"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!!"
