A wisp of invisible Sword Intent rose from within Pei Yuhang, resonating with something in the distant sky.
The wind howled and the clouds churned as if something was tearing through the void, rushing toward them.
It was the aura of the Silent Sword!
Sensing his Lifebound Spirit Sword, Pei Yuhang's eyes lit up.
If he could get his hands on his Lifebound Spirit Sword, he was confident he could contend with this Red-robed Pope!
"You dare be distracted in my presence?"
The Red-robed Pope's scarlet cloak billowed in the wind. His figure transformed into a flash of blood-red lightning as his gaunt fingers curled into a claw, striking for Pei Yuhang's throat.
At that critical moment, a flash of determination and apology crossed Qing Yueqiu's crimson eyes.
Her silver hair flew wildly as her Glazed Spirit Sword rang out from its sheath. The blade, however, was not aimed at the Red-robed Pope, but rather—
Straight at Ji Xichan!
BUZZ!
