Chapter 937: Chapter 45: Five Seconds of Resistance
"Boom——." The Wrath of the Gods struck heavily upon the Guardian of Light surrounding Ah Dai’s body. Since it was also a form of Light Magic, there was no issue of elemental incompatibility. Ah Dai’s whole body shook violently as he involuntarily staggered back a few steps, and the Guardian of Light was instantly weakened, beginning to fracture in less than a second. Under the drag of the vital breath, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out of Ah Dai’s mouth, and the vigorous fighting aura around him also weakened. His spiritual power was on the verge of collapse.
Xuan Ye was also shocked; he didn’t expect the Defense Magic Ah Dai released to block the first strike. He quickly channeled his magic power to sustain the attack. By this time, two seconds had already passed. Meanwhile, the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang, hiding in the shadows, felt puzzled. He had been ready to intervene, but when he saw the Defense Magic released by Ah Dai, he abandoned the thought and decided to see what other magical treasures his young apprentice might have. He intended to act only when Ah Dai could no longer hold on.
Under the impact of the Wrath of the Gods, Ah Dai’s body was displaced ten meters backward. He struggled in agony, but the Guardian of Light was merely a sixth-level Defense Magic. Although bolstered by the Dragon’s Blood, it was definitively no match for Xuan Ye’s Wrath of the Gods. Eventually, at the third second, the Guardian of Light that Ah Dai had laid down dissipated into specks of light. The golden Wrath of the Gods struck upon the protective fighting aura surrounding him. Ah Dai’s left hand became hot as the Guardian Ring frantically absorbed the attacking energy of the Wrath of the Gods, but since the energy was too vast to be absorbed at once, Ah Dai’s body shook violently, and he spewed out fresh blood again, looking like he couldn’t hold on any longer.
Xuan Ye’s heart leapt with joy, but fearing he might harm Ah Dai’s life, he prepared to withdraw his power. Suddenly, a bright blue light erupted from Ah Dai’s chest, and a surging blue energy burst forth, instantly shielding him. The blue energy solidified into the shape of a dragon, which opened its mouth wide and began to devour the Wrath of the Gods. At this moment, Ah Dai had passed out due to the overwhelming energy, oblivious to the fact that under the influence of the Dragon Egg within him, his Dragon’s Blood was devouring the Divine Power emitted by Xuan Ye.
Xuan Ye was taken aback as he realized to his horror that the Wrath of the Gods he had unleashed was being devoured by the blue energy dragon, just like a clay ox disappearing into the sea. His magic power was rapidly depleting. What was happening? He couldn’t understand at all. To prevent himself from losing too much magic power and diminishing his strength significantly, he forcibly dissipated the attack. The golden aura weakened, and the Wrath of the Gods reverted to a faint golden light. As the attack faded, the blue energy dragon at Ah Dai’s chest also disappeared. The Dragon’s Blood itself did not possess the power to devour, but to protect Ah Dai from the Evil Aura of the Sword of Hades, it had absorbed a great deal of Evil Power. One of the Sword of Hades’ Evil Power’s most significant features was its ability to devour souls. Thanks to the fusion of the Dragon’s Blood and the Divine Power of Hades, it erupted in Ah Dai’s most critical moment and displayed a one-time devouring ability that saved him. The absorbed Evil Power and the Divine Power from the Wrath of the Gods were also completely consumed by the soon-to-awaken Giant Dragon Egg.
Xuan Ye swayed slightly, staring at Ah Dai, who had collapsed on the ground, and exclaimed in disbelief, "Dragon’s Blood, that’s impossible. How can he possess Dragon’s Blood?" He wasn’t fully aware of the capabilities of the Dragon’s Blood, but he recognized the form of that blue energy. In the church’s records, the blue, dragon-shaped energy was the hallmark of Dragon’s Blood.
Xi Wen drifted down to Ah Dai’s side, picked up his body, and said with a hint of anger, "Bishop, the time just now was surely more than five seconds, right?" As he spoke, he began to channel his True Qi into Ah Dai’s body to help him regain his breath.
When Ah Dai fell, Yue Yue felt dizzy as if the world was spinning around her, and her energy vanished completely. She ran frantically to Ah Dai’s side, crying out, "Ah Dai, Ah Dai, please, you must not be harmed!"
Xi Wen found that although Ah Dai’s body was weak and his meridians were somewhat shaken, his injuries were not severe. He comforted Yue Yue, "Don’t worry, he’s all right."
Xuan Ye sighed. With Ah Dai’s own strength, it was impossible for him to contend against him. He was only curious as to how the boy had come into possession of the first Pope’s Protective Relic — the Dragon’s Blood. It seemed that fate had decreed it so, and he could not force the issue. He moved next to Yue Yue and said lightly, "Since Ah Dai has held out for five seconds, let him keep the Sword of Hades for now. However, if he ever does something bad relying on the Sword of Hades’ Evil Power, the church will not forgive him. Yue Yue, let’s go." Saying that, he sealed Yue Yue’s movement with his magic power, turned around, and prepared to leave.
"Is Tian Gang Mountain a place you think you can come and go as you please? After throwing your weight around, you think it’s easy to just leave?" The gentle breeze stirred, and suddenly a person appeared in front of Xuan Ye. It was none other than the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang.
"Paying respects to Master." The moment the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang arrived, Xi Wen’s fellow disciples couldn’t help feeling a surge of relief and quickly saluted. It turned out that as soon as Xuan Ye had proposed that Ah Dai withstand the defense for five seconds, Xi Wen had sent his junior brother to notify the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang in the back mountain. He was also aware that the church could not be easily offended, so it was better to let his master handle such an important matter.
Xuan Ye gazed at the person before him, inwardly remarking, is this the famous Sword Saint of the Tian Gang from the legends? From the outside, he seemed no different from anyone else. Nodding slightly, Xuan Ye asked, "What do you mean by this?"
