Chapter 118: How Could I Steal Your Spotlight?
The person who arrived wore a vibrant red long skirt, with a bright red peony jade pendant hanging from their waist. The skirt hem danced in the long sky with the wind, like a fiercely burning flame. Their black hair flew, and their eyes glanced sideways, appearing even more wild and unrestrained.
It was the Demon Lord’s only disciple, Feng Jinsui, and the sworn enemy who had been confronting Cheng Zhaoyang for five years.
Cheng Zhaoyang looked up, her heart tightening.
She had actually broken through to the Deity Transformation Stage!
Cheng Zhaoyang turned her head and saw Ming Zhaoshuang and the others had already woken up, and immediately said:
“I’ll go hold her off first! You all quickly enter the city!”
Saying this, Cheng Zhaoyang drew her sword and went.
Ming Zhaoshuang was also surprised when she saw Feng Jinsui, not expecting anyone to reach the Early Deity Transformation Stage at such a young age, and even less expecting Cheng Zhaoyang to fight her despite this.
The remaining soldiers had already stood to the side, supporting the barrier of Demon Quelling Pass with the spiritual power from their hands.
At this time, Ming Zhaoshuang naturally wouldn’t act tough. She glanced at Qin Feilong, who was eager to try, pulled him over, and said to Fei Changxiu and Ming Chenxing:
“Quick! Go back!”
Qin Feilong was still unwilling: “How can we abandon General Cheng and leave.”
Ming Zhaoshuang had no solution for a Male Protagonist with such hero complex, and said:
“She’s in Deity Transformation, and you’re in Golden Core. Are you going to fight or be cannon fodder? Don’t trouble Sister Zhaoyang, okay?”
Saying this, she tightly grasped Qin Feilong’s collar and dragged him back into Demon Quelling Pass.
In mid-air, Feng Jinsui and Cheng Zhaoyang fought, each move deadly, each move perilous, spiritual energy and demonic qi intertwined, spiritual light and demonic light continuously colliding.
When Feng Jinsui was at the Late Nascent Soul Stage in the past, Cheng Zhaoyang could still fight her to a draw. Now that she had broken through to Deity Transformation, her strength had advanced another level. Even with an Innate Sword Bone, Cheng Zhaoyang was helpless and could only retreat step by step.
She glanced sideways at Ming Zhaoshuang and the others, and seeing that they had retreated into Demon Quelling Pass, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Jinsui attacked with her sword, smiling wantonly and wildly:
“Cheng Zhaoyang, this time, you can’t beat me anymore!”
Blood splattered, and Cheng Zhaoyang was struck back to the ground by the sword. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said:
“So what.”
The sharp wind brushed past Cheng Zhaoyang’s cheek. She drew her sword and once again moved towards Feng Jinsui, like a soaring stream of fire, blooming with golden light.
If she can’t win, so what?
In her dictionary, there is only fighting, no retreat!
Seeing Cheng Zhaoyang fighting more fiercely, with more and more blood on her, Ming Zhaoshuang, standing on the city wall, couldn’t help but furrow her brows. She looked at the cultivators who were wasting spiritual energy to form the barrier, remaining silent for a long time.
No, Feng Jinsui didn’t plan to attack the city at all, so why were these people acting as if they had also contributed?
Instead of wasting spiritual power like this, it would be better to help Cheng Zhaoyang.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s gaze swept over the mountains and rivers near Demon Quelling Pass, over the Demon Army fluttering beside Demon Quelling Pass, and over Feng Jinsui and Cheng Zhaoyang constantly battling in mid-air.
Finally, she swept her gaze over the extremely gloomy sky.
Just then, her gaze sharpened, and she shouted to the cultivators below:
“You quickly split into two sides, the last six rows remain still, and the left and right sides divide into sixty-four small groups, occupying the mountains. Do you hear me!”
She was shouting here, but no one paid her any attention. Those soldiers were like dumb geese, still wasting spiritual power to support the barrier.
Ming Zhaoshuang swept her gaze back, handed them two Lightning Talismans, and said:
“Senior Brother Xiu’er and Chen Xing, go to the highest peaks on the left and right mountains respectively, insert your swords into the ground, draw in the thunder, and head towards the Demon Army. Quick!”
Fei Changxiu and Ming Chenxing naturally did not doubt her and proceeded directly according to Ming Zhaoshuang’s instructions.
Ming Zhaoshuang looked at the motionless soldiers below, feeling angry.
They look imposing, but why don’t they understand a single word!
Ming Zhaoshuang shouted again: “If you want to save your general! Do as I say! Do you hear me! Split into two sides, the last six rows remain still, and the left and right sides divide into sixty-four small groups, occupying the mountains!”
For a moment, some people started to move scattered, but seeing their companions beside them not moving, they retreated.
A bunch of pigs!
Ming Zhaoshuang was getting desperate, she yelled again:
“Can you stop wasting spiritual energy to support that damn barrier! Keep six rows of soldiers, and gallop counter-clockwise! The rest divide into two sides to occupy the mountains, sixty-four small teams of eight! Understand! Understand!”
Bad news, these pigs still refused to listen to her.
Good news, her voice was so loud that Cheng Zhaoyang, a hundred meters away in mid-air, could hear her. While blocking Feng Jinsui’s attacks, she shouted to these pigs:
“Do as she says!”
Seeing Cheng Zhaoyang speak, the soldiers finally got up and spontaneously followed Ming Zhaoshuang’s instructions. The dark army, like layers of crows, rushed towards both sides of the mountains.
Suddenly, more than half of those forming the barrier were gone, but those people were still struggling to hold on.
Ming Zhaoshuang: “…”
Sometimes people are truly speechless.
Ming Zhaoshuang directly struck the mountain rock that served as the formation core with her sword. Seeing the shocked and angry crowd, she coldly smiled:
“I can’t be bothered to scold you all, can’t you use some spiritual power for actual tasks!”
The soldiers, who could no longer rely on the barrier for support, glared angrily and cursed Ming Zhaoshuang.
“What the hell are you doing! What about the civilians in the city without the barrier!”
“General valued you so highly, yet you betrayed us! You destroyed the barrier we worked so hard to build!”
“You yellow-haired brat, how dare you be so presumptuous!”
……
And so on, the crowd was outraged, their voices unending.
Ming Zhaoshuang turned a deaf ear, she looked at the iron-gray sky, where faint threads of lightning seemed to flicker.
The sound of thunder had gone from one or two claps to a continuous rumble.
Soon!
Ming Zhaoshuang turned her head and said to Qin Feilong: “Senior Brother Qin, it’s our turn to appear!”
Seeing Ming Zhaoshuang’s actions, Qin Feilong, also a Talisman Master, understood her. He smiled at her:
“I thought you would take the chance to steal the spotlight for yourself.”
Saying this, he no longer hesitated. Riding the White Rainbow Sword, he went with Ming Zhaoshuang.
Ming Zhaoshuang smiled upon hearing this: “How could I steal your spotlight, Senior Brother Qin.”
Seeing her smile like this, Qin Feilong inexplicably felt a chill down his spine, always feeling that nothing good was about to happen.
As expected, the two of them traveled about two hundred and fifty meters and stopped at a position one-third of the way from Demon Quelling Pass to Cheng Zhaoyang.
Ming Zhaoshuang took one last look at the sky.
As the thunder in the sky intensified, it was about to fall from the sky.
Purple and white light intertwined, and suddenly struck the mountain peaks on both sides.
On the mountain peaks, Ming Chenxing and Fei Changxiu’s long swords were suddenly planted, like long needles piercing the sky.
The lightning followed along the two long swords, along the layers of their spiritual power downwards, crossing the feet of the soldiers, spreading rapidly like growing mycelium to cover the entire battlefield.
At the same time, Ming Zhaoshuang raised Qin Feilong’s hand and swiftly slashed across his palm with Fushuang!
“With my blood, I draw the thunder! Myriad Thunder Formation! Draw thunder into the formation!”
Ming Zhaoshuang grabbed Qin Feilong’s hand and slammed it hard onto the ground!
Qin Feilong’s eyes widened as he looked at Ming Zhaoshuang.
In an instant, as the thunder drawn by the soldiers instantly permeated to Qin Feilong’s feet, Ming Zhaoshuang’s spiritual power also spread along Qin Feilong’s blood.
A colossal heavenly lightning bolt struck down towards Qin Feilong!
Qin Feilong: “…”
Without any warning, I turned into a charred mess.
