Wei Qing is dead?

No, not yet!

In the golden light, Wei Qing, whose bones were even dissolving, struggled to lift his head.

In his eye sockets, the eyeballs had long been melted by the golden light, and two pools of golden liquid flowed down from within.

However, just as the golden light was about to proceed further and completely dissolve Wei Qing’s entire body,

a large amount of white energy surged from the seven most critical apertures within Wei Qing!

The melted flesh and bones instantly regenerated, and he maintained his forward-charging motion.

Caught off guard, the Pope’s body was struck once again, transforming once more into white wax.

"Li Shutong’s Eight Urgent Fist?" The Pope recognized Wei Qing’s technique, his tone for the first time tinged with amazement, "You’ve actually trained the Eight Urgent Fist to the Seventh Urgent?"

Even someone as talented as Li Shutong only broke through the Eight Urgencies on the verge of death, fully mastering the Eight Urgent Fist.

The Seventh Urgent was a height almost impossible to reach.

The Great Xia Spirit Contract Master in front of him, who seemed neither young nor truly old, could also break through to the Seventh Urgent?!

This was why the Pope felt surprised.

With all Seven Urgencies unleashed, endless vitality surged from the seven apertures, repairing Wei Qing’s life force that had been melted by the golden light, allowing him to push through the golden light of the King’s Authority Ball!

At this moment, Wei Qing’s entire body was bursting with white energy, his skin red, as if freshly forged.

The seven urgent locks constantly consumed his life energy,

Wei Qing understood this, so he did not hesitate. As the Pope reconsolidated the white wax, turning back into his original form, he launched another ferocious attack!

His blood-red fist, encased in equally blood-red gloves, rained down densely like raindrops.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dull collision sounds resounded.

Even the Pope remained unflustered, raising his right hand clutching the Pope’s Staff once more.

The Pope’s Staff and the blood-red gloves clashed thousands of times within a few breaths.

After the King’s Treasure Pearl briefly "closed its eyes," it opened them again, and a second wave of golden brilliance shone forth!

This was the technique and attack rhythm a Tier Nine Peak Powerhouse should possess.

For offense, the King’s Treasure Pearl’s golden light could instantly kill anything; for defense, an impenetrable defense within the range of "one staff"; and for survival, he had the life-saving skill that allowed him to turn into white wax to evade a fatal blow.

Advance for offense, retreat for defense, flawless and impregnable!

"Stray lamb, you should return to where you came from."

As the Pope spoke, he pointed with the golden scepter, sending Wei Qing flying backward.

His hands opened as if to embrace Wei Qing.

This old deceiver wore a smile, as the King’s Treasure Pearl returned to his left hand, the Pope’s Staff gripped in his right, and the Gem Crown rested on his head.

The aura belonging to the Pope reached its peak at this moment.

The stairs of the mountain path vanished.

In Wei Qing’s eyes, only the solitary figure of the Pope remained, along with an ancient chapel rising behind him!

The walls of the old chapel were mottled and dark yellow, the broken stained-glass windows emitted a faint glow, and the round clock hanging from the chapel’s top rotated to exactly twelve o’clock.

Dong, dong, dong!

The old chapel’s bell tolled.

The Pope, adorned with three Tier Nine Artifacts, stepped into the chapel, occupying the central golden-red throne.

Wei Qing could only watch this scene with wide eyes.

He was immobilized by an invisible force.

When the Pope sat on his throne, surging golden light burst from inside the chapel, pouring through the shattered windows and engulfing everything, including Wei Qing’s vision.

...

"I never thought you could even invite the Pope."

Through the River Map and Luo Book, Lin Jingxuan witnessed this scene, temporarily withdrawing his gaze, and spoke.

Across from him, the pages of the Knight’s Code continued to turn.

"As long as the right price is offered, nothing is unmovable."

"There’s something wrong with his condition." Lin Jingxuan added flatly.

As a Chess Player, one must remain as unmoved as an ancient well, with a heart as calm as still water.

Whether Wei Qing dies or not, Lin Jingxuan’s emotions could show no disturbance.

Besides, who says he’s definitely dead?

"For the Pope, as a Tier Nine Peak Ultimate Powerhouse, killing a Tier Eight Peak is such an ordeal."

"He’s not in his prime, his body shows issues. No wonder he has been hiding and avoiding appearing in public view for so many years."

With Lin Jingxuan’s current Realm and insight, he could easily see the problem.

If the Pope were in his prime, why would he be fighting Wei Qing for so long? He should have combined the three Tier Nine Artifacts at the first opportunity, summoned the Holy See’s phantom, and directly suppressed!

His failure to do so indicates there is something wrong.

The opposite Knight’s Code fell silent.

After a while, new text appeared: "As long as the opponent can be killed, it doesn’t matter."

"Did it really kill him?"

The scene returned to the mountain path.

Wei Qing’s figure had been completely engulfed by the Pope’s old chapel, with holy light radiating from inside, dispelling all sins.

Everything till here seemed correct.

But, in the next second, amidst the mechanical rotation of the chapel’s ancient clock, some discordant sounds emerged.

Those were heartbeats!

Thump, thump!

Heartbeats growing stronger and more powerful, overshadowing the mechanical clock sounds.

Inside the chapel originally glowing with golden holy light, a splash of ominous red suddenly appeared.

The chapel’s door was opened.

Within was still dazzling golden light, but on the ground, gurgling ominous red blood flowed out from inside!

At this moment, besides the heartbeats, other sounds also arose.

That seemed like a hoarse and frantic male voice.

"Eight Urgent Locks, open!"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The entire old chapel, like an old fragile house that couldn’t take it anymore, was suddenly enlarged several times from within.

Enveloped in golden holy light, it shrank back to its original size, but in the next moment, was enlarged again! 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Eventually, after several stretches, it seemed to give up struggling, allowing itself to be continuously enlarged until it could be no larger.

With a loud bang, the old chapel shattered into countless pieces.

A blood-red figure appeared in the holy light.

The twisting blood flames in the light wrapped a figure too indistinct to recognize.

Like a Demon God from Hell, he walked step by step out of the light.

Wei Qing, with a Tier Eight Peak Realm, challenged a Tier Nine Peak, constantly walking on a blade’s edge. Especially in the end, he finally found his breakthrough opportunity.

Between life and death! Tier Nine! Eight Urgencies!

In front of him, the Pope, whose aura was weakening, supported himself with the scepter, his face pale.

It seemed the explosion of the old chapel’s phantom had greatly backfired on him.

He lifted his head to look towards the distant sky, in the direction of the Knight’s Code.

"Don’t forget the promise you made to me."

While speaking, a drop of blood appeared in the Pope’s hand.

It was the blood Wei Qing left from a previously pierced wound!

Now gripped by the Pope, his complexion grew even paler.

"Farewell, stray lamb."

"Rest in peace."

He crushed the blood drop.

In the overpowering state of the Eight Urgencies, Wei Qing, like having his ominous red energy source forcibly cut off, his aura stopped abruptly!