didn't even turn his head, his hoarse voice laced with a bone-chilling cold.

In that instant, the crimson space around him pulsed with an extreme cold and an even deeper red. In a heartbeat, the entire area froze into a mountain of blood-red ice!

CRACK, CRACKLE—

Nangong Jin's pupils constricted, a look of shock frozen on her exquisite features.

Her outstretched fingertips were only three inches from Ji Xichan, but she was trapped in the ice, unable to move even a fraction closer.

"Junior Sister Nangong!" Pei Yuhang roared, the golden light in his eyes flaring.

"Hmph, luring the tiger from the mountain?" the Red-robed Pope chuckled lowly. A hand as withered as a ghoul's claw shot out from his wide sleeve, aiming straight for Pei Yuhang's throat.

"You should worry about yourself first!"

As the ghoulish hand closed in, Pei Yuhang sensed an overpowering aura of death coming from it.

It seemed that if he were caught, he would be in grave danger from its deathly energy, despite possessing a Giant Sun Saint Body with its immense Life Force.

With the two of them just inches apart, Pei Yuhang suddenly saw it clearly: under the Red-robed Pope's mask, the pupils in his eyes had bizarrely split in two!

A demonic, crimson light swirled within them, as if some inhuman entity were peering into the mortal world through them.

'Those aren't human eyes...'

After a brief pause, Pei Yuhang acted decisively, biting the tip of his tongue to activate his Essence Blood.

BOOM!!!

A blazing golden sun erupted from within his body, its blinding light illuminating the nearby sea as bright as day.

The terrifying heat instantly vaporized the surrounding rock, and the exposed sand on the seabed melted into sparkling Liuli.

To avoid disrupting Ji Xichan's summoning of the Abyssal Sea Palace, the Red-robed Pope was forced to retreat.

Seizing the opportunity, while the scorching Yang Fire around him was still raging, Pei Yuhang used a blade of Pure Yang Sword Qi, condensed to its absolute limit, to shatter the blood-red ice.

Nangong Jin stumbled out, and Pei Yuhang caught her by the waist, pulling her into a swift retreat.

The Red-robed Pope tried to grab the two of them.

But suddenly, Ji Shenyun descended from the sky, throwing a punch at him.

WHOOSH—

The Red-robed Pope looked at Ji Shenyun, and as an extreme chill emanated from him, the space his gaze fell upon turned into solid scarlet ice.

However, the very same blood-ice that Pei Yuhang needed the fire of his Essence Blood to break was instantly shattered by Ji Shenyun, who merely roused her own qi and blood—a force even greater than that of a dragon-elephant.

The Red-robed Pope took a few steps back and spoke in a low, heavy voice:

"Your goal is the Abyssal Sea Palace as well, I presume? Our objectives are aligned. Why then do you insist on obstructing me?"