Dada dada…
Soon, the Pope, accompanied by Elino, slowly walked out of the main entrance of the specimen hall.
"Elino, Garland, I'll leave those two women to you. Remember, I only want the bodies; you can do whatever you want with the rest."
As the Pope's voice faded, Elino and Garland merely responded faintly.
Although the two women were as beautiful as celestial beings, both had passed the age of impulsiveness.
Furthermore, with their status, what kind of women could they not have? Thus, they claimed to have no interest in the two women.
The next moment, Elino and Garland walked towards Guiwu and Lan Yue.
Seeing this, Ye Cangtian snorted softly and said, "You two, take them somewhere else to fight. Make some room for the Pope and me."
As the words fell, the two women gave Ye Cangtian a deep look, then nodded in understanding.
"Old man, if you have the ability, then follow us!"
Guiwu said to Elino, then she and Lan Yue flashed and left the courtyard of the specimen hall.
"Hmph!"
Elino instantly snorted coldly and chased after them with Garland.
In his eyes, with the Pope himself here to deal with Ye Cangtian, Ye Cangtian would be unable to cause any trouble.
Clang!
As the four departed, the Pope finally drew his ice blade.
It was a purple-gold cross longsword, with a Flood Dragon faintly coiled around the blade, clearly a decent spiritual weapon.
"This sword is called Panlong, its length is two meters, and it was obtained by this seat within the ruins of light."
"This sword has killed 107 strong individuals, and you will have the honor of being the 108th…"
Listening to the Pope's voice, Ye Cangtian disdainfully raised the Death Scythe and pointed it at the other.
"You are so verbose. I have no interest in listening to your nonsense. This is my weapon, the Death Scythe. Countless souls of the Hall of Light have died by its hand…"
Seeing Ye Cangtian interrupt him, fury surged in the Pope's eyes, and he squeezed out a single word, "Kill!"
As the words fell, the Pope flashed and appeared before Ye Cangtian, swinging his cross longsword.
He understood very well that at Ye Cangtian's level of attainment, it was basically impossible to kill him with simple sword energy, so he needed to bring out some true skill.
As purple-gold light flashed, Ye Cangtian dared not be careless and swung the Death Scythe in response.
For a time, the sound of weapons clashing was incessant. In a short period, Ye Cangtian was suppressed by the Pope.
The Pope's words were not false. Although Ye Cangtian was only a line away from the Heavenly level, the gap was insurmountable.
Under normal circumstances, Ye Cangtian was inferior in both offensive power and speed.
However, relying on his extraordinary mental power, Ye Cangtian managed to narrowly dodge countless fatal injuries, sustaining only minor wounds.
On the other hand, as the battle continued, the Pope frowned.
He couldn't understand why Ye Cangtian, who was constantly being suppressed and even injured, still had a strange smile on his face.
Could this brat really be crazy?
With this thought, the Pope's attacks became more sharp and violent. He wanted to see if Ye Cangtian would still be smiling if he died!
Ye Cangtian was, of course, not crazy.
He had found a suitable whetstone.
In a short period, the Pope had put him through numerous life-or-death crises, and the pressure he exerted was exceptionally immense.
It was under this crisis that Ye Cangtian actually felt a crack appearing in the thin membrane that had always been blocking him.
In other words, he was slowly pushing open the door to the Heavenly level.
This feeling made him extremely excited, and it also made him even more certain that it was the most correct choice not to use the Dark Imprint and Light Imprint right from the start today.
…
They fought for an unknown amount of time.
As the wounds on Ye Cangtian's body continued to increase, he had basically become a bloody mess.
Yet, at this moment, the Pope could not feel any joy, because he had already sensed that the spiritual energy on Ye Cangtian's body had become erratic.
This was clearly a sign of a breakthrough.
"Not good! This brat is showing signs of a breakthrough!"
The Pope gritted his teeth, extremely displeased. This brat was truly treating him as a whetstone, and most importantly, it was having a noticeable effect.
After all, it was not every life-or-death battle that could bring about a breakthrough.
The fact that Ye Cangtian showed signs of breaking through was partly due to luck, and partly because his accumulations were sufficient, which was why it happened.
Damn it! Why doesn't the Hall of Light have such talent!
Sensing Ye Cangtian's aura, the Pope, filled with indignation, rapidly pulled away.
He did not want Ye Cangtian to succeed in breaking through, as it would make it even harder to kill him.
Furthermore, after the breakthrough, if the other party gave up on Xu Zhenguo's head and forcibly left, he might not be able to stop him.
This would lead to only one ultimate outcome: the Hall of Light would gain a powerful enemy.
Therefore, the Pope abandoned the close combat with Ye Cangtian and prepared to use a powerful move to kill him.
The next moment, the Pope raised his cross longsword high.
In an instant, the cross longsword emitted a purple-gold radiance, and a black Flood Dragon slowly formed, emitting waves of dragon roars.
"Hm?"
In an instant, as the dragon's roar sounded, Ye Cangtian felt dizzy and at the same time, understood immediately.
The Pope's attack contained a trace of soul attack.
The next instant, Ye Cangtian instantly activated his Heavenly Eye, using his soul power to resist the dragon's roar. At the same time, he swung the Death Scythe in his hand.
Waves of breaking wind sounds were heard, causing one's heart to feel despondent. This was the second move of the Thirteen Forms of the Death Scythe, "Su Duan Chang" (Tears of Separation).
It was also Ye Cangtian's most powerful attack at the moment.
"What's going on?"
"This brat has such strong mental power!"
Sensing the danger emanating from the Death Scythe, disbelief flashed in the Pope's eyes.
Under the attack of the Flood Dragon's roar, let alone a quasi-Heavenly level expert, even a Heavenly level expert would find it difficult to maintain their composure, let alone counterattack.
Yet Ye Cangtian had, almost instantaneously, broken through the Flood Dragon's roar, which could only mean that his mental power was exceptionally strong.
With this thought, the Pope roared in his heart, was he facing a monster!
Not only was his cultivation increasing at an astonishing rate, but even his mental power surpassed the Heavenly level…
"Ye Cangtian, no matter what kind of monster you are today, you will surely die by my sword!"
"Flood Dragon Slash!"
As the Pope roared, the purple-gold cross longsword instantly transformed into a Flood Dragon, charging towards Ye Cangtian.
Facing the Flood Dragon conjured from spiritual energy, a faint smile appeared in Ye Cangtian's eyes.
The Death Scythe in his hand was also enveloped in dense spiritual energy. In an instant, its size increased several times, and it slashed down towards the Flood Dragon's head.
Boom!
In an instant, the Death Scythe collided with the Flood Dragon, blinding flashes of light continuously flickered, and violent spiritual energy swept through everything around.
The surrounding walls could not bear the load and collapsed with a roar, and the doors and windows of the specimen hall were completely shattered.
In the center of the arena.
Ye Cangtian spat out a mouthful of blood, his face incomparably pale, and he retreated more than ten steps before stabilizing himself.
Although Ye Cangtian had basically stepped into the Heavenly level, compared to someone like the Pope who had been in the Heavenly level for a long time, he was still far behind.
Such a powerful head-on collision still caused considerable injuries to his body.
On the other side, the Pope's face was also exceptionally pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Ye Cangtian in astonishment and said fiercely, "Ye Cangtian, you truly have brought me quite a surprise! With your cultivation, to be able to wound me is truly unprecedented!"
"Hmph!"
"My goal is not merely to wound you, but to kill you!"
Hearing this, Ye Cangtian snorted coldly. If it were before, after reclaiming Grandpa Xu's head, he might have chosen to leave.
But now that the Pope was injured, and he still had trump cards yet to be played, his thoughts became more ambitious.
If he could eliminate the Pope, it would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to the Hall of Light.
"Hahaha! What a great joke!"
"Ye Cangtian, are you unable to see the situation clearly? Your injuries are much more serious than mine!"
"Under these circumstances, even if you have trump cards, you are bound to die. Moreover, I also have trump cards!"
The Pope sneered when he heard Ye Cangtian's words.
The Flood Dragon Slash he had just used, although its power was not insignificant, was not his most formidable attack.
And since the Flood Dragon Slash had already severely wounded Ye Cangtian, how could he withstand his ultimate move?
With this thought, the Pope slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and with a shake of his hands, the Panlong Sword split into two.