Chapter 1952: Must It Really Be That Way?

Holy Power had already slowly appeared on her hands, while Old Ivan looked at her with a complex expression and sighed slightly: "Must we really go to that step?"

"I also don't want us to go to that step, but..." Xueli said this, and she slowly shook her head: "If you do not restrain yourself, you will commit a great mistake, so I can only do this."

"Good, good..." Ivan nodded slowly, revealing a meaningful smile: "You were taught by me; seeing you brave enough to resist, I am also very gratified."

"I hope the path of your life can grow longer, and I also hope that on the path of your life, you can meet more people."

"Teacher..." Xueli sighed slightly, and the Holy Light in her eyes grew increasingly intense: "Is there really no possibility of mediation for us?"

"There is no need for mediation." Ivan sighed: "Sometimes, a person's thinking and ideas are very stubborn. When they fall into a misunderstanding, it is like falling into a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper."

"Therefore, it is impossible for me to change my mind now, and I will not easily change my own mind."

"Then we only have one path left to take." Xueli closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her gaze was full of resolution: "Teacher, I am sorry."

"Hehe, begin." Old Ivan nodded approvingly: "At least you have the courage to resist."

"But Xueli, everything you have was taught by me. I am afraid I know better than you what you are like when you strike. Facing me, you have no chance of winning at all."

As Ivan spoke, he pointed his right hand into the void, and a radiance swirled out, instantly binding Xueli tightly on the spot.

Xueli let out a soft moan, her arms shook slightly, and she snapped the radiance. She slowly raised her head: "Teacher, all of this of mine was taught by you, so I will not strike; you begin first."

"Haha, very well, very well. The waves of the Yangtze River push the waves ahead." Old Ivan was very satisfied with Xueli's performance: "Then I will begin."

He pointed his right hand into the void, and another pure white radiance appeared, enveloping Xueli within it. He muttered: "My child, one day, you will understand my painstaking efforts."

That radiance surrounded Xueli, then suddenly shrank; the scorching radiance caused Xueli's hair to curl instantly.

She let out a crisp sound, her hands slowly spread open, breaking through Ivan's attacks layer by layer.

The battle between the two could not be considered too intense, but every strike was extremely dangerous.

A scorching radiance, with the two as the center, spread out in all directions.

The two retreated a few steps each, then stared fixedly at each other.

Old Ivan coughed violently; his strength was very strong, but after all, he was old now, and facing Xueli, he felt quite exhausted.

"Unexpected, truly unexpected." Old Ivan slowly shook his head: "Your strength has already advanced to this level."

"You are not bad either, Old Ivan." Xueli said with a smile: "Even though your age is already so great, I can feel that your Holy Power is only more, not less."

"It is just a pity that there is a trace of Dark Power mixed in your body. Although this trace of power looks very strong, in fact, it is constantly corroding your body."

"Hehe, are you talking about this power?" Old Ivan pointed his right hand, and a mass of black energy emerged from his fingertip.

This trace of black energy whistled up, rotated around his body once, and then transformed into a human shape.

The Dark Power rushed toward her, and Xueli frowned slightly; she clearly felt the coldness and terror contained within this Dark Power.

"Is this the power you stripped from those Dark Creatures?" Xueli asked.

"Yes, I am trying my best to convert them into Holy Power, but after converting to Holy Power, much of the power disappears for nothing, so I allow them to exist in my body; when I need them, they come out."

Old Ivan smiled slightly, and with a beckon of his right hand, the black energy suddenly dispersed into several groups, then rotated rapidly around Xueli.

Xueli suddenly felt her body stiffen; at this moment, her body felt as if it had been imprisoned.

These black energies bared fangs and brandished claws as they rotated around her, causing her body to fly up involuntarily.

And behind her, a huge abyss appeared; deep in the abyss was a bottomless void.

Her body retreated bit by bit, moving toward that endless abyss.

"That place is the Dark Abyss. I can open an entrance to the Dark Abyss at any time now. Although the time it is maintained is not long, but... it is enough to make you doomed eternally."

Ivan's face was full of distortion, and he said with a chuckle: "But now, there are two choices placed before you."

"First, submit to me; second, I will make you doomed eternally. What do you think?"

"Ivan... push me down. Being pushed into the Dark Abyss by your own hands, I think it is worth it. I hope my death can awaken a bit of your conscience."

Xueli gritted her teeth, trying hard to maintain her body and not let herself retreat, but the effect was minimal.

Those dozen or so groups of black energy bit her arms, constantly pushing her backward, leaving her body suspended in the air; one more step back, and she would likely fall down, from then on becoming food in the bellies of the Dark Creatures.

"Haha, everyone's Life is insignificant; humans are just like bugs." Ivan laughed loudly: "Your death will not stir up a single ripple, so go in peace."

Old Ivan raised his finger and muttered: "Before long, I will replace the True Lord, and at that time, I will possess endless Faith Power."

"And you are a stumbling block, so go in peace. Many people in the Pope will miss you."

A finger-strike whistled out, and Xueli let out a cry of surprise; her body swayed slightly and fell uncontrollably into that bottomless abyss.

However, at this moment, a Sword Light appeared, slashing back those black energies with one strike, and then the Sword Light protected Xueli, forcibly pulling her back from the edge of the Dark Abyss.

A figure flashed, Chen Yu stepped out and appeared before the two; he reached out and pulled Xueli into his arms.

Feeling the masculine scent on Chen Yu's body, Xueli felt incomparably stable in her heart.

She could not help but look at Chen Yu, and her bones felt almost soft.

"Sorry, I am late." Chen Yu did not notice her intoxicated gaze and placed her to the side.

"No, you are not; you are just in time." Xueli's face flushed slightly; she broke free from Chen Yu and stood to the side.