Slaying Nine Yin with a Single Palm Strike, Heading to Blackwater City, Meeting Yu Nüe Again
Just as Nine Yin threatened Lan Yu's life.
An incomparably surging light aura descended from the sky like a cascading torrent, pinning Nine Yin down with crushing force.
His enormous body was instantly pressed down, unable to move.
Meanwhile, in Northern Heaven City.
The many citizens also saw the vast light aura pouring down from high above, and joy and reverence appeared on every face.
"With an aura like this, could the Goddess have descended?"
"Wonderful."
Many citizens and believers knelt directly on the ground.
Even Archbishop Li looked bewildered and uncertain. "With such an aura, could the Goddess really have descended in person?"
Lan Yu looked at the light aura, somewhat puzzled.
She was Ming Fei's disciple.
She knew that very few in the Church of Light possessed such an aura.
Aside from her master, the Left Heavenly King of Light, and that unfathomable Goddess, she could think of no one with such power of light.
Pinned to the ground by the light aura, Nine Yin trembled all over.
In all his years of opposing the Church, this was the first time he had encountered a being with such power of light.
"J-just who are you?!"
A figure slowly stepped out from the boundless light aura.
His white robes were like snow, his silver hair fluttering.
His pale golden eyes were as cold as ice as he gazed like a deity at Nine Yin sprawled on the ground, without the slightest emotion.
Seeing the newcomer, Lan Yu jolted, her expression filling with joy.
"Young Master!"
Archbishop Li, in the distance, also paled in shock.
"It's the Son of Light!"
Although the newcomer was not the Goddess, according to the Church's Divine Canon, the Son of Light's standing was no lower than that of the Goddess of Light.
"It's you!"