Chapter 631 533: "Ah Han, I've Finally Found You!

Just as Pei Yuhang finished speaking, a shroud of scarlet light enveloped the Red-robed Pope. His twisted, malformed Dragon Arm began to change back into a normal arm, and the grotesque Dragon Scales and Bone Spikes sloughed off.

Pei Yuhang watched the Red-robed Pope's aura rapidly return to its peak. Seeing that Ji Shenyun still showed no sign of breaking free from the Barrier, he said gravely,

"We can't wait any longer. We have to break this Barrier now!"

As he spoke, Pei Yuhang prepared to bite the tip of his tongue, ready to use his Essence Blood to create a massive explosion.

"Qianqian, all of you, get behind me! I'll use everything I have to shield you from the blast!"

"You can't, Brother Pei! It's too dangerous for you!"

Lin Qianyan didn't want to see Pei Yuhang take such a risk.

"There's no time to worry about that..."

"Wait, Brother Pei! Look at the sky!"

RUMBLE—

The sky boomed with thunder. The next moment, several bolts of Divine Thunder descended, striking the iceberg that imprisoned Pei Yuhang and the others like bolts of heavenly wrath.

"Sword Immortal Pei, I never thought that after so long, we would meet again to find you've already reached the Mahayana realm... Truly, the new generation surpasses the old."

The Red-robed Pope looked up, watching Xiao Jiuxing arrive through the air.

"One after another... what a nuisance."

The Red-robed Pope snorted coldly. In the blink of an eye, a curtain of blood-red light flooded the entire world.

Xiao Jiuxing's pupils contracted. He instantly felt a vicious gale sweeping up behind him.

Even though he immediately transformed his entire body into lightning, he was still a step too late.

BANG!

Xiao Jiuxing was sent flying, crashing into the ground. He coughed up a trace of blood and said in a low voice,

"Such incredible speed... faster than lightning. No wonder he was able to snatch someone from the Taoist Lord."

The Red-robed Pope looked down disdainfully at Xiao Jiuxing. Suddenly, he sensed someone speeding toward Ji Xichan. In the blink of an eye, he again became a streak of scarlet light, about to rush toward her.

However, a massive crimson-gold barrier suddenly shielded Ji Xichan, forcing the Red-robed Pope to a halt outside it.

Pei Yuhang strode calmly into the air, his cool voice firm as he said,

"Your Divine Abilities are just as I suspected. Whether it's your instant movement or your ice imprisonment, all your Magic is dependent on what you can see."

"As long as we can block your line of sight, your Divine Abilities are useless!"

The Red-robed Pope tilted his head. He first glanced at the crimson-gold barrier, then turned his cold gaze to Pei Yuhang, and to Xiao Jiuxing and Nangong Jin, who had come to support him.

"Fine. Since you insist on blocking my path to godhood, I'll just have to deal with you first."

...

Inside the crimson-gold barrier.

Chen Tiansheng frowned slightly as he looked at Ji Xichan, who was like an exquisite puppet, endlessly chanting the Divine Wondrous Scripture Blessings.

"Xichan's mind is being controlled. She can't hear our voices or control her own body right now."

"Let me try!"

Qing Yueqiu extended a finger, gathering a point of Moonlight on its tip. She transformed it into pure Sword Intent and touched it to Ji Xichan's brow, attempting to awaken her consciousness with the light.

'Damn you, Ji Xichan! My master is out there fighting to the death for you, so you'd better wake up!'

"I'll try, too."

Lin Qianyan also took out various Magical Treasures related to the Divine Soul, hoping to dispel the bloody light enveloping Ji Xichan's Divine Soul.

Chen Tiansheng glanced at Ji Xichan, then back toward the sounds of battle outside the barrier. After a moment of silence, he seemed to have made up his mind.

"Miss Qing, Saintess Lin, I'll entrust Xichan to you. I'm not skilled in matters of the Divine Soul, so I'm going out to help Fellow Daoist Pei and the others!"

"Alright. We're counting on you to help Brother Pei, Saint Son Chen!"

As she watched Chen Tiansheng's departing figure, Lin Qianyan felt a strange sense of unease.

...

「Outside.」

RUMBLE—

Dazzling lightning, like the roars of a furious dragon, bombarded the earth, bathing the entire battlefield in a stark, blinding light.

Xiao Jiuxing's hair and beard flew wildly about him, his robes whipping in the wind. He appeared to have the upper hand, but cold sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his tense cheeks.

'His speed... No, his teleportation is just too fast!'

As long as he can see, he can teleport with almost no delay. It's impossible to land a precise hit with the lightning.

Even though Pei Yuhang had seen through his opponent's weakness, they had no effective way to counter it!

This forced Xiao Jiuxing to resort to a massive, wide-area spell, launching a saturation attack that covered the entire battlefield.

But even that wasn't enough to keep up with the Red-robed Pope!

"Watch out! Great Elder, move!"

Nangong Jin, who had been waiting for an opening, suddenly saw a streak of blood-red light cut through the lightning and head straight for Xiao Jiuxing, and he quickly shouted a warning.

But it was a step too late.

Xiao Jiuxing's left arm was severed at the shoulder, spraying blood like rain.

He let out a muffled grunt and stumbled backward, his aged face contorted in agony. Still, he desperately formed a hand seal, weaving a shield of lightning to block the ensuing attack.

"Great Elder!"

Pei Yuhang leaped into the air, about to use his Pure Yang True Qi to heal the injury, but the blood-red light had already turned and was now lunging toward him.

The corners of the Red-robed Pope's mouth curled into a mocking sneer, his strange, scarlet pupils reflecting Pei Yuhang's face—

"Brother Pei!"

"Xiaohan!"

Nangong Jin and Shang Miaoyan dived to intercept, but the Red-robed Pope merely glanced at them, freezing them in place.

Just as the Red-robed Pope was about to freeze Pei Yuhang, a sharp pain once again assaulted his Sea of Consciousness, causing tears of blood to stream from his eyes.

"ARGH—"

As the Pope roared in agony, Pei Yuhang seized the opportunity, decisively lunging forward and thrusting his fingers like a sword toward his enemy's heart.

"Don't think you can stop me!"

The Red-robed Pope endured the searing pain and raised a hand to counterattack.

As their limbs clashed, the sound of striking metal rang out, and the resulting shockwave tore spiderweb-like cracks across the ground.