Chapter 1519: Chapter 168 Declaration of Love_2
After seeing Xuan Yue, no one could stop Ah Dai anymore. His emotions were surging, his blood boiling uncontrollably. As Xuan Yuan’s energy blasted toward him, Ah Dai showed no sign of slowing down. A massive silver shield with a diameter of two meters appeared before him, colliding directly with Xuan Yuan’s attack.
"Boom——" Amid the deafening explosion, an astonishing scene unfolded. The Judgment Chief, the foremost martial arts expert of the church, was struck by Ah Dai’s collision and sent flying, as though propelled by an invisible force, far into the distance. Ah Dai’s descent accelerated abruptly, like a silver meteor hurtling through the atmosphere, and he landed on the Light Altar in a flash. The urgent flight seemed to slightly disrupt his steady breathing, yet his eyes sparkled with irrepressible excitement. As if no one else existed beside him, his deeply affectionate black eyes gazed intently at Xuan Yue’s delicate face, murmuring in breathless, tender tones, "Yue Yue, I—I came late."
Having his bride almost in his grasp, only to be interrupted halfway, Ballon felt a fury that words could never fully express. Seeing Ah Dai’s utterly heedless demeanor, he let out a roar and threw a punch with all his strength toward Ah Dai’s chest.
Ah Dai didn’t even bother looking at Ballon. With a casual wave of his hand, the white combat aura he unleashed instantly formed a massive energy sphere. Ballon felt as though he had struck a mound of cotton, completely incapable of exerting any power. Trapped within, he found himself unable to move an inch.
Watching his son suffer, Ballon Sr. could not stand idly by. Today was a day of great joy for his son, and he naturally hadn’t brought weapons. Clasping his hands together, he manifested a golden energy blade and swung it toward Ah Dai.
With a twist of his extended left arm in the air, Ah Dai instinctively retracted the white combat aura. A flash of silver light crossed the space, and under its intense impact, Ballon Jr. staggered backward along with Ballon Sr., retreating ten paces.
Xuan Yue gazed at Ah Dai, whom she’d been yearning for over the past year. Her heart overflowed with an intricate mix of emotions, and tears began streaming down her face. Waves of bittersweet feelings surged endlessly within her. How she had longed for Ah Dai to come during these days! Yet now, as he stood before her, she felt utterly unsure of how to face him. Ah Dai, clad in his blue warrior suit, looked so commanding, and the gentleness in his eyes seemed as though it would melt her. Aside from shedding tears, Xuan Yue truly didn’t know how to face him now. Surrounded by so many clergy members of the church, her predicament transcended embarrassment—it was utterly mortifying. She understood clearly that no matter how much the Pope desired her union with Ah Dai, he would never let matters rest as they stood now.
Ah Dai’s sudden arrival left Xuan Ye and his wife frozen in place, utterly clueless about how to respond. Even Mang Siu, the master of ceremonies for the wedding, was at a loss as to how to handle this unforeseen disruption. On the Light Altar, apart from Luo Shui, everyone knew Ah Dai and was aware of his relationship with Xuan Yue. But no one had ever imagined that he would appear at such a pivotal moment and boldly interrupt Ballon Jr. and Xuan Yue’s wedding. Especially seeing Ah Dai casually repel Xuan Yuan, Ballon Sr., and Ballon Jr.—three top-tier fighters—one after another, everyone was left dumbstruck. Even the Pope couldn’t help but regard Ah Dai in a new light. Although he had suspected Ah Dai might be the Savior of the continent, he hadn’t expected that in just a few short years, Ah Dai would grow so powerful. The strength he displayed was undoubtedly of a Sword Saint’s Realm!
Although Ballon Jr. had been repelled by Ah Dai, he showed no signs of giving up. With blood-red eyes filled with fury, he prepared to lunge at Ah Dai once more, only to be halted by the Pope’s enraged shout: "Cease your actions, all of you!"
Below the Light Altar, five White Robe Priests and dozens of Holy Judges and Judges of Light gathered, their bodies constantly flickering with radiant auras of combat aura and magic. Glaring furiously at Ah Dai, they appeared ready to unleash their full force at a moment’s notice, awaiting the Pope’s command to strike down this young man who dared to profane the God Spirit.
Xuan Yuan had flown back, his face filled with terror. Although he had only exchanged a single blow with Ah Dai moments ago, he knew full well that he could never hope to stand against the youth before him again. The expansive yet explosively overwhelming energy Ah Dai wielded was beyond his ability to challenge—it was the Sword Saint Realm he had always aspired to but could never reach!
The Pope’s furious command snapped Ah Dai out of his trance as he stared dreamily at Xuan Yue. Turning toward the Pope, Ah Dai bent slightly in respectful salutation and said, "Greetings, Your Holiness. I apologize for my impropriety, but I truly cannot allow Yue Yue to marry someone else. I ask for your forgiveness."
The Pope’s face was expressionless as he responded coldly, "Today is my granddaughter’s wedding, a day of great joy, blessed by the Sky God. She is about to be wed. If you leave immediately, I can spare you in light of the Tian Gang Sword Sect’s reputation. Otherwise, for the crime of profaning the God Spirit alone, I could sentence you to death today."
Ah Dai took a deep breath, gazed deeply at Xuan Yue once more, and said calmly, "Your Holiness, first of all, I must clarify something with you. Today, I am here representing myself alone, with no connection to the Tian Gang Sword Sect. If I fall short in any regard, I hope you will not involve the Tian Gang Sword Sect. I love Yue Yue—I cannot live without her. Today, even you cannot prevent us from being together. Yue Yue’s husband will only ever be me—no one else can take her from me." Ah Dai’s words were resolute, leaving no room for negotiation. As he concluded the phrase "take her from me," an immense and commanding aura surged within him. The blue warrior suit he wore fluttered despite the lack of wind, while his exposed skin emitted a faint golden glow. Confronting the most authoritative figure on the continent, Ah Dai showed not the slightest intention of backing down. He stared unwaveringly at the Pope, standing his ground without yielding an inch.
