Chapter 57: Transcending Saint-rank
Caught in the crossfire of the two Saint-ranks’ battle, Gong Lianyue was drenched in sweat, yet she hadn’t even summoned her spirit beast…
To outsiders, she looked like a referee, calmly observing the spectacular fight between the Frost Snow Woman and He Daoqi.
He Daoqi, despite her recent setback, showed no sign of retreating. Gripping the Swallow God, she rose from the ground, the shattered black and white aura around her replenished by dense ink.
The Frost Snow Woman, her expression cold, held the white thread in her hands, ready to attack again.
Just as the tense atmosphere reached its peak, a jarring female voice emerged from the ground.
“Even your Swallow God is losing. I wonder how those genius Spirit Masters in ancient times managed to defeat Saint-rank spirit beasts in single combat at the same level…”
“The Frost Snow Woman is just a support type. True offensive types are on a completely different level.”
Thud!
As everyone watched, a green figure popped its head out of the ground.
Gong Lianyue paused, vaguely recognizing the green figure’s face… Wasn’t that the green-haired girl she had encountered in the library?
“Sorrowful Saintess, what are you waiting for? Summon your Saint-rank spirit beast! Let’s drive away this Storm Realm bitch first, and then deal with the Frost Snow Woman together!”
Gong Lianyue froze, the girl’s words echoing in her ears.
What the hell?
Wait, was this green creature the legendary Wrathful Saintess, Luo Kuxin…?
Then she had misunderstood that book! The one titled [I Cuckolded My Wife, and She Loves Me Even More]!
She had simply wanted to hide her interest in the Soul Prison Trial, not expecting to pick up a random erotic novel and be seen by the Wrathful Saintess.
Come to think of it, Luo Kuxin should have been with the Ice Shield Palace Master when they came to the Sea Concubine Palace, but she hadn’t been present in the meeting hall.
As Gong Lianyue was lost in thought, He Daoqi’s expression darkened.
She had been fighting the Frost Snow Woman openly, assuming the Sorrowful Saintess wouldn’t stoop to a sneak attack, but she knew just how shameless and despicable Luo Kuxin was. That woman was capable of anything.
“Hurry up! What are you waiting for?!”
“I…” Meeting their gazes, Gong Lianyue stammered, speechless.
Could they stop staring at her like that? She really didn’t have a Saint-rank spirit beast!
Even if they looked at her expectantly, as if saying, “Transform already!”, it wouldn’t change anything…
[Swallow God]
Bang!
The next second, the impatient green-haired girl was struck by a sword-shaped shadow of ink, her body exploding into a bloody mist, a gruesome death.
Green blood splattered everywhere, a strangely… vibrant sight.
A moment later, a green glow converged, reassembling the girl’s shattered body.
The green figure rose from the ground, shaking her arm as if she hadn’t even felt the pain.
“Not a bad massage,” Luo Kuxin said sarcastically, looking at the black-haired woman.
“Hmph.”
Hearing the taunt, He Daoqi sneered.
She knew that level of attack wouldn’t harm her. She had simply been venting her frustration.
Lowering her gaze, her eyes widening, the black-haired woman’s grip on the brush tightened, a powerful aura erupting.
She wouldn’t give up on the Frost Snow Woman, even if she had to face two Saint-ranks at once.
“Swallow God – Colorless.”
Whoosh~~~
A wave of ink washed outwards, forming a swirling dragon and phoenix painting behind the black-haired woman, so lifelike it seemed to move.
As the dragon roared and the phoenix cried, a terrifying wind swept through, dyeing the sky the color of ink.
Clang—
A sharp ringing sound, and then the energy vanished.
All the power and aura converged on the tip of the Swallow God’s brush, shrinking and intensifying, a terrifying sword intent.
The black-haired woman stood motionless, her eyes closed, holding the brush. The ground beneath her feet cracked from the surging spirit energy, the air itself distorting.
Under the Swallow God’s power, the world seemed to be reduced to swirling black and white.
Watching this, a drop of cold sweat trickled down Gong Lianyue’s forehead. Because of the Wrathful Saintess, she had been dragged into this.
They were both considered enemies now! This attack was meant for both of them.
Such a terrifying sword strike… it would be instant death, not even leaving a trace.
The Wrathful Saintess could be revived infinitely, but she… she was done for…
No—
Wait, there was still a chance!
A sudden inspiration, a way out.
If He Daoqi’s Swallow God unleashed this attack, they would both die. There was no escape.
So, if the attack could be prevented, there was still a sliver of hope.
She swallowed hard and whispered softly,
“Listen carefully. We only have one chance.”
“They aren’t like those we faced before. We’ve never fought a real Saint-rank before. We have no idea what their limits are.”
“Transforming into the Seven-Star Titan Moonquake Fox or the Autumn Water Hundred Flower Fox Princess is meaningless. She will unleash that attack, and then… our fake Saint-rank will be exposed.”
“Think carefully about what you want to become, what kind of aura you want to project. Our lives depend on it.”
“You…”
Gong Lianyue muttered softly, pulling out a small, blood-red pill from her bosom.
The Cloud Dream Flower’s transformation abilities were indeed flawed against a Saint-rank, but with this, things might be different.
[Tyrant Blood Pill]
Temporarily stimulates the latent power within a spirit beast’s bloodline. Even the most docile spirit beast would become ferocious and violent, but the effect only lasted for three minutes.
Because the little fox had been so eager for this pill, she had spent 1000 contribution points on it.
This was her last chance.
He Daoqi’s Swallow God radiated a world-destroying aura…
And at that moment, Gong Lianyue, the Sorrowful Saintess of the Sea Concubine Palace, finally revealed her spirit beast to the world.
“Chirp, chirp, chirp~~~”
A small, adorable, pink fox emerged from her collar, instantly attracting everyone’s attention.
“A fox?”
“Wait, isn’t the Sorrowful Saintess’s spirit beast the Variant Water Emperor!?”
The Wrathful Saintess cried out, He Daoqi’s pupils constricting. Even the Frost Snow Woman tilted her head in confusion.
Perched on Gong Lianyue’s shoulder, the Nine-Colored Cloud Dream Flower listened intently to its master’s final words.
“You have to make that Swallow God feel fear, terror, dread, even make it lose the will to fight. Only then can we survive.”
“No, you have to surpass the aura of every Saint-rank present!!”
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