Chapter 1525: Chapter 169: One Against 3 to 4
Just as Ah Dai charged within three meters of Mang Siu, Yu Jian completed his magic. He had always had a deep friendship with Mang Siu; how could he watch his old friend get hurt under Ah Dai’s sword? As Ah Dai earlier rushed toward Mang Siu, Yu Jian had already taken out his magic artifact, the Staff of Light. With the amplification effect of the magic wand, he used the Sword of Light, a Level Seven light-type attack magic, at the fastest speed. The enormous golden light sword finally formed as Mang Siu fell into crisis, and suddenly slashed toward Ah Dai’s back. In Yu Jian’s mind, even if this magic couldn’t harm Ah Dai, it could certainly resolve Mang Siu’s crisis. But could everything truly go as smoothly as he imagined? Feeling the powerful aura coming from behind, Ah Dai did not panic at all; his body suddenly accelerated in mid-air, maintaining his forward momentum, actually competing with the speed of Yu Jian’s descending golden light sword. Under his full exertion, the Silver Giant Sword expanded three feet instantaneously and was already striking in front of Mang Siu.
The light element energy wall that Mang Siu laid down couldn’t at all withstand the overwhelming Sword of Living Change; seemingly without any obstruction, the silver light had penetrated the golden energy wall, striking in front of Mang Siu. Mang Siu silently exclaimed, "I’m doomed," closed his eyes, and awaited the arrival of death. He could never have imagined that after years traversing the continent, he would die at the hands of a young man in such a situation. The resignation in his heart made his face turn pale; indeed, one of the Holy Church’s four Red Robe Priests completely gave up on resistance at this moment. Within just a few minutes, Ah Dai’s performance had left all those observing dumbfounded. When he agreed to accept the unfair trial, who would have thought that he would become the main attacker?
Ah Dai came to the Holy Church to find his beloved, so how could he casually kill? Just as the Silver Sword in his hand was about to slash Mang Siu’s head, he flipped his wrist, transforming the Sword of Living Change from a slash into a strike, aiming to knock Mang Siu out temporarily. Just then, an abrupt shout resounded like thunder in Ah Dai’s ear, "Bold—" The immense sound wave, akin to the soul magic used by the four elders of the Yajin Tribe, shook Ah Dai’s heart, causing his hand to instinctively slow down. Within less than one-tenth of a second of his slowdown, Yu Jian’s Sword of Light had already slashed into his back. Simultaneously, a golden bolt from the sky also heavily struck down. This golden bolt was Xuan Ye’s Divine Judgment. As Ah Dai attacked Mang Siu, Xuan Ye used all his spiritual power, aided by Wrath of the Gods, to successfully launch the Level Eight attack magic Divine Judgment. Above the Light Altar floated thick golden clouds; that meter-thick golden lightning originated from the clouds. Mighty Holy Power instantaneously enveloped Ah Dai in front of Mang Siu.
Fear quickly spread throughout Ah Dai’s body, and the Ring of Guardian on his hand timely emitted a layer of white halo, covering his body. Ah Dai knew that if his sword knocked out Mang Siu, even with his might, facing the combined attack of Yu Jian and Xuan Ye with his flesh would certainly result in severe injury under the dual force of massive energies from above and behind, making it questionable if he could fight again. For his own safety, he reluctantly pulled back the longsword he had swung, with the silver energy instantly transforming into a thick light shield, protecting his body within. With a loud bang, Yu Jian’s golden light sword and the lightning from the sky heavily struck Ah Dai’s silver energy shield, and under the surge of gold and silver light, completely enveloped the Light Altar.
Encased in light, Ah Dai’s body trembled violently, and even with his prowess, he couldn’t help but grunt under the joint attack of the two Red Robe Priests. His body quivered and stumbled a step forward, bringing him right before Mang Siu. Mang Siu, having awoken when Xuan Ye shouted the word "bold," saw Ah Dai consecutively taking two heavy hits and, seemingly, had no strength left to attack him. Hastily, he conjured a ball of golden magical energy, abruptly blasting toward Ah Dai’s chest. His judgment was correct; under the attack from Xuan Ye and Yu Jian, Ah Dai’s internal meridians suffered some shock and hadn’t fully reacted before meeting Mang Siu’s attack. Mang Siu’s energy ball was much weaker than the attacks from Yu Jian and Xuan Ye, but Ah Dai had primarily used the Solid State Energy shield he conjured to defend against the attacks from above and behind. After enduring the assault, the energy shield was already showing signs of weakening, and Mang Siu’s energy ball successfully penetrated the outer defense, crashing into his chest.
With a flash of golden light, Ah Dai’s body was blasted into the air. The ordinary energy transformed by the inner layer Ring of Guardian was insufficient to withstand Mang Siu’s attack. He spun several times in the air before landing on the edge of the Light Altar, spitting out a mouthful of reverse blood. In his carelessness, he had been injured. If Ah Dai hadn’t shown mercy earlier, even if Xuan Ye and Yu Jian had been able to attack him timely, Mang Siu would inevitably have perished under the Living Change energy sword. However, precisely because of his inner kindness, he suffered such a heavy attack. Taking advantage of the gap when Ah Dai was struck back, Yu Jian and Mang Siu quickly recited spells, while Xuan Ye’s Divine Judgment wasn’t finished; another golden lightning, under his command, struck toward Ah Dai. Cries of surprise came from far off the Light Altar, and Ah Dai clearly felt that it was Xuan Yue’s voice. Love surged in his heart, and in the utmost danger, he used Goris’s Wish.
"Boom—" The golden lightning heavily struck the Light Altar, which had undergone magic enhancement by generations of Holy Church masters, containing immense energy; even Divine Judgment couldn’t harm it in the slightest. The altar’s ground only showed a black mark, without leaving any minute cracks. Xuan Ye was surprised to find Ah Dai had already vanished without being hit by his attack. When Ah Dai’s figure reappeared, he was already at the center of the Light Altar. A vast and cold aura abruptly emerged, and Ah Dai said coldly, "You all pushed me to this; I apologize, but I will show you, what is the true power of a Sword Saint." Amidst a long howl, Ah Dai floated into the air, soaring toward the sky under the effect of Living Battle Qi. He crossed his hands, his figure swiftly swaying in the air, a whirlwind of silver spontaneously formed, spinning wildly.
Although Xuan Ye was shocked, he didn’t hesitate at all. In today’s battle, he couldn’t lose, not only for his good brother, Ballon, but also for his own and the Holy Church’s honor. Wrath of the Gods suddenly brightened, with the golden cloud in the air concentrating all energy to consecutively strike out three bolts of lightning at Ah Dai in the sky; this was the final attack of Divine Judgment, condensing the strongest attack power of this Level Eight magic, especially the first lightning of the three. That meter-thick bolt seemed utterly irresistible by human force. When the lightning of Divine Judgment descended upon Ah Dai’s head, an anomaly occurred.
Sparkling silver light, in the form of a whirlwind, met the descending Divine Judgment. An unforeseen event occurred; when the three bolts of lightning successively contacted the silver whirlwind, the mighty divine energy was surprisingly diverted under the pull of the silver whirlwind, flying towards the Light Altar’s perimeter, without clashing directly with the silver energy.
The Pope inwardly exclaimed, "Not good," and conjured a gold light with his hands, meeting the lightning heading toward the Temple of Light. This bolt was the strongest strike of Divine Judgment. The Pope, after all, is the leader of the Holy Church, the closest person to the gods on the Tianyuan Continent. Although the power of Divine Judgment is strong, it cannot harm him in the slightest. A low hymn echoed, and the energy emitted by the Pope suddenly transformed into the form of an angel. The immense divine power, like a whirlpool, crashed toward the lightning. Two strands of golden light produced a muffled sound in the air, and the golden lightning charging into the whirlpool vanished without a trace of explosion. However, while the Pope managed to dissolve this strongest lightning, the other two strands of Divine Judgment respectively struck elsewhere. He was already out of time for lasting defense. One bolt charged toward the guests, while another flew towards the Holy Church’s clergy. Among the guests, Xi Wen, Liao Wen, Feng Wen, and Lu Wen, the four great masters, stepped forward, two yellow and two green rays interweaving into a giant yellow-green web, successfully capturing the energy of Divine Judgment. Under the effect of Living Change’s Solid State Energy, the golden lightning formed by Divine Judgment was successfully dissipated, but the four were also forced to retreat several steps before stabilizing their bodies. They couldn’t help but look at each other in shock; it was only when facing it directly did they realize how mighty this Level Eight magic was, only then did they truly understand the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang’s evaluation of magic.
