Chapter 634 534: Ye Liyuan Descends: "Who Dares Harm My Dao Companion!

"But no matter what your true objective is, it all ends now."

Pei Yuhang gently handed Yueqiu to Qianqian, then rose to his feet and stared directly at the mysterious, red-robed Pope.

"The end? No, the show is just getting started."

"You think this is where it ends?!"

The Red-robed Pope glanced at Ji Xichan, who had resumed her chanting. His crimson eyes instantly erupted with a bloody light.

He became a blur of bloody light, crossing several dozen feet in an instant.

As he appeared before Pei Yuhang, he simultaneously unleashed the Ice Cold Blood Prison to bind him while thrusting a hand wreathed in Death Black Qi at his heart.

"Brother Pei!"

"Master!"

Qing Yueqiu and Lin Qianyan both reached out to intervene, but the Red-robed Pope was too fast. Even Pei Yuhang couldn't track his movements, leaving them to watch in horror.

In the nick of time, a voice boomed.

"Who dares—to harm my husband again!!"

A jet-black Sword Qi descended from the sky. Unlike ordinary Sword Qi, this black Sword Qi was alive!

Within the Sword Qi, countless screaming, twisted wraiths clawed frantically at the Red-robed Pope with their withered arms, as if trying to drag him down into the Abyss with them.

The Red-robed Pope snorted. He retracted the hand aimed at Pei Yuhang and instead swept a wave of crimson light before him.

The bloody light deflected the jet-black Sword Qi, but several more crisscrossing streams of black Sword Qi descended. They tore through space itself, ripping open a bottomless void.

Instantly, a torrent of shrieking black wraiths poured out like a dark flood, clawing madly at the Red-robed Pope.

These were the souls of those slain by the Linyuan Sword. After death, their Divine Souls were trapped within the blade for eternity, driven as Sword Ghosts and denied reincarnation.

As the dust settled, a graceful, ice-cold figure appeared before them all.

Qing Yueqiu and Lin Qianyan both gasped when they saw who it was, their eyes widening in shock.

She touched down lightly, her ink-black skirt fanning out like a night-blooming cereus.

Her face was pale, and her jet-black eyes were as deep and unnerving as the Abyss itself. Her once-cascading black hair was now streaked with jarring strands of silver.

"Is that... Master's wife?"

Qing Yueqiu murmured, her voice laced with disbelief.

The woman before her radiated such a dark, wicked aura that she couldn't possibly associate her with the kind, almost frail woman she knew as her Master's wife, Ye Liyuan.

And yet, her appearance was unmistakably Ye Liyuan's!

"Sister Liyuan, I'm afraid she's Fallen into the Demon Dao."

"Those who Fall into the Demon Dao undergo a drastic change in temperament. We have to warn Brother Pei to be careful... cough, cough!"

Lin Qianyan said worriedly. She wanted to get up, but her body was too exhausted to stand.

Ye Liyuan ignored the commotion around her. Or perhaps, she simply didn't care about anyone else present.

"Ah Han, I've finally found you..."

She tilted her head, and only when Pei Yuhang's reflection appeared in her eyes did a gentle light appear in those abyss-black depths, like a star suddenly igniting in the endless night.

Under Lin Qianyan's worried and tense gaze, Ye Liyuan slowly walked forward and hugged the stunned Pei Yuhang.

"I missed you so much..."

Her voice carried a slight tremor, as if afraid of disturbing a fragile dream. "Don't leave me again, okay?"

Pei Yuhang could clearly feel her trembling in his arms.

That once-warm and soft body was now bone-chillingly cold, and she trembled like a child who'd done something wrong, afraid of being pushed away.

He looked down at the stark silver strands in his Dao Companion's hair, and his throat tightened.

"Liyuan..."

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. You must have suffered so much to pursue this wicked power, just to become stronger."

Pei Yuhang murmured, his gaze lowered as he gently wrapped his arms around her.

Ye Liyuan shuddered, then buried her face deep in Pei Yuhang's chest. Feeling Ah Han's tender affection, she knew in that moment that all her suffering had been worth it.

"Oh, Ah Han, thank goodness... I thought... I thought you'd hate me when you saw me using the Demon Dao's power..."

Seeing the two Dao Companions embracing peacefully, Lin Qianyan's worries began to subside.

'A blessing amid misfortune... Even though Liyuan fell into the Demon Dao to seek power, her fundamental nature hasn't been too affected.'

RUMBLE—

A massive tremor suddenly erupted from the depths of the Sea Abyss, shattering the sweet moment of Pei Yuhang and Ye Liyuan's reunion.

The puppet-like Ji Xichan knelt on the ground, hands pressed together, chanting her Spell silently. As she did, a colossal bronze gate, thousands of yards wide, began to rise slowly from the depths of the Sea Abyss.

The Abyssal Sea Palace was about to fully emerge!

Ye Liyuan reluctantly pulled her gaze away from Pei Yuhang, her voice growing heavy.

"Ah Han, I don't regret my choice. At least I've gained the power to protect you."

She spoke softly, then raised the Linyuan Sword in her hand and pointed it at the mysterious Red-robed Pope.

By now, he had used that strange red light to teleport all ten thousand Sword Ghosts out of the area.

Perhaps because the exertion was too great, his crimson eyes streamed with tears of blood, making him look as ferocious as a demon from Hell.

Pei Yuhang raised his hand, catching the Silent Sword as it flew to him.

"Liyuan, let's go!"

Before Pei Yuhang's voice faded, Ye Liyuan had already turned into a bolt of black lightning and shot out.

She flicked her wrist, and the Linyuan Sword drew a strange arc in the air. Where the blade passed, it left behind black cracks in the void.

The sword's whistle wasn't the ring of steel, but the shriek of ten thousand vengeful souls, forcing the surrounding Cultivators to clap their hands over their ears and fall back.

Linyuan: Netherworld Journey!

Ye Liyuan activated the Linyuan Sword's Divine Abilities. The blade suddenly erupted with a monstrous black fog, and countless ferocious ghost hands reached out from the mist, coiling towards the Red-robed Pope's feet like soul-reaping chains.

Though Ye Liyuan's Cultivation was only at the Void Refining realm, the power of this Demon Sword—rumored to have been left behind by a Saint upon their ascension—was enough to make the Mahayana Peak Red-robed Pope wary of a direct confrontation.

Seizing the opportunity, Pei Yuhang's Silent Sword unleashed a torrent of Sword Qi that flowed like a silver river from the heavens.

The incredibly condensed Sword Qi exploded upon contact with the Pope's protective bloody aura, forcing him back again and again.

"You said a Sword Cultivator without a sword was no match for you. I have my sword now, so why are you running?"

Pei Yuhang roared, infusing the surging Sword Qi with his Pure Yang Sword Qi, instantly setting the entire Sword River ablaze.

The Red-robed Pope had just used the Blood Escape Technique to avoid Ye Liyuan's Abyssal Ghost Hand, only to be met head-on with Pei Yuhang's Long River Sunset Sword Skill.

He grunted, and crimson ice formed a Ninefold Profound Ice Barrier to envelop him.

But unexpectedly, Pei Yuhang and Ye Liyuan rode the Sword River and charged into the Profound Ice Barrier together, intending to fight him in close quarters.

In the blazing white sword light, Pei Yuhang and Ye Liyuan's coordination was seamless. Their figures intertwined like a dragon soaring and a phoenix dancing.

Every one of Pei Yuhang's sword techniques was grand and sweeping, his Pure Yang Sword Dao carrying a majestic heavenly might.

Ye Liyuan, however, moved like a phantom. Her Linyuan Sword would strike with the vicious speed of a viper's tongue one moment, then transform into a colossal Demon Flood Dragon the next, sweeping across the battlefield.

Their two Sword Daos complemented each other, and in their state of Self-forgetfulness with the sword, their swordsmanship began to resonate. Through their continuous coordination, their power grew stronger and stronger!

At this time, Nangong Jin and Shang Miaoyan had already escaped the Blood Ice Prison with Xiao Jiuxing's help.

They came before Lin Qianyan, and together they watched Pei Yuhang and Ye Liyuan transform into two streaks of light, one gold and one black. With their incredible synergy, they were actually suppressing the Red-robed Pope.

'Is this the kind of synergy that can only be nurtured by the one who has shared his bed for decades?'

The teamwork Ye Liyuan displayed with Pei Yuhang far surpassed that of any other woman present, bringing hope of victory to the battlefield.

This brought them both joy and a sense of speechless envy.

'They, too, wished they could achieve such perfect, soulmate-like synergy with Pei Yuhang.'

Back on the battlefield, Pei Yuhang and Ye Liyuan suddenly altered their attack patterns, their figures overlapping as one.

The Red-robed Pope was just about to counterattack when he felt a sharp pain in his eyes.

"Dammit, Ji Shenyun... I'm losing control!"

He looked up at the Sword Cultivator couple as they unleashed a cross-shaped Sword Aura from their intersecting swords.

The cross-shaped Sword Aura burned with Pure Yang True Flame while simultaneously coiling with Nine Nether Demon Qi. Space itself crumbled in its wake.

The Red-robed Pope's expression finally changed, but he had already missed the optimal moment to block. Even though he transformed into a streak of blood light in an instant, he was still caught off guard and struck by the sword light.

Amidst a whistling sword cry, the red cloak on his body turned to ash, and the mask on his face completely cracked.

At the same time, a fair-skinned fist, like a fierce dragon bursting from the sea, violently erupted from his own body, punching straight through his chest.

"Yuan Tianming, you old ghost—!!"