On the east side of God's Seal Mountain was a primitive valley overlooking the ocean. There were many birds and beasts that served the Parthenon. There were even a few ancient dragons. They were still in their growing stages but already had large wings. They circled around the cliffs.
Beside the stream, the Chief Extraditor, Yan Qiu, was trying her best to clear the wound on her thigh. Blood was leaking out of her body. Only by blocking the wound would she be able to escape the pursuit of the people behind her.
"It's a knight with a Saint Spirit," Salan said coldly.
"The person who wants to kill us hasn't been born yet!" Yan Qiu spat out.
She pulled out a dagger filled with cold air and stabbed it into her thigh. Then, she endured the intense pain and cut off her entire leg.
There was a burn mark on the wound. Since it couldn't be healed in a short time, she decided to cut off her leg and use the cold air on the dagger to freeze the wound.
Losing a leg was better than being chased endlessly.
Every member of the Black Vatican had to maintain their identity. They weren't true practitioners. Their strength hadn't reached the pinnacle of this world. Even if they were a cardinal, they wouldn't be able to escape death once their identity was exposed.
"Don't do that." Salan suddenly grabbed Yan Qiu's wrist, stopping her from harming herself.
"But …"
"He's already nearby." Salan scanned the other side of the stream.
The other side of the stream was facing away from the sun. Deep within the greenery, there was a pair of eyes. They were pitch black and flashed with a chilling light.
It was the Slayer!
Ye Xinxia's Slayer was a powerful knight that possessed the Saint Spirit of the Death God, Hades.
The Pope's people had all been killed. At the same time, not many of Salan's people had survived.
The members of the Black Vatican that had been sent to deal with Hall Mother Pamise had all fallen under the sharp blade of Ye Xinxia's knight.
A black aura rushed towards them. In an instant, the lush forest around them turned grey. The vibrant valley completely withered when the Slayer with the Saint Spirit of the Death God approached.
This was a terrifying power that surpassed most forbidden spells. Salan had a guardian disciple by her side, and when this disciple released the evil power of faith, his strength had reached the level of a forbidden spell.
The disciple was supposed to take over the Cold Prince's position, but even with the power of faith, he was like a three-year-old before the Slayer who possessed the Sacred Soul of Hades!
Salan and Yan Qiu witnessed with their own eyes how the Red-Cloaked Archbishop, who believed in evil, was torn to shreds by the Saint Soul Hades!
They could no longer shake off the pursuit of the Soul Saints.
This was the place where they were buried.
Salan had stopped the Chief Extraditor from cutting off his thigh because he did not want the Chief Extraditor to suffer unnecessary pain before his death.
"Hai Long, I know it's you," Salan said to the forest.
Hai Long's figure slowly emerged. The Lord of the Imperial Knight Palace was wearing a pure black Saint Robe. He was tall and mighty, and the dark Saint Spirit Qi coming out of his body made him look like a devil from hell. Even the most powerful life forms were like ants in front of his Qi.
The Lord of the Imperial Knight Palace, Hai Long, was the person who had been chasing after the Red Cloaked Archbishop from the Mountain of Praise!
He did not need the Goddess to grant him a Sacred Soul.
It was because a Sacred Soul of darkness was already sleeping in his body, the Soul of Hades!
It was the only Sacred Soul that did not submit to the Soul of the Parthenon Temple, but Hai Long was absolutely loyal to Ye Xinxia!
"This Black Soul …" Yan Qiu stared at Hai Long in astonishment.
Wasn't this Black Soul the Guardian of the Ghost Cult that was guarding the Black Vatican?
Chief Extraditor Yan Qiu clearly remembered that the Black Soul had helped them to cut Izisha's corpse into pieces!
Why would he become Ye Xinxia's Slayer?
"He has always been protecting Ye Xinxia. His stance has never changed," Salan said.
Ye Xinxia had always had a Black Soul by her side.
When Ye Xinxia was forced into a corner by Iza and was about to be sentenced to death by the Holy Judgment Court, the Black Soul told Salan about it and helped Salan set off a storm in Parthenon to get rid of the Great Muse Méjorat and Cleric Dulanc.
The Black Soul was Hai Long.
However, Hai Long's true strength was a lot stronger than anyone could imagine. He did not need the Goddess to awaken a Sacred Soul, and it was the most terrifying Sacred Soul of the Underworld, Hades!
Not many people in the world could stand a chance against Hai Long, who was wearing the Underworld Sacred Garment.
"Ye Xinxia has already lived past the age of the oath. You are clearly free!" Salan glared at Hai Long and demanded.
"It's my freedom to continue being a Black Soul," Hai Long replied calmly.
He had already decided to kill, and his murderous intent was firm. It did not change because of his past feelings.
The Sacred Soul of Hades did not obey the orders of the Soul of the Parthenon Temple.
But until now, Haylon still couldn't explain why this duty with a time limit had become the only meaning of his life in this world.
"Didn't she want to see me? Didn't she want to see me die?" Salan grinned coldly when she saw Hai Long approaching her.
"You don't want to see her either, right? Not wanting to see her is the last bit of mercy you have for your daughter. She doesn't want to see you either, it's also the last bit of respect she has for you as her mother," Haylon said.
…
By the side of the clear stream, streams of red water seeped in and gradually dyed the shallow stream red.
At the bottom of the stream, a lone figure in white stood quietly by the red stream.
Hai Long, who was wearing a black sacred garment, slowly walked up the stream. His hands were covered in blood. When he walked up to Ye Xinxia, his black outfit formed a great contrast with Ye Xinxia's white outfit.
Hai Long looked at Ye Xinxia's back. His breathing gradually calmed down.
Meanwhile, Ye Xinxia was staring at the red stream. She was obviously struggling to suppress her complicated and painful emotions.
"She's dead. I'm sure it's her," Hai Long said.
Hai Long was going to explain the details, but considering how special the person's identity was, Hai Long decided to tell Ye Xinxia the truth in the end.
Salan was dead.
The Chief Extraditor, Yan Qiu, was dead, too.
"There won't be another Black Vatican in this world," Ye Xinxia said.
"But the whole world will think the Black Vatican is at its peak. People will blame you, the Goddess who has just taken over the throne. Your future will be even more difficult," Hai Long said.
"But I've already survived the darkest period," Ye Xinxia said.
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