Chapter 62: System
–Wind Valley
Floating a hundred meters above the ground near the edge of the Wind Valley, dozens of kilometers from the central area, the black-haired girl with vacant eyes stared blankly ahead, a dazed expression on her face.
Her seemingly invincible Swallow God had retreated. The vast difference in power between them, both Saint-ranks, was unbelievable.
She had lost the courage to even draw her sword, fleeing in disgrace, her pride shattered.
The Sorrowful Saintess of the Sea Concubine Palace possessing the Weaver of the Sun, Bloodbath Fox Sovereign… It sounded too absurd…
Buzz, buzz, buzz—
As the black-haired girl drifted in the sky, a high-pitched buzzing sound, as faint as a mosquito, echoed in her ear.
She looked down, but there was nothing there. Yet, she felt a strange ripping sensation in the air.
Swish!!
A spray of blood.
The next second, a thin line of blood appeared on He Daoqi’s eyelid, as if grazed by a sharp blade.
“…”
He Daoqi turned towards the mountain peak behind her. A beautiful white-haired woman in a sea-blue uniform stood there.
“Sea Concubine Palace… are you here to kill me?” He Daoqi asked coldly, covering her eye.
“Just passing by,” the white-haired woman paused, then smiled.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Gray Citadel, Swallow God.”
“Since you know, and you still dare to attack when your type of spirit beast is suppressed by one rank… You must have already written your will.”
The girl was slightly annoyed. Another one who only remembered the Swallow God and not her name.
As she spoke, a swirling ink-like aura enveloped He Daoqi, forming a protective barrier.
The weapon-type spirit beast’s protective field had been activated. No spirit beast below Saint-rank could harm her.
Swish—
Another streak through the air, and another line of blood appeared on the black-haired girl’s delicate face.
What was that?!
Her pupils constricted. Even the Swallow God hadn’t reacted. Unbelievable…
What had attacked her?
“You could have killed me, yet you only inflict minor scratches. Are you mocking me?”
Grazing her eye, yet only cutting the eyelid. Piercing her cheek, yet only drawing a thin line of blood. He Daoqi’s expression turned icy.
The white-haired woman smiled without replying. She simply didn’t want to trigger the Saint-rank spirit beast’s berserk mode.
Spirit Masters at the Dead Sea and Dawn and Dusk Stages couldn’t unleash a Saint-rank spirit beast’s true power. An unconscious Saint-rank Spirit Master was dozens of times more terrifying than a conscious one.
She would slowly torment her, gradually breaking her will and spirit. Even a Saint-rank Spirit Master wasn’t invincible.
Swish!
Another attack. This time, a flash of white light, and blood sprayed from He Daoqi’s body.
Although they were just minor scratches, blood flowed like a fountain!
Bang—
The next second, the Swallow God’s protective field finally activated, a swirling ink barrier blocking a circular, ice-blue weapon. Sparks flew as the two forces clashed.
Seeing the weapon, He Daoqi’s eyes narrowed. A ice-blue, full-moon-shaped blade, like a hula hoop, spun at an impossible speed, constantly penetrating the ink barrier, leaving another cut on her skin.
In the blink of an eye, the circular blade returned to the white-haired girl’s hand.
Its speed was like a video playing frame by frame, skipping seconds, far surpassing the speed of sound.
“Who are you?” He Daoqi asked, her expression strange. This weapon clearly wasn’t Saint-rank, yet it could easily penetrate the Swallow God’s defenses.
“Sea Concubine Palace, Bai Ningying.”
“Never heard of you,” He Daoqi replied coldly.
She actually knew who she was: Bai He, a Saintess Candidate of the Sea Concubine Palace, second only to the Sorrowful Saintess.
Her high-rank, weapon-type spirit beast was the Cold Sun Mirror. It was said that this woman’s spirit beast had an abnormal number of battle technique slots, seven or eight, all focused on speed.
No spirit beast of the same rank could last even half a second against her. Bloodshed was instantaneous.
Strangely, despite multiple tests, Bai He hadn’t been identified as the legendary Spectral Star Body.
Unfortunately, no matter what secrets she held, how powerful her talent, whether she had a powerful backer or a system, as long as she remained in the Sea Concubine Palace, she would never surpass the Sorrowful Saintess.
After all, even a “system” could simply be a guidance-type Saint-rank spirit beast. The spirit beast ecosystem had evolved over countless years, and such things were no longer surprising. Compared to the Bloodbath Fox Sovereign, which held a place even in myths, it was just an insignificant tool.
Bai He, unfazed by He Daoqi’s dismissive tone, smiled as the Cold Sun Mirror in her hand vanished again.
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish—
The Cold Sun Mirror spun rapidly in the air, a flurry of blades, each strike narrowly missing its target, constantly probing the ink barrier, toying with the weapon-type spirit beast’s defenses.
Blood trickled down He Daoqi’s skin, staining her clothes crimson, like a beautiful blood-red rose.
Enduring the pain, He Daoqi frowned, unable to track the weapon’s movements. Although reluctant, she decided to attack the Spirit Master directly.
“Swallow God!”
Her black hair danced wildly, and the next second…
Boom!!!
A torrent of ink-like sword intent erupted, a deafening roar, aiming at the mountain peak dozens of meters away. She swung the brush upwards, tracing a semicircle in the air.
Sword-shaped ink condensed, and with a flash of light, it descended like a waterfall from the heavens, crashing down on Bai He.
Bang—
The entire mountaintop was flattened, the destructive sword intent rippling outwards, dust and debris filling the air.
The center of the mountain range seemed to have been cleaved in two, leaving a smooth, massive gash.
A single strike from the Swallow God could move mountains and overturn seas, even altering the sun and moon. Even with seven or eight battle technique slots, her opponent wouldn’t stand a chance.
Scanning the area, the white-haired woman was nowhere to be seen, likely reduced to dust by the Swallow God.
“The Sorrowful Saintess is one thing, but a mere Saintess Candidate dares to challenge me?”
He Daoqi exhaled a puff of black smoke, the air filling with the smell of burning wood.
She looked down, faint green lines spreading across her arms. Maintaining the Saint-rank spirit beast for so long was taking its toll.
Also, just as she had unleashed that attack, she had sensed another Saint-rank aura, likely the Frost Snow Woman’s.
Was the Frost Snow Woman fighting the Sorrowful Saintess again?
It seemed the Bloodbath Fox Sovereign was dormant. Even the Sorrowful Saintess couldn’t maintain such a high-consumption, offensive Saint-rank spirit beast for long at this level. It consumed far more energy than the Swallow God.
He Daoqi’s expression turned serious. She decided to return to the fight.
With the Bloodbath Fox Sovereign dormant, for the Frost Snow Woman, she could still muster one final strike!!
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