Free Web NovelChapter 1817: Chapter 1817: 10 Seconds to Take Your Life
Leng Xueying lifted her exquisite chin, those cold eyes looking at the endless gun shadows thrusting over from Sikong Yu, yet the corner of her mouth curled into a trace of disdainful sneer as her jade hand reached to her waist and grabbed the whip hilt into her palm.
As Leng Xueying circulated her Bloodline Power, one end of this mere three-inch whip hilt suddenly seemed to have a Candle Dragon Shadow burst out from within, directly coiling around Leng Xueying’s body to form a shield.
Sikong Yu’s sky-filling Gun Qi all slammed into this shield, yet could not pierce through it. Leng Xueying’s gaze swept over Sikong Yu with contempt. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
"Tsk, tsk tsk, that’s all you’ve got?"
Sikong Yu gave a cold snort—she really was being looked down on. Borrowing the recoil from her thrust, Sikong Yu flipped backward in midair. While still in the air, she circulated her Vermilion Bird Bloodline. The Sikong family had been steeped in Vermilion Bird Bloodline for a thousand years and had become the First Rank clan of Ancestor Dragon City; that wasn’t because of luck.
The next second.
Sikong Yu’s curvy body curled in on itself, and from the shoulder blades on her back, Vermilion Bird Wings condensed out of Bloodline Power began to rapidly grow. When the wings fully wrapped around her body, Sikong Yu lifted her eyes and stretched out her entire body.
The wings on her back then suddenly spread wide, gently flapping, specks of firelight drifting down like snowflakes. Sikong Yu’s previous clothes were completely burned away by the Vermilion Bird Fire, and a Vermilion Bird Flame Armor, transformed from Vermilion Bird Fire, clung tightly to her figure.
Gulp.
Even on a battlefield, some men couldn’t help but drool at this sight. That scarlet Vermilion Bird Battle Armor and those straight, fair legs were simply a perfect match. Sikong Yu’s hair was also dyed red, flaring up behind her with the surging air currents. frёewebηovel.cѳm
The Vermilion Bird Wings flapped once, holding Sikong Yu suspended in midair, like a Vermilion Bird goddess that people couldn’t help but worship.
Li Feng’s eye corner couldn’t help but glance over a few more times. Although he had met Sikong Yu many times, this was the first time Li Feng had seen this fully released form of Sikong Yu’s Bloodline.
Even from far away, Li Feng could feel the waves of heat rolling off Sikong Yu’s body. Sikong Yu gripped her long spear, looking down from above at Leng Xueying.
"I’ll give you one chance to fight back."
"Ten seconds from now, I want your life."
Sikong Yu was bathed in flames all over, yet her voice carried an unquestionable chill and dominance. Did they really think the title of Vermilion Bird Goddess was just an empty name?
Leng Xueying looked at Sikong Yu in midair, who stole the spotlight even more than she did, and at the sound of gulping coming from behind her, she felt rather indignant.
You dare steal my thunder.
"Hmph, I’ll take your life first." Leng Xueying finished speaking, flicked her wrist, and the Candle Dragon Shadow in her hand leapt into the air, then turned into a whip shadow lashing up toward Sikong Yu in midair.
Sikong Yu dipped forward, her wings flapping, directly shifting her in midair.
"Run. You think you can get away?"
Leng Xueying gave a mocking smile. The Candle Dragon Shadow in her hand was no ordinary whip, but something manifested from Candle Dragon Bloodline. The whip was merely one of its forms; it didn’t mean it was just a whip.
The Candle Dragon Shadow turned in midair and pounced at Sikong Yu from behind. Sensing the danger at her back, Sikong Yu rapidly dodged and shifted with vibrating wings.
"Ten seconds are almost up, you know. Weren’t you going to take my life after ten seconds?" Leng Xueying watched Sikong Yu chased by the Candle Dragon’s Sound and sneered coldly.
Just then.
Ouyang Qiuhai suddenly cut in sideways, blocking right in front of the Candle Dragon’s Sound’s chase path. Seeing that ferocious Candle Dragon rushing at her, Ouyang Qiuhai directly sent out a Turtle Shell artifact.
Xuan Turtle Shell.
Ouyang Qiuhai threw the Turtle Shell out in front of her, her two hands rapidly forming seals. Ouyang Qiuhai was definitely not just some brute-force tomboy.
She was also a genius Array Master.
With her aptitude, if she wanted to enter Tianji Sect, one of the top ten Sects, it wouldn’t be difficult at all. Yet she chose to join Nine Layers Mountain, a Sect that focused on Martial Arts.
And usually, Ouyang Qiuhai rarely showed her talent. Most of the time, she spoke with her fists.
So in many people’s minds, Ouyang Qiuhai and Sikong Yu were two of a kind, both extremely battle-hungry tomboys.
"Four Directions Array · Xuanwu Descends."
Her mind sketched out the Array’s outline, and the Turtle Shell within it was the crucial array eye, the foundation of the Array. As the Array took shape, in an instant, the Power of Heaven and Earth in the surrounding space was stirred, gathering onto the Array in front of her.
It was then channeled along the Array lines into the Turtle Shell at the center. The Turtle Shell seemed to be instantly activated, and a Xuan Turtle phantom appeared in a flash, its heavy-as-a-mountain aura surging out like mountains and seas overturning.
The onrushing Candle Dragon Shadow slammed headfirst into the swelling Xuan Turtle. The Candle Dragon shattered on the spot, and the Xuan Turtle phantom also showed a crack, but it wasn’t broken through.
"The rest is up to you."
After taking Leng Xueying’s strike head-on, Ouyang Qiuhai’s face turned slightly pale. After all, using this Four Directions Array with her current strength was still a bit taxing.
The Xuan Turtle phantom collapsed in the next second. This Array was something she could at most maintain for two or three seconds.
Sikong Yu gave a short hum. Without the Candle Dragon’s Sound dogging her from behind, she had no more worries. Her wings flapped once, and in an instant she broke the sound barrier, the air letting out a sonic boom as the ground was carved by a streak of fire. Her figure flashed and appeared right in front of Leng Xueying.
The long spear in her hand pierced straight through Leng Xueying’s chest. Leng Xueying’s Candle Dragon Shadow didn’t even have time to gather again.
"I said I’d kill you in ten seconds, so I kill you in ten seconds."
Sikong Yu gave Leng Xueying a cold glance, then directly yanked out the spear. Vermilion Bird Fire surged from the wound the spear had punched in and spread rapidly outward.
Leng Xueying’s face was full of disbelief. "I don’t... want to die."
Sikong Yu didn’t spare Leng Xueying another look. She suddenly turned around, eyes sweeping over the battlefield. Even though she had taken out Leng Xueying here, the overall situation was far from optimistic.
Earlier, Heavenly King Hall had been caught totally off-guard by Li Feng, and although Heavenly King Hall’s troops were elite, they lacked numbers. When their top fighters were locked in a standoff with Li Feng’s side, unless they killed the Golden Core cultivators on Li Feng’s side, it was hard to break the situation.
Back then, if Leng Feiying and Leng Xueying had both joined the fray, the battle might not have looked so good. With those two joining, Li Feng’s side could very well have collapsed. After all, Li Feng’s trusted aides were still far inferior.
A few hundred trusted aides might be able to take on several Golden Core Early Stage cultivators, but once the formation was broken, it would be like a tiger into a flock of sheep—what awaited them was slaughter.
And now, although Sikong Yu had swiftly killed the reinforcements’ Leng Xueying, this wave of Leng Family reinforcements numbered over two hundred. Together with the thirty to forty remnants of Heavenly King Hall from before, in sheer numbers, Li Feng’s side no longer had the advantage.
And in terms of combat strength, the elites of Ten Demon Hall were clearly stronger than Li Feng’s trusted aides. Even though Li Feng’s trusted aides had come out of a place like the Duel Arena, likewise, while these trusted aides had the will to die, their overall strength was relatively low. After all, the Duel Arena was never going to invest too many cultivation resources in this group of War Slaves.
"Qiuhai, you still good?"
Ouyang Qiuhai nodded. "I’m still good."
"Come with me to the left flank."
