Two hundred meters away, in a corner of the eaves, Lan Jue hid himself, gasping for breath.
His eyes, however, were filled with excitement.
There was another flash of light, and then he was gone.
Of course, he'd planned all of this in advance. With Zhou Qianlin in his body, as long as the Pontiff wasn't present, he was confident these birdmen would be able to stop him.
Not even Metatron, the King of Angels.
It wasn't that Lan Jue was stronger than the Archangel, but Lan Jue had calculated that the Pontiff's Citadel was afraid of Jueti. So, when they faced Jueti's Discipline, they couldn't use it to their full potential.
Lan Jue, on the other hand, was prepared. His Taiji kungfu was unleashed to its fullest potential.
He didn't know why, but after experiencing Zhou Qianlin's Empress of Heaven Discipline, his understanding of Taiji had improved by leaps and bounds. Many things he didn't understand before now became clear to him.
This was why he'd been able to escape from the jaws of death without using his Discipline.
Metatron's face was green as he soared through the air. It wasn't from Lan Jue's attack, but from anger.
This was the first time he'd been in such a sorry state since he'd become the King of Angels.
If his opponent had been a Paragon, it would've made sense. But his opponent wasn't!
He was a peak-level Adept, just like Metatron.
Even with the help of so many companions, he still couldn't fight back.
Metatron couldn't afford to lose face.
Metatron knew that if he'd been able to block the final blow, his opponent would've needed time to recover.
Then he'd be able to use his full strength.
He'd be able to tie down his opponent with his own strength.
But …
He hadn't been able to block the final blow, and his opponent had escaped.
Constantine and the four Archangels didn't say anything, but they looked at Metatron with discontent.
The way they saw it, the Archangel King hadn't even used his full strength. Otherwise, how could he, who was known as the number one person below the Ruler, be unable to stop an adept?
Of course, this was also the first time the Archangels witnessed Lan Jue's Taiji Divine Art.
They did not pay much attention to Lan Jue's Moving Hammer at the beginning.
What was more important was that firm and unwavering attack.
Even Metatron was being forced to retreat!
Only Archangel Metatron knew better than anyone else that the series of attacks he'd just unleashed wasn't due to the frontal assault, but rather the fact that his opponent had borrowed his own strength. Not only had Metatron's Strength been stacked on top of his own, he'd even borrowed a portion of Metatron's strength to defend against the others while increasing his own strength.
That was exactly why.
That was why Metatron was so passive.
In the end, Lan Jue escaped.
"Constantine, go back to the Inquisition's underground palace and see what happened.
The rest of you, follow me.
We'll find that bastard even if we have to dig three feet underground. "Metatron's face was ashen.
As he spoke, he sent a beam of golden light in the direction Lan Jue had disappeared. It was the ability of the Paragon's consciousness to pinpoint the source of strange energy.
Unfortunately, it had a limited range. It couldn't cover the entire city like the Pontiff's. Even if it was effective, as long as Lan Jue wasn't within fifty meters of him, Metatron wouldn't be able to find him.
While the Pontiff's Citadel searched for Lan Jue, Lan Jue took a leisurely stroll through the streets.
He wasn't stupid enough to leave through the Holy City's public airship hangar. Instead, he boarded a plane to Europa's capital, Europa.
Long-distance airships were the most heavily scrutinized of all. Leaving now would be asking for trouble.
As for what the Pontiff would do when he returned, Metatron didn't care. He'd accomplished his goal.
From beginning to end, Lan Jue hadn't even used his Discipline. Even if the Pontiff did sense him, it would be extremely difficult for them to identify him.
After all, the last time he fought with the six Archangels, his cultivation base was still at rank 9. In just a few short months, Michael and the rest could never have guessed that his cultivation base had reached the pinnacle of rank 9. This defied logic.
As for the fact that he wore the title of Jueti's disciple on his head, it didn't really matter. What's done was done, so be it.
It wasn't a fake title, it couldn't get any more real.
As long as he didn't use Taiji in front of people, he'd be fine.
With the speed of modern airplanes, it was rare to find a flight between cities that took more than an hour. Their flight to Hellish City had taken that long, and their flight to Europa had taken less than half an hour.
Lan Jue and Zhou Qianlin walked hand in hand into Europa. He turned to Zhou Qianlin as they walked. "Do you think that fiancé of yours will show up again?"
Zhou Qianlin glared at him. "I don't have a fiancé."
On the way, Lan Jue had told her about Li Cha's men intercepting him. The knot in Zhou Qianlin's heart had been untied.
"When do we leave?
From Europa? "Zhou Qianlin asked.
Lan Jue nodded. "But not now.
The Pontiff's Citadel was a powerful force in the Western Alliance, and they had a complicated relationship with the government. There was no way the Western government would just sit back and do nothing when something like this happened. All long-distance flights between cities would be strictly monitored. We didn't need to be in a hurry to leave.
Besides, Little Yue can't stay in my interspatial equipment for too long. She's not in a good condition, so we need to get her treated. "
Europa was the capital of the Western Alliance, and was bustling with activity. Many of the buildings on the streets had been moved here from their home planet.
It was modern, but at the same time, it had a sense of antiquity and culture.
There were even many Renaissance buildings from the Upper Era.
Lan Jue brought Zhou Qianlin to a hotel called the Westin. It was different from his stay in the Holy City. This time it was one of the most luxurious hotels in Europa.
In the Holy City, he needed to be as discreet as possible.
In Europa, the Pontiff's Citadel had a strong presence, but they couldn't openly search for him. The more luxurious the hotel, the tighter the security, and the more powerful the background.
So, he chose this place.
They booked a luxurious suite. Lan Jue and Zhou Qianlin settled in. Once inside, he pressed the "do not disturb" button.
The hotel attendant who escorted them to their room looked at Lan Jue with a knowing smile.
Of course, he also received a tip of a considerable value.
"You men aren't good people," Qianlin spat.
Lan Jue heaved a long sigh. "Even if I wanted to be a bad guy, I can't be one!"
Zhou Qianlin snickered. "Serves you right!"
Lan Jue shook his head and walked to the bed. There was a flash of silver, and the Moonfiend Empress emerged from her interdimensional ring.
The Empress was still unconscious. When Zhou Qianlin saw the open wounds on her wrists and ankles, she couldn't help but cry out. She covered her mouth and turned her head away.
Lan Jue's face darkened. She pulled up the Empress' wrist and examined it. There was a hole about the size of a pinky finger where the Empress had been stabbed. The flesh around the wound was necrotic and pale, but there was no blood. Only a small amount of liquid seeped out.
Her ankles were in a similar state.
Compared to the last time they'd met, the Moonfiend Empress was much thinner. She looked like a bag of bones. She'd been through a lot these past few days.
Fortunately, Lan Jue could sense that the Empress' life force was still strong.
His Discipline wasn't suited for healing, and neither was Zhou Qianlin's.
The Moonfiend Empress' Discipline, on the other hand, was perfect for healing.
Zhou Qianlin was the one to assist. Her Discipline was gentle, and it slowly seeped into the Empress' body, helping to unclog her meridians.
The Moonfiend Empress' body was like Lan Jue's when she'd sealed Uriel and Raphael. She was also sealed, but not as strong as the protogenia of the seal.
The gentle energy slowly assailed the Empress. After a while, the Empress let out a muffled groan. The sealed Core within her began to glow with a faint light.
It was clear that the Pontiff's Citadel's ritual had drained her Core. Fortunately, it hadn't harmed her core.
Lan Jue handed Zhou Qianlin a glass of water. Zhou Qianlin fed it to the Empress. Color returned to the Empress' pale face. She slowly opened her eyes.
Her pupils were a strange red. When they came into focus, she saw Lan Jue.
"Zeus … Am I … dead …?
But … why … why … can't I see … you? "She murmured.
Lan Jue's voice was low. "No. You're alive and well, and so am I.
We rescued you from the Pontiff's Citadel.
How are you feeling? "
"Save me?" The Moonfiend Empress stared blankly at Lan Jue for a moment. Then, her eyes lit up.
Zhou Qianlin couldn't help but look at Lan Jue when she saw the look in the Empress' eyes.
(To be continued, please search, the better the novel, the faster the update!