Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World [Complete] - 19

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Chapter 202 The Descends of the Six-Winged Angel -- Chapter 203 A Knight's Journey

With this cold voice, both the Dragon King Bolemututajik, who was charging upwards, and the eight high-ranking dragons above him, involuntarily felt a tremor from the depths of their souls.

The Dragon King Bolemututajik, his eyes filled with fear, halted his ascent, flipped backwards, and plummeted towards the ground, attempting to escape this terrifying area. Suddenly, Tai Feng's palms in mid-air turned golden, drawing countless mysterious trajectories that dyed the sky within a radius of several dozen feet golden. Then, a colossal creature appeared in the air, with antlers like a deer, a head like a camel, eyes like a rabbit, a neck like a snake, a belly like a clam, scales like a fish, claws like an eagle, paws like a tiger, a body like an ox, and five claws on its belly. Its entire body shimmered with golden light, darting through the night sky. This was the divine dragon truly possessed only by China, and the king of dragons—the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon!

This time, Tai Feng unleashed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms at full power, far surpassing the mere intimidation displayed during his previous battle against the Twelve Golden Warriors in both strength and range.

The five-clawed golden dragons conjured by Tai Feng's palms circled in the air. Of the eight high-level dragons attempting to seize the opportunity, three, unable to stop in time, let out mournful cries, scattering a shower of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs as they fell to the ground. The five-

clawed golden dragon that had circled in the sky seemed to receive Tai Feng's command, roaring and charging straight towards the Dragon King Bolemututajik, who had already landed on the ground.

"Roar~~~" Bolemututajik, as expected of a Dragon King-level expert, saw the five-clawed golden dragon approaching... With a powerful push off the ground before he could even regain his footing, his entire body soared into the air, unleashing a deafening roar. A burst of blue flame erupted, engulfing him completely, and he transformed back into his original form mid-air.

As the final move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, the most powerful palm technique in five thousand years of Chinese martial arts, how could the "Regretful Dragon" be easily dodged? However, the five-clawed golden dragon chasing the Earth Dragon King Bolemututajik abruptly turned just centimeters before impacting the ground. It hurtled towards the transforming dragon king, Bolemututajik, skimming the ground.

"Ahhhhhh!" Just as the five-clawed golden dragon was about to collide with the dragon king in its transformation phase, a dark shadow suddenly vanished from the sky. Then, it appeared in front of the five-clawed golden dragon—a high-ranking silver dragon.

"Spartanannis, you idiot! Get out of my way!" The Dragon King Bolemututajik, in the midst of his transformation, roared amidst the blue flames, watching helplessly as the energy-formed five-clawed golden dragon easily pierced through the body of the high-ranking silver dragon. The violent energy tore the silver dragon's massive body to shreds, its momentum undiminished as it charged towards the Dragon King Bolemututajik.

Floating in mid-air, Taifeng wore a sinister smile. The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were said to be able to subdue dragons; if they couldn't even handle this small, pot-bellied lizard, then they were nothing.

With a deafening boom, the five-clawed golden dragon formed of energy collided violently with the blue flames protecting the Dragon King, creating a tremendous energy impact. The ball of high-temperature blue flames only withstood the five-clawed golden dragon for less than half a breath before being easily pierced through. The entire twenty-foot-long energy body of the five-clawed golden dragon was thus forcefully inserted into the body of the Dragon King Bolemututajik, who had just reverted to his original form!

"Ahhhhh!" The Dragon King Bolemututajik spat out a mouthful of bright red blood from his massive dragon mouth, and his once radiant dragon eyes dimmed considerably.

Everyone present, whether ordinary citizens, the patriarchs of the four great golden families of the continent, or even the Pope of the Holy See, gasped in shock. A gaping, transparent hole had been pierced through the Dragon King Bolemututajik's abdomen!

"How...how is this possible? The Dragon King is second only to the Dragon Emperor. He's equivalent to an eight-winged angel! How could someone so easily break through his scales and skin, leaving a gaping hole? This..." Duke Tulip's previously cloudy eyes flashed with horror. He glanced at Taifeng, who floated in mid-air like a god, expressionless, then turned to look at the Dragon King Bolemututajik, whose abdomen now bore a large hole, filled with blood, fragments of internal organs, and some intestines spilling out. He was horrified. "Perhaps we really made a mistake this time. We provoked someone we shouldn't have, and this guy actually possesses the strength to kill an eight-winged angel. The strongest we have left is a six-winged angel who hasn't even appeared yet..." Duke Medusa glanced deeply at Taifeng, who was floating in the air shirtless, carrying Princess Lily on his back, and murmured, "In other words, our family..." Duke Golden Dragon didn't speak further, only glancing at his three companions with a bitter smile.

"Unless the higher-ups can send down another ten-winged angel, otherwise, we, and even our family..." Duke Phoenix finished the sentence, his face already pale.

"At least we still have Catherine to withstand this brat's wrath, while we..." Duke Medusa glanced at Duke Phoenix, a hint of jealousy flashing in her silver eyes, and sighed.

"Catherine, heh... If he knew his father actually went to kill his sweetheart, what do you think she would do?" Duke Phoenix smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Ah~~ Human, you're very powerful. I admit, I'm no match for you, heh... But I'm confident I can kill you... even though... I'll take many people with me... heh... Anyway, I'm not going to live either... I'll take you with me no matter what!" Blood gushed from the Dragon King Bolemututajik's mouth and nostrils like a fountain. His originally emerald green eyes turned a crazed blood red as he laughed maniacally.

"He's going to self-destruct... Oh my god, stop him! If he self-destructs, everyone in the entire city of Misa—no, not only that, everything within a radius of dozens of miles around Misa will be torn to shreds by the energy of his explosion! The entire capital city—all those people—won't escape!" Princess Lily, perched on Taifeng's back, cried out anxiously upon hearing the Dragon King Bolemututajik's frantic shouts, her beautiful eyes fixed on Taifeng's profile.

Upon hearing the Dragon King Bolemututajik's plan, almost everyone in the crowd collapsed to the ground. Escape? Would it be of any use? Could you possibly escape dozens of miles before a dragon king self-destructs? Unless you escape, no matter how far or near, there's only one fate: to be shredded by the violent energy!

Tens of thousands of citizens in the entire temple square stared in disbelief at the Dragon King Bolemututajik, who had fallen to the ground, gushing blood and his eyes gleaming with hysteria. Some of the more timid ones even prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. Just then, a milky-white holy light shone down from the sky, directly onto the Dragon King Bolemututajik, who had tried to perish with Taifeng. The light elements in the world rapidly gathered around this holy light, and the large hole nearly two zhang in diameter in the Dragon King Bolemututajik's belly, illuminated by the holy light, was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even Taifeng was stunned by this scene. This was too unbelievable! A Dragon King he had almost killed, with a huge hole in his body, was actually being saved like this?

"This...this...this is the legendary 'Divine Grace,' the strongest single-target healing spell in the Church of Light, said to be able to be cast only by gods! It's said to restore someone to full health as long as they have a breath left! But, this requires at least the power of a six-winged angel to cast!" Princess Lily, perched on Taifeng's back, stared in disbelief at the milky-white beam of light shining down from the clouds, and whispered in a terrified voice. Taifeng

, hovering in mid-air, dared not be careless. He activated the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Shattering Technique to its peak, controlling his immense mental power to scan the clouds, only to find a blurry mass within them, with nothing there at all.

"Could it be that this person who can unleash holy light has something to conceal his aura and whereabouts?" Tai Feng's expression changed. He channeled all his energy into the Azure Sky Technique and the Chaos Demon Body Technique, intending to strike first, but he hesitated, worried about Princess Lily's safety behind him. His expression turned serious as he stared at the clouds high in the sky.

After a short while, the huge hole in the abdomen of the Dragon King Bolemututajik had completely healed. His dragon eyes, which had dimmed considerably, regained their original radiant light, staring venomously at Tai Feng floating in mid-air. His scales, which had lost their luster, now shone brightly, clearly having recovered to their best condition.

The holy light shooting out from the clouds gradually faded, and then, a milky white halo slowly floated out from the clouds, revealing a six-winged angel with a sculpted form!

This six-winged angel was none other than Monroe, the six-winged female angel who had come to Mesa City with the Pope and other members of the Holy See of Light.

At this moment, Monroe appeared exceptionally holy, bathed in soft holy light, her face dignified, her six wings spread wide, adding to her sacred beauty.

However, the hint of lust in her eyes betrayed her wanton nature.

The entire city of Mesa gasped, their eyes wide with astonishment as the six-winged angel Monroe, with her holy face, slowly descended from the sky. They all knelt on the ground, worshipping her.

To be fair, Monroe's entrance was indeed impressive. Her well-fitting armor added a touch of heroism, and the armor's outline of her curvaceous figure was enough to ignite any man's desire. Her compassionate and holy expression inspired a sense of reverence in everyone.

What a perfect blend of gentleness and holiness, a six-winged angel! Unfortunately, there was one thing she forgot to conceal: her gaze. That fleeting glint of wantonness in her seemingly compassionate golden eyes, though well-hidden, was seen through by one person: Tai Feng.

"One, two, three... six, six wings! My God, a six-winged angel-level god!" A citizen, daring to scrutinize Monroe, covered his mouth and whispered in a trembling voice.

"Heavens! The God of Light actually sent a six-winged angel-level god to kill Tiger King Tagore!"

"How could this be? Isn't His Highness Tagore a hero of our Mehes? Didn't he save the empire's capital in its time of crisis and annihilate the Hulan Tartars? How come His Majesty is now..."

"Shh... keep your voice down, be careful the god doesn't hear you! Don't speak!"

"I didn't expect gods to really exist. I thought...

"

"Greetings, Lady Monroe!" The people of the Holy See, led by the Pope, rushed forward to greet the six-winged angel Monroe as she landed, bowing deeply.

"Rise, people of the land of God. Rise, your piety moves God!" The six-winged angel Monroe, seemingly accustomed to this, excused the Pope and others from the grand ceremony, and addressed the kneeling commoners around her. Her magnetic voice carried a strange allure, yet also an air of reverence and holiness.

"Thank you, Lady Monroe! May the grace of the God of Light last forever!" The congregation behind the Pope and the tens of thousands of people around the square echoed the Pope's words. The six-winged angel Monroe glanced at Taifeng, who was floating in the air, a strange smile playing on her lips. However, she turned away, reverting to her original holy demeanor, and walked towards the Dragon King Bolemututajik. Taifeng

frowned slightly, a sense of unease creeping over him. He felt that this six-winged angel was exceptionally strange, and unconsciously increased his mental focus on Monroe.

Unbeknownst to him, Princess Lily on his back had lost her earlier clarity, her eyes now filled with confusion, her expression shifting between clenched teeth and furrowed brows, a look of utter satisfaction on her face.

"Your Majesty, Dragon King Bolemutatajik, I am deeply sorry that you allowed such a despicable human to harm your powerful body! This greatly surprises me, the Six-Winged Angel Monroe. Are you feeling better now?" Standing before Bolemutatajik, who had revealed his true form, Monroe showed no sign of tension, offering a slight smile and greeting.

"Your Majesty, Six-Winged Angel, I am very grateful that you saved my life in the most dangerous moment. Thank you! However, this wretched human brat is still quite troublesome. I would like to ask you for a favor!" Bolemutatajik, now in his true form, looked at the six-winged angel before him whom he could easily swallow whole, and spoke very tactfully, despite being a rank higher than Monroe. But just now, when he was on the verge of death, it was Monroe who used divine grace and magic to revive him, so her tone was very polite.

"Of course, Monroe is ordered to rid the loyal people of my God of Light of this ruthless killer, and I will have to rely heavily on your help, Lord Dragon King!" Monroe said to Dragon King Bolemututajik with a compassionate expression.

"Alright! Then please do us a small favor, Lord Monroe. My children and I will surround and kill this human, but he is very fast, so if you see him escape, please intercept him. But please be very careful, this human is indeed very powerful!" Dragon King Bolemututajik said in a deep voice, opening his huge dragon mouth.

"Alright, don't worry. Although I know I'm no match for him, I can still hold him off for a while. The key is that you, Dragon King, must hurry back, otherwise I won't be a match for him." The six-winged angel Monroe smiled slightly, revealing her white teeth, and looked at the Dragon King Bolemututajik.

"Roar~~~ Boys, surround this human!" The Dragon King Bolemututajik roared at the eight high-level dragons that dared not advance in the sky. Then, his huge body, which was seventy or eighty feet tall, seemed to be stepping on a powerful spring, and he suddenly shot into the air. His eyes, flashing with hatred, were fixed on Taifeng, and a ferocious smile appeared on his ugly and huge dragon face.

Seeing the leader, the Dragon King Bolemututajik, rushing towards Taifeng, the seven high-level dragons that were still watching in the sky also swooped down, trying to surround Taifeng.

Tai Feng's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. His aura suddenly shifted, and a six-foot-long, blood-red sword appeared in his right hand. A ring of blood-red light, tinged with wisps of black death energy, emanated from the blade. A palpable killing intent and chilling death aura instantly filled the entire temple plaza. "

Did you really think a so-called Dragon King would take up so much of my energy? Did you really think these pot-bellied lizards could withstand my attack? If it weren't to lure out this bitch, I wouldn't have wasted so much time. But it turns out to be just a six-winged birdman!" Tai Feng curled his lip, secretly feeling utterly worthless.

At this moment, Dragon King Bolemututajik and seven other high-level dragons had completely surrounded Taifeng. Taifeng's less than two-meter-tall body appeared extremely small in front of these nine behemoths, yet they dared not be arrogant in the slightest. After all, Taifeng had just blasted through a high-level earth-type dragon, renowned for its defense, with just his two fists!

Taifeng scanned the area with his divine sense and noticed that the six-winged angel Menglu, who had just descended, had a strange smile on her lips. He paid close attention, while a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Human, I must admit your strength! I am indeed no match for you in a one-on-one fight, but our Dragon Emperor has repeatedly instructed that you take his head, so I'm very sorry, we have no choice but to join forces." The massive head of the fire-type dragon looked at Taifeng slowly, whether with pride or sarcasm, it was unclear.

"You have exactly eight big-bellied lizards, huh? Then I'll use eight moves." Tai Feng sneered, his icy gaze fixed on the Dragon King's enormous eyes, as if trying to freeze his blood.

"Eight moves? You think you can finish us off in eight moves? Haha, that's hilarious!" The Dragon King, Bolemututajik, let out a wild laugh, but his enormous dragon eyes held no trace of amusement, only rage!

The crowd in the square, including the newly arrived six-winged angel Monroe, stared in disbelief at Taifeng, who was surrounded by dragons in mid-air, as if he were a madman.

"Is it possible?" Duke Medusa below the stage turned to Duke Tulip, the highest-ranking of the four, and asked.

"What's impossible about what happened to him! In fact, his very existence is composed of many impossibilities." A glint of light flashed in Duke Tulip's cloudy eyes.

"Eight moves to slay eight dragons, and one of them was a dragon king-level behemoth, this..." Duke Golden Dragon, the member of the Golden Family who had the most dealings with dragons, looked at the massive dragons in the air and Taifeng, who looked like a worm in front of them, swallowed hard, and didn't continue.

"Come on, arrogant human, let us see your so-called ultimate skill!" One of the seven high-level dragons surrounding Taifeng looked at him provocatively.

Tai Feng raised the crimson Tiger Soul in his hand, and instantly, his long, snow-white hair swayed without wind. A bloodthirsty madness flashed in his eyes, and his figure vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Be careful!" The Dragon King Bolemututajik suddenly felt a chill and was about to warn him when he suddenly heard a cold voice, not in any language of the Starry Continent. Then, a white figure appeared at the neck of the high-level fire dragon that had just provoked him—

"Zhao Ke Man Hu Ying~~~"

As soon as the word "Man" was uttered, a streak of blood-red light shot straight up into the white clouds, and a huge dragon head flew high into the sky. The high-level fire dragon that had just provoked him was now decapitated.

"Wu Gou Shuang Xue Ming~~"

A blue water dragon next to the fire dragon didn't even have time to utter a sound before following in its companion's footsteps.

"Yin An Zhao Bai Ma~~"

This time it was a high-level dark dragon, who was beheaded without any power to resist.

The white shadow high in the sky was like a deadly demon, rampaging across the heavens.

"Run!" Dragon King Bolemututajik finally understood why Taifeng had stood motionless, allowing himself and the other dragons to surround him. It wasn't that he was terrified; he was simply waiting for them to walk right into his trap! "

Swift as a shooting star~~"

The death knell continued relentlessly, as if dazzling fireworks were exploding in the sky—"fireworks" made of dragon blood!

Taifeng, like a demon from the apocalypse, lightly gripped the demonic sword Tiger Soul, wantonly slaughtering these high-ranking dragons who should have been among the continent's strongest warriors.

Ancient Chinese martial arts technique—The Wandering Swordsman.

Chapter 204: Six-Winged Angel, a whore! -- Chapter 205 The Ultimate Transformation of the Four Golden Families:

Killing One Person~~"

"Leaving no trace for a thousand miles~~"

"Deed done, dust off clothes and depart~~"

A white shadow, indistinct in the sky, carried a desolate air, and a cold voice, like a ghost, moved through the encirclement of the eight dragons. After three more lines of poetry, three screams filled with fear and resentment followed, leaving only the Dragon King Bolemututajik, his eyes somewhat dazed, in the sky.

"No, you are a devil, impossible! How could this be? We are the dragon race, we are the most powerful dragon race on the continent!" "

The Dragon King Bolemututajik stared with a maddened daze at Qin Feng, who was holding a six-foot-long sword that gleamed with an eerie, blood-red light. His eyes were filled with terror.

Indeed, the power Qin Feng had just displayed was far too overwhelming, shattering the perceptions accumulated over tens of thousands of years on the Starry Continent.

Having slain the last high-level dragon, Qin Feng didn't continue. Holding the Tiger Soul Sword upside down (some readers have asked why it reverted to a sword after transforming into a halberd? Well, this is explained in previous chapters; the material of the Tiger Soul Sword allows it to take on any form desired by the user), he walked step by step towards the Dragon King Bolemututajik in mid-air, seemingly on an invisible platform in the void.

"Your Highness, wait!" The six-winged angel Monroe, who had been mocking Qin Feng as he was surrounded by dragons, shuddered involuntarily when she saw him slaughter the high-ranking dragons in the blink of an eye. A flicker of fear crossed her eyes, then a smile that could bewitch the world swelled on her lips. Looking at Qin Feng, she continued,

"I think this might be a misunderstanding between you and the dragon race. There's no need for everyone to risk their lives like this."

Qin Feng, who had been standing three zhang in front of the Dragon King Bolemututajik in the void, suddenly stopped. He glanced at the dragon king, whose expression was a mixture of fear, resentment, anger, and inner conflict. His white hair whipped back, and a mocking glint appeared in his cold eyes.

"I'll fight you to the death!" The Dragon King Bolemututajik, gripped by extreme fear, suddenly erupted in a hysterical state. A deep blue flame, even hotter than before, burst forth from his body, causing him to swell like a balloon.

"Oh no, he's going to self-destruct!" "The six-winged angel Monroe on the ground cried out in alarm, her eyes, which had been so confident and compassionate, now showing panic.

Qin Feng's expression remained unchanged, the mockery in his eyes growing even stronger, and he uttered five words from his tightly closed lips—

"Hidden in name and reputation~~"

The word "reputation" had barely left his lips when a massive, blood-red blade of light, powerful enough to traverse heaven and earth, appeared high in the sky, slashing towards the Dragon King Bolemututajik, who had swelled to twice its original size and was preparing to self-destruct. The crowd in the temple square only saw a flash of blood-red light before their eyes, followed by a sound thousands of times louder than a balloon being popped. A burst of blood exploded in the sky, like a giant firework, dazzling and brilliant!

"How is this possible? If a human could hunt down a high-ranking dragon alone, that would be one thing, but that was a fire-type dragon king known for its attack prowess, a dragon king second only to the Dragon Emperor! And it was just chopped into pieces like that… A dragon king no less powerful than a top-ranking eight-winged angel was killed in one fell swoop? This… how is this possible?" The six-winged angel Monroe stared at what she had just witnessed, muttering in disbelief.

"My God, am I seeing things? That dragon king and seven high-ranking dragons were just killed by His Highness the Tiger King like that?" An elderly citizen around the temple square rubbed his eyes hard, muttering incredulously.

"I think I'm seeing things too. This is impossible! Heavens, damn it, when did I get this strange illness?"

"Not just you two, I think my eyes are playing tricks on me too. Yes, we must be seeing things, otherwise how could we see something so impossible?"

The tens of thousands of onlookers in the temple square held their breath for a moment, staring blankly at the sky. After a long while, they rubbed their eyes and began to discuss among themselves. "

...

It seems we're finished...Not only us, I think even the higher-ups didn't expect him to be so powerful...Heh...The Golden Family, with its ten-thousand-year heritage, this time, it's all over..." Duke Tulip shook his head, glanced at the other three

, and said with a bitter smile. "It's my fault for dragging you all down. If it weren't for Nick, perhaps you wouldn't have been involved..." Duke Medusa's originally eerie silver eyes dimmed, and she looked at the other three dukes with guilt and regret.

"Robert, don't say that. After all, our four families are under orders from above. Although we seem very powerful on the surface, heh, we're really just a few pawns placed by the divine realm on earth, similar to the Papacy. Now perhaps our value has been used up, and we've reached our end..." Duke Golden Dragon's face showed a trace of vicissitude as he whispered.

The four dukes remained silent, watching as Qin Feng, who had slain the Dragon King Bolemututajik, strolled leisurely through the air towards the somewhat flustered six-winged angel, Monroe, as if stepping on staircases in the void.

"Your Highness, the Tiger King, I think we should perhaps sit down and have a proper talk. There are too many misunderstandings between us. Well, if you don't mind, we can find a quiet place for some in-depth discussion." Monroe, after all, was an old hag who had lived for a long time. Seeing Qin Feng approaching with overwhelming killing intent, although she was inwardly panicked, she quickly regained her composure and smiled at him, her smile as beautiful as a blooming rose, making one's heart flutter.

Especially striking were the dreamy look in her golden eyes, the allure between her brows, the blend of holiness and seductive charm emanating from her, and the curvaceous figure outlined by her sexy armor—she was indeed a rare and exquisite beauty.

Monroe was very confident that Qin Feng would accept her opinion. Men, after all, just like that kind of thing. Just like those male angels in the divine realm, every time they see her, they wish they could tear off their armor and then… Hmph, since I can bewitch even those ten-winged and twelve-winged angels in the divine realm, let alone a human boy like you?

Thinking of this, Monroe swayed her voluptuous figure, intentionally or unintentionally thrusting out her magnificent breasts, which resembled the Himalayas, and looked at Qin Feng with a seductive smile.

"You are beautiful, indeed, but I have no interest in a whore like you, ridden by a thousand men and trampled by ten thousand, you know that, old hag? Don't think I don't know who hypnotized her! If you want to live, drop that act that can fool those other idiots and obediently release Lily from the hypnosis, otherwise, I don't mind letting these mortals taste the so-called 'god'!" A murderous glint flashed in Qin Feng's eyes as he reached out and placed his hand on Monroe's magnificent breasts, squeezing hard through the unknown breastplate, speaking in an icy voice. A commotion erupted around them.

Good heavens, the six-winged angel was a god-like existence in the eyes of these people, but now... This was an insult to the God of Light, an unforgivable crime! Several very devout followers of the Church of Light were about to rush forward to rescue the goddess who had been violated by the demon tiger king, but seeing the several corpses lying in the square, they wisely stopped themselves.

"Oh...I understand, but you're hurting me...Please let go, okay?" Monroe's alluring expression was instantly replaced by pain, her golden eyes welling with tears as she pleaded with Qin Feng. However, the faint, almost imperceptible, lip color at the corner of her mouth didn't escape Qin Feng's notice.

"Okay. I'll let go." Qin Feng's expression changed, and he released his hand from Monroe's breast. Before she could even catch her breath, he grabbed her neck tightly!

"You know what I hate most? A self-righteous woman like you, pretending to be innocent with me? Sorry, you know what? Seeing you makes me want to vomit. You remind me of that island nation called J over a thousand years ago. Those J-nation bitches especially loved to act weak like you to gain people's sympathy! I'm giving you one last chance, you divine bitch. Quit Lily's hypnosis, and I might spare your life! If you don't cherish this last chance, then I don't mind letting… you taste something you've never experienced before." Qin Feng lifted Monroe with one hand, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes, and licked his dry lips.

"I… I understand… put me down…" Monroe struggled desperately in the air, her six snow-white wings flapping frantically, looking at Qin Feng pleadingly.

"Don't keep testing my limits!" Qin Feng slammed Monroe to the ground like a dead dog, coldly saying.

"Yes, sir." Monroe got up from the ground, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes. Her once snow-white feathers were now dusty, and her previous holy image was gone, making her look extremely disheveled.

As a six-winged angel, Monroe could roam freely across the continent, but for some reason, seeing Qin Feng's cold gaze made her tremble from the depths of her soul, completely lacking the courage to fight.

Qin Feng stared coldly at Monroe for a half-breath, causing her to tremble from the bottom of her heart. Then he untied his cloak, put Princess Lily down on his back, and held her in his arms. He then turned his head and looked coldly at Monroe.

"Don't play any tricks, or I'll make you disappear!" Qin Feng gently stroked Princess Lily's hair, who he had put to sleep, and said softly.

Although Qin Feng's voice was very gentle, Monroe still couldn't help but shiver. Having witnessed this man's ruthless methods of killing, she was filled with fear towards him. However…

Qin Feng released Princess Lily's pressure points, then gently pressed her forehead with his palm, channeling his inner energy, instantly waking her.

“Eek~~” Princess Lily opened her beautiful eyes, and when she saw Qin Feng's face less than half a foot away, feeling his warm breath on her face, she couldn't help but blush, her eyes immediately closing again.

“Alright, don't be shy, open your eyes. Didn't you say you didn't remember me? You'll remember in a bit,” Qin Feng said, affectionately pinching Princess Lily's small nose.

"Hmm." Princess Lily opened her eyes again. Although still a little shy, she regained her princess-like composure. Looking at the somewhat absent-minded six-winged angel Monroe beside her, she asked questioningly,

"How...how did she help me regain my memories?"

"She?" Qin Feng glanced at Monroe, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and said sarcastically,

"She used hypnosis on you, obscuring your memories of me, so you don't remember me."

"Then why did she make me forget you?" A hint of anger flashed in Princess Lily's beautiful eyes.

"Why? Hmph, only they themselves know. Alright, don't ask so many questions now. Let's talk about regaining your memories first." Qin Feng gently patted Princess Lily's shoulder.

"Hmm." Princess Lily blushed and nodded.

"Let's begin. I don't want any accidents to happen, otherwise..." Qin Feng didn't finish his sentence. He simply swept his piercing eyes over Monroe.

On the other side, Duke Tulip, who had recovered eighty percent of her power, glanced at the other three dukes and said in a voice only the four of them could hear:

"The final plan is in place. If we fail again this time... is everything ready?"

"Yes. It's the last hope. I've recovered about 70-80%." Duke Medusa nodded and looked at the other two dukes.

"I'm almost there too."

"Almost there, let's move out."

Duke Golden Dragon and Duke Phoenix nodded in unison.

"Let's see how the forbidden spell the Pope prepared goes. If that idiot hadn't gone to curry favor and hadn't stopped, he might have already released it." A hint of annoyance flashed in Duke Medusa's silver eyes as she glanced at the Pope, who was secretly preparing a super forbidden spell with a group of Papal experts in the distance.

"Let's move out. Given his character, he will definitely not allow the woman he loves to be hurt when we attack Princess Lily this time. So he will definitely use his own body to protect her. In this way, our plan can proceed..." Duke Tulip finished speaking in a low voice. His somewhat disheveled black robes suddenly bulged, and wisps of purple battle aura emanated from his body, forming a tulip-shaped protective circle around him.

Duke Medusa nodded, muttering something under her breath. Her once green hair seemed to come alive, beginning to move. Her silver eyes flashed with a sharp light before turning grayish-white, and two fangs emerged from her mouth. Her hands gleamed as if coated with metal, and a pair of golden bat wings sprouted from her back, tearing her white robes. This was the ultimate transformation of the Medusa family—the Medusa Transformation.

At the same time, Duke Golden Dragon activated the unique transformation skill of the Golden Dragon family, transforming into a three-headed golden dragon over thirty feet tall, covered in scales that appeared to be made of gold, with three enormous and ferocious heads.

Duke Phoenix was not to be outdone. As a descendant of the phoenix, Duke Phoenix transformed into a three-headed golden dragon, slightly smaller than Duke Golden Dragon's form, a phoenix composed of a mass of high-temperature flames.

Upon seeing the four dukes transform, the Pope immediately seized the opportunity and began chanting.

Qin Feng sensed the energy fluctuations in the world instantly. A disdainful

smirk appeared on his slightly upturned lips. The weak are weak, even if they change their appearance, they are still weak. He glared coldly at Menglu, whose expression had become somewhat abnormal, and then grinned, revealing snow-white teeth that gave off a chilling feeling.

Menglu quickly lowered her head, not daring to meet Qin Feng's gaze, and involuntarily shivered, fearing that if she angered this god of death, he might cleave her in two.

"Honestly dispel the hypnosis on her. I'll go deal with these four flies that are still crawling around. If you want to test how sharp my blade really is, you can try it!" The demonic sword Tiger Soul, gleaming with a bloodthirsty light, reappeared in Qin Feng's hand. He glanced indifferently at the four dukes who had already transformed not far away and said coldly.

"Boy, to be honest, we really don't want to fight you. After all, nobody wants to be enemies with a god of death. But we have no choice. Let me introduce you first. You should have sensed this fire phoenix. This is your Catherine's father, you could say your father-in-law." Duke Tulip said, looking at Qin Feng with a tulip-shaped protective circle made of purple battle aura.

"Oh? Catherine's father?" Qin Feng was startled. Catherine's appearance involuntarily flashed into his mind: her long golden hair, delicate eyebrows, deep, expressive emerald eyes, her pert nose, her slightly pursed lips, and her full...

The Duke Medusa, now transformed into Medusa, made a subtle gesture towards the other three. A glint of gold flashed in her originally greyish-white eyes, instantly turning them eerie. She said to Qin Feng,

"Your Highness, I'm very sorry, but my son... made his move!"

Qin Feng, who hadn't suspected anything while thinking of Catherine and was absolutely certain of his abilities, habitually looked at the Duke Medusa, only to see a flash of eerie light, and he seemed to lose control of his body.

Medusa's ultimate skill—petrification.

Just as the Duke Medusa saw Qin Feng petrified and shouted "Make your move!", the Duke Tulip, the Duke Golden Dragon, and the Duke Phoenix, who had been preparing for a long time, unleashed their ultimate skills at Qin Feng, who was petrified and unable to move in the square.

Duke Tulip unleashed a sword aura, a sword aura imbued with his life's power. This purple sword aura, only a palm's width wide, showed no sign of spreading from beginning to end, slashing straight towards the petrified Qin Feng.

Duke Golden Dragon, transformed into a three-headed golden dragon, spewed out three golden dragon breaths from its three ferocious heads. These three breaths, brimming with primal energy, quickly merged, forming a massive and incredibly powerful dragon breath that shot towards Qin Feng.

Meanwhile, Duke Phoenix, transformed into a fire phoenix, also unleashed a blazing golden flame, comparable in both power and purity to the primal dragon breath spewed by Duke Golden Dragon's three-headed golden dragon.

The three energies slammed into Qin Feng, who was petrified in the center of the plaza, from three directions!

"You're so sleepy, so very sleepy... You gently close your eyes... You fall asleep... You see a shirtless man with white hair embracing you... You hate him... You pull out the dagger hidden in your sleeve and plunge it into his heart..." A mesmerizing glint flashed in Monroe's sexy eyes as she turned Princess Lily's head to face her own, speaking slowly in a very magnetic voice. Unseen energy slowly flowed into Princess Lily's head, and she felt her head grow heavier and heavier until she finally collapsed into Monroe's arms.

The three streams of energy, combining the life's work of the three dukes, finally collided with Qin Feng, who was petrified in the center of the square, causing a violent explosion.

"It seems our mission is complete... cough cough..." Duke Medusa, now back in her original form, appeared exceptionally old. Her once emerald green hair had turned gray-white, and her silver eyes were no longer as sharp, dimming considerably, like those of an old woman nearing the end of her life.

"Yes, our mission is finally complete... Heh... Cough cough... It's just that we'll never see our families again... I wonder..." Duke Golden Dragon, who seemed to have aged decades like Duke Medusa, said with a bitter smile.

"I... I'm most worried about... Catherine... that girl... if she knew that her father... was involved in the murder of... her sweetheart... would she come after me... cough cough..." A kind look flashed across Duke Phoenix's face.

Duke Phoenix was about to talk about the mission when he saw his companions lying one by one in pools of blood. A ghostly figure appeared before him, shirtless, with long silver hair, holding a blood-red longsword, his face full of murderous intent, and his cold eyes staring at him without any emotion!

"Heh... so you've come... then come... but I have a request beforehand..." Duke Phoenix looked at Qin Feng with his lifeless eyes.

"Speak."

"I hope you will take good care of Catherine for me... She hasn't smiled since we parted... You can do it now!" Duke Phoenix murmured, closing his eyes and awaiting death.

"Go back and tell Catherine that her man will come to pick her up within six months. If she's even a little thinner than before, I'll spank her a hundred times!" A hint of tenderness flashed in Qin Feng's cold eyes. Ignoring the dumbfounded Duke Phoenix, he turned and walked towards Princess Lily.

A mocking glint flashed in his eyes. It seems some people really won't shed tears until they see the coffin!

Chapter 206 Godslayer - Chapter 207 Twelve-Winged Angel

? "Tai Feng walked up to Monroe, took Princess Lily from him, and asked, a hint of disdainful mockery in his eyes.

"Ah... It's untied... Just wake him up..." Monroe seemed somewhat absent-minded, lowering her head and nodding in reply, but she didn't see the fleeting mockery in Tai Feng's eyes.

"Hmm." "Tai Feng gently patted Princess Lily's cheek in his arms and whispered, "Lily. Wake up... Lily..."

"Eek..." Princess Lily finally opened her eyes, but the trace of confusion in her eyes did not escape Tai Feng's notice.

"Lily, are you awake? Do you remember the person holding you?" Hearing Princess Lily's voice, Monroe, who had been looking down, suddenly raised her head. A hint of joy flashed in her panicked eyes as she asked with concern, but her voice seemed to have a certain magnetism.

"The person holding me? I..." Hearing Monroe's voice, Princess Lily's delicate eyebrows furrowed. She turned to look at Tai Feng, who was holding her, and murmured:

"Bare-chested... bronze skin... white hair... sword-like eyebrows... it's you..." Princess Lily's eyes flashed with a strange light as she spoke, as if she had entered a specific program. Her right hand moved slowly at an imperceptible speed.

"What's wrong, Lily? Do you remember me?" Taifeng, unsuspecting, hugged Lily tightly and asked with concern.

"I remember...I remember...I'm going to kill you..." Princess Lily's eyes flashed with a fierce light that didn't belong to her. Her right hand swiftly drew a dagger that had been hidden in her sleeve, and she thrust it towards Taifeng's abdomen!

As Princess Lily uttered the last "you," Monroe, who had seemed extremely flustered, flashed a sharp light in her eyes, and the energy she had secretly gathered suddenly blasted towards Taifeng's head!

Monroe was only three feet away from Taifeng, and what she had just unleashed was the strongest single-target attack skill that a six-winged angel of the Light element could release—the Radiant Holy Sword!

A light sword several meters long, composed of light magic elements and shimmering with a milky-white halo, slashed straight towards Taifeng's neck.

Princess Lily and Monroe's attacks were both very sudden, and the distance was extremely short. It was impossible for Manas to dodge them using mere movement.

A flicker of joy flashed in Monroe's alluring eyes after she unleashed the Radiant Holy Sword, as the sword, capable of piercing the dragon's scales, struck Taifeng's neck!

But before she could finish rejoicing, the joy in her captivating eyes was replaced by boundless terror! For she saw a pair of mocking, disdainful eyes, eyes that made her feel death was imminent!

Taifeng!

His entire body radiated three feet of dark light, his Chaotic Demon Body Technique reaching its peak, as he forcefully used his neck, the most vulnerable part of the human body, to withstand the Radiant Holy Sword that could have pierced the dragon's hard scales!

"By the God of Light, how is this possible?" Monroe hurriedly took a few steps back, her face filled with terror as she watched Taifeng, who had caught her Radiant Holy Sword with his neck, walk towards her step by step.

In Tai Feng's arms, Princess Lily, who had been hypnotized by Monroe to secretly kill him, now seemed to be asleep, her head gently resting on Tai Feng's shoulder. The dagger in her right hand had somehow ended up in Tai Feng's hand!

"I originally gave you a way out, but... you didn't cherish it, repeatedly testing my limits. Did you really think I wouldn't dare kill a woman?" Tai Feng's cold gaze was fixed on the trembling Monroe, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

"I... I can't... This is a mission given to me by the gods... I... If you can take me in and protect me, I'm willing to be your slave, even your female slave... In that case, I'll do whatever you want..." Monroe glanced at Tai Feng's murderous eyes, and suddenly shivered, but then twisted her slender waist. A hazy glint flashed in her eyes as she approached Tai Feng step by step, an invisible pink energy slowly pressing towards him.

Taifeng's lips curled into a slight smile, a look of extreme disdain playing on his lips. His cold eyes were filled with endless mockery as he watched Menglu approach, her already sparse armor beginning to peel away. He sighed inwardly, "The people of the divine realm are truly despicable!"

His right hand flashed a dagger in a strange arc through the air, swiftly severing one of Menglu's snow-white wings before her astonished eyes!

"Ahhhhh!" Menglu screamed in agony. She collapsed to the ground, golden blood gushing from the wound where her wing had been severed.

"So, the blood of you angels is golden!" Taifeng said calmly, looking at Menglu, who lay trembling in pain, as if he hadn't been the one who had so swiftly severed her wing.

"You...you're a devil..." Monroe struggled to utter the word through her clenched teeth. Her once captivating eyes were now dimmed, filled with fear as Tai Feng drew ever closer, his dagger tracing eerie paths through the air. It's common

knowledge that angels' energy is concentrated in their wings; the more wings they have, the more energy they possess. This is why angels with more wings are of higher rank. Tai Feng had just severed one of Monroe's wings with a single dagger, removing three wings and reducing her rank from a six-winged angel to less than four. Monroe appeared much weaker now.

"Is that so? Well, thank you for the compliment. However, no matter what you say, it won't change my resolve to kill you!" Tai Feng's cold eyes seemed oblivious to the trembling pain on Monroe's alluring face as he spoke coldly.

"Do you really want to take my life? I've already willingly agreed to be your slave... just let me go..." Seeing Taifeng step forward, Monroe's eyes pleaded, and she instinctively tried to back away. A trail of golden blood slid across her wounded body as she struggled backward.

Taifeng raised the dagger in his hand, seemingly oblivious to the pleading look on Monroe's beautiful face. The dagger traced a beautiful arc, as beautiful as a bright, full moon, circling Monroe's slender neck, lifting her beautiful head. A jet of golden blood spurted out, and then her headless body slumped softly onto the cold ground of the Temple of Light's plaza.

Ancient Chinese martial arts—the Crescent Moon Scimitar.

"He actually killed a god..." The tens of thousands of people in the temple square witnessed the entire incident. It took them a while to recover after Taifeng cut off Monroe's beautiful nipple. They pointed at Taifeng, who was now embracing Princess Lily with a gentle expression, and stammered,

"Heavens! Your Highness Tiger King, no, he actually killed a god! He no longer deserves such an honorable title! He is a rebel against the gods! He should receive the most severe punishment from the great God of Light!" This was the vehement statement of a religious fanatic.

"Tagore is utterly rebellious! How dare he be disrespectful to the great god! This is an unforgivable sin! He must be bound and burned at the stake in the temple!"

"And that Princess Lily—bah! She's no longer worthy of the title! She's a drunkard, an accomplice of the blasphemous Tagore! She should be burned too!"

"Yes! Only in this way can we express our devotion to the great God of Light, only in this way can we appease His wrath!"

...

These people who came to witness the ceremony were all the most devout followers of the Church of Light. Seeing the angel they had longed for their entire lives, who had never appeared, being brutally killed in the square of the Temple of Light in Meisha City, second only to the Papacy on the continent, they couldn't accept it. They pointed at Taifeng and Princess Lily in his arms, cursing loudly.

"Awake? Are you really awake this time?" Taifeng looked tenderly at Princess Lily, who was nestled in his arms, slowly opening her eyes, and said softly.

"Eek... Tagore..." Princess Lily opened her eyes and felt a strange, rhythmic breath spraying onto her face, like a scurrying ant crawling across her soft cheeks.

"That's wonderful! You've finally regained your memories!" A hint of warmth flashed in Taifeng's previously cold eyes, instantly replaced by joy. He gently laid Princess Lily down, looking at her slightly flushed face, a warm smile finally curving his lips.

“You…” Princess Lily had fully regained her memories. Looking at the corpses of dragons, angels, and humans in the plaza, a complex expression flashed in her eyes. She whispered to Taifeng,

“Is it worth it for me?”

“Why not? Fool! For you, I’d kill all these birdmen and big-bellied lizards, even if it meant storming the realm of gods, I’d still bring you back!” Taifeng smiled arrogantly, his right arm irresistibly encircling Princess Lily’s arm. Looking into her somewhat flustered eyes, he said solemnly,

“This time, whether you like it or not, I’m taking you away! Because you can only be my woman!”

“I… do I have any chance to refuse?”

“No!”

"Then what's the difference between you and abducting a woman?"

"Anyway, no matter what you say, I'm going to take you with me!"

"Well, I have no choice but to obey." Princess Lily's eyes flashed with a hint of emotion, and she sighed, feigning helplessness.

Just then, Tai Feng's eyes, which had been full of tenderness, suddenly turned cold. He picked up Princess Lily and held her behind him, a cold smile appearing on his lips. The blood-red Tiger Soul had already appeared in his right hand, and an energy even more terrifying than the flame energy spewed out by the Dragon King Bo Le Mutu Tajik with his primal energy was rushing towards Tai Feng at almost the speed of light!

The Pope of the Church of Light and his group of experts, who had cast the super forbidden spell, seemed to have all their energy drained, collapsing softly to the ground. They watched helplessly as the super forbidden spell that carried all their hopes—the Judgment of the Gods—a huge energy ball that looked like a blinding white light, slammed into Tai Feng, who was standing alone, protecting Princess Lily behind him, at almost the speed of light.

Tai Feng's expression turned solemn. He channeled the Azure Sky Technique within his body to its peak, and the Chaotic Demon Body Technique on his body's surface reached its highest level, a ring of dark light protecting him and Princess Lily behind him. The blood-red demonic sword, Tiger Soul, infused with immense Azure Sky Force, erupted with a burst of golden light. A golden blade aura, several meters long, slashed fiercely at the oncoming terrifying energy.

It wasn't that Tai Feng didn't want to use his movement techniques to escape the terrifying attack of the Divine Judgment with Princess Lily; rather, the surrounding area of several dozen meters was entirely within the attack range, exceeding the limits of Tai Feng's lightness skill. Therefore, Tai Feng decided to withstand this sudden and extremely powerful attack head-on.

Fortunately, the experts of the Holy See, led by the Pope, were ultimately only mortals, so their use of the Divine Judgment was merely a simplified version, possessing perhaps less than one-tenth the power of the super forbidden spell cast by the gods of the divine realm.

Even so, this energy attack was still extremely terrifying, at least for Tai Feng, who found it somewhat troublesome.

The Tiger Soul sword in his hand, carrying waves of energy, cleaved against the oncoming high-condensation energy shockwave. As each strike of golden sword energy neutralized the terrifying energy shockwave, a smile appeared on Tai Feng's lips. He had broken the super forbidden spell, which combined the energy of all the experts present in the Holy See.

"Your Holiness, we..." A cardinal in red robes, who had collapsed behind the Pope, swallowed hard, looking at Tai Feng who had single-handedly broken their Holy See's strongest forbidden spell, and didn't finish his sentence.

"It seems our good days are over. Heh... But even if we die, Tai Feng won't have an easy time. The patriarchs of the three great golden families have all perished here. Heh, with the power accumulated by these three families over tens of thousands of years, they will absolutely not let this go. And our Holy Domain, then, all the countries, big and small, across the continent will attack him, a prince who only has the Mayan Wasteland territory. No, even his princely title will be stripped by Mehes. Heh...

Even if he is invincible on the continent, even capable of killing gods, what use is it? Moreover, the dragons and the gods of the divine realm suffered a loss at his hands this time. Heh, do you think they will let Tai Feng go? At that time, he will face the dragons, the gods of the divine realm, plus all the countries of the continent united as one. Can he withstand it all by himself?" Although his clothes were somewhat disheveled, and the diamond crown and crystal scepter symbolizing authority and majesty were nowhere to be seen, the Pope's eyes flashed with a madness of a successful conspiracy as he spoke to the powerless papal personnel lying on the ground behind him.

Tai Feng abruptly raised the Tiger Soul Blade, channeling all of his Celestial Force into it. The blood-red blade seemed to be immersed in a dazzling golden halo several meters in diameter. With a powerful exhale, the Tiger Soul Blade, carrying an energy that shook the heavens and earth, slammed into the already weakened, highly condensed energy shockwave. Golden and white light exploded, cracking the ground of the Temple of Light plaza into several bottomless chasms.

Tai Feng, carrying Princess Lily, retreated to avoid the violent aftershocks.

"Tai Xiao Zi, watch out behind you! A bird-man with twelve wings! Stop! He's wielding our Witch Clan's divine weapon, the Soul-Devouring Spear! Move forward!" A slightly panicked mental energy fluctuation from the Tiger Soul Blade suddenly appeared in Tai Feng's mind!

The Tiger Soul Blade's warning came too suddenly. Tai Feng, unable to stop his backward momentum, desperately channeled his remaining Sky Force to plummet downwards, but it was too late—

"Ah~~" Princess Lily cried out in pain from behind. Tai Feng felt a chill run down his spine as an aura many times stronger than that of the Dragon King's mentor, Mututajik, emanated from behind him.

Tai Feng forcefully mustered his remaining Sky Force and unleashed his Dragon Soaring Across the World Footwork. Several illusory shadows flashed through the air, and Tai Feng was already standing on the other side of the plaza.

He pulled Princess Lily into his arms, only to find her once rosy complexion now platinum gold, a deep wound on her right chest gushing blood, and a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. Her snow-white wedding dress was now stained a mixture of red and white blood.

"Lily..." Tai Feng pressed several acupoints on Princess Lily's chest to stop the bleeding. Fortunately, Tiger Soul had warned him, allowing him to escape the danger zone as quickly as possible. Even so, Princess Lily still had a deep gash several inches deep in her chest.

"Lily, don't worry, I'm here, you'll be alright!" Tai Feng held Princess Lily's hand, speaking incoherently.

"Cough cough... Am I going to die..." A strange light flashed in Princess Lily's beautiful eyes. There was no panic, no fear, only a faint sense of relief as she looked at Tai Feng and asked.

"No, I won't. With me here, no one can take you away from me. Whoever tries to take you, I'll kill them!" Tai Feng wiped the blood from the corner of Princess Lily's mouth and said softly,

"Little Tai, you need to kill that twelve-winged birdman quickly, and then find a place to treat your wife. If this drags on any longer, she'll die!" Tiger Soul's spiritual energy fluctuations once again entered Tai Feng's mind, which was already somewhat unsettled.

"Yes, kill this birdman who attacked us first! Lily, wait for me, I'll take you to get treatment right away!" Tai Feng channeled the last bit of his Azure Sky Energy into Princess Lily's body, protecting her heart meridian, and said softly.

"Don't close your eyes, wait for me! Watch how I avenge you! Understand?" Tai Feng took out a white cloak from his spatial bag and wrapped it around Princess Lily.

"Little darling! Get down here!" Tai Feng suddenly stood up and roared towards the sky. Then, a golden light, as if shooting from beyond the heavens, streaked across the distance and landed accurately in front of Tai Feng with a "whoosh." It was none other than the little lion in its true form, the Nine Luminaries Profound Heaven Holy Winged Lion.

Tai Feng, holding Princess Lily, tumbled onto the little lion's back. He gently set her down and said to the little lion, "Little darling, I'm entrusting the safety of one of your aunts to you!"

"I know, Uncle Feng, go do your work. I'm here, don't be afraid!" The little lion, probably realizing the urgency of the situation, nodded his huge lion head sensibly.

Tai Feng took a deep breath and glanced at Princess Lily. He gently kissed her cheek. With a leap, his figure flashed through the air, Tiger Soul already firmly gripped in his right hand.

In mid-air, a male angel clad in silver armor, with brilliant golden hair and a handsome, almost feminine appearance, arrogantly spread his twelve enormous snow-white wings, mockingly watching Tai Feng approach him. He held a dark, three-zhang-long spear upside down in his hand.

"Young man, be careful. This spear is the Soul-Devouring Spear, ranked seventh among the Ten Divine Weapons of our Witch Clan. Although it's not as good as the Tiger Soul Spear I reside in, it's still quite formidable. Be careful. By the way, the Soul-Devouring Spear has an additional ability: it devours souls. That little girl got stabbed just now, but luckily I managed to block it. You need to hurry up and finish off this bastard. If you're too late, your wife's soul will be dissolved." Tiger Soul warned solemnly.

Tai Feng's expression tightened, and a murderous intent powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth erupted from his robust body. His eyes were devoid of emotion, fixed on the twelve-winged angel posing in mid-air, enjoying the worship of tens of thousands of people. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, which he had bitten.

Regret, boundless regret. If he hadn't entangled with that vile angel for so long, if he had killed her sooner, if he had discovered the super forbidden spell released by the Pope and his group sooner, if he had discovered this suddenly appearing birdman sooner, then his beloved woman wouldn't be injured, wouldn't be lying bleeding in his arms.

Hatred, boundless hatred. He only wanted to live happily with his woman in this world, why was he being forced to commit massacres time and time again?

A flash of crazed bloodlust appeared in Tai Feng's cold eyes, and the previously depleted Sky Force within him suddenly surged forth again, even more violent and uncontrollable than before.

"Ahhhhhh!" Tai Feng unleashed this violent energy to its maximum speed. The Chaos Demonic Technique on his body also emitted a misty aura, a death ray-like halo enveloping him. Within the dark light, his snow-white hair swayed without wind, gradually turning a vivid, blood-red color. The blood-red demonic sword, Tiger Soul, seemed to come alive, letting out a ferocious roar. Behind Tai Feng, a gigantic, blood-red tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead opened its massive jaws, revealing a pair of gleaming white fangs, as if it wanted to devour all living beings in the world.

"Ahhhhhh!" Tai Feng's eyes turned blood-red, and his brow tore open again, revealing the previously blue-glowing, clearly defined black and white eye!

The Heavenly Eye opened!

At this moment, Tai Feng seemed to forget himself, forget everything. Everything before him was shrouded in a blood-red hue. A murderous aura, capable of tearing the world apart, and boundless killing intent erupted from the depths of his heart. The demonic sword, Tiger Soul, trembled uncontrollably with excitement.

The twelve-winged angel Petral, who was arrogantly receiving the worship of the common people, suddenly felt a tremor from the depths of his soul. He tightened his grip on the Soul-Devouring Spear, swallowed hard, and channeled his battle qi to its peak, staring intently at Tai Feng not far away.

Chapter 208 The Heart of an Angel

The twelve-winged angel Petral was bathed in golden holy light. As a secondary god-level angel, his power was incomparable to that of a six-winged angel like Monroe. The golden holy light plated Petral's silver-white armor with a holy luster, and his twelve golden wings stretched out to their fullest extent, making him appear exceptionally holy and solemn. The aura of a superior caused all the people present to involuntarily kneel on the floor again, trembling and speechless.

Qin Feng, who was confronting the twelve-winged angel Petral, was also floating in mid-air at this moment. His bloodshot eyes were filled with hatred and killing intent, and a deathly aura that wanted to destroy the world emanated from the tall white tiger image behind Qin Feng.

"Heretic! Divine punishment has descended! I, representing the God of Light, will punish you!" the twelve-winged angel Petral roared, brandishing his Soul-Devouring Spear in a beautiful flourish as he pointed it at Qin Feng. His voice carried a hint of holiness, though his slightly stiff expression betrayed his inner unease.

Even a sixteen-winged god-king, let alone a twelve-winged angel like Petral, would be startled by Qin Feng's current appearance. He seemed like a peerless demon king returned from the deepest abyss of hell—no, "demon king" was an understatement; perhaps "Asura" would be more fitting.

Reeking of blood and exuding a chilling aura of death, he brandished his battle sword, his eyes stained crimson with countless blood-red demons, his long hair, dyed red from the pool of blood, billowing in a cold light. His sinister gaze fixed on the distant twelve-winged angel Petral as if he were already dead.

"God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light! God said, 'You have offended divine power,' and divine punishment has descended!" The twelve-winged angel Petral could no longer withstand the killing intent and death aura emanating from Qin Feng and behind him. He brandished his Soul-Devouring Spear, pointing it at

Qin Feng with a serious expression, and roared. As the twelve-winged angel's voice fell, a golden bolt of lightning crashed down from the heavens with a deafening boom, slamming into Qin Feng, who was floating in mid-air, with the force of annihilating him in one

fell swoop. Floating in mid-air, Qin Feng, who resembled a world-destroying demon, curled his lips into a mocking and disdainful smile. His free left hand reached out and grabbed at the incoming white-golden lightning, then gently squeezed it. As if crushing a foolish little bird, the powerful golden lightning seemed to melt away in mid-air, disappearing completely.

"Hmm! You've got some skill." Seeing Qin Feng so easily break through his Divine Punishment Lightning, the twelve-winged angel Petral suppressed his inner panic, feigning nonchalance, and said to Qin Feng,

"Again, take my Purification Spear!" As his voice fell, a spear several dozen feet long, composed of dense light energy, suddenly appeared in mid-air. Although its energy concentration wasn't as high as the previous Divine Punishment Lightning, it excelled in speed. The massive spear, barely formed, shot towards Qin Feng's eyes with a "whoosh," less than half a breath after the twelve-winged birdman Petral finished speaking. Clearly, this twelve-winged birdman had prepared before shouting.

This time, Qin Feng appeared even calmer, his mockery and disdain even more pronounced. He suddenly opened his mouth, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. A tremendous suction force emanated from his mouth, deflecting the spear's trajectory and sending it hurtling towards Qin Feng's open mouth.

Qin Feng swallowed the spear of light in the blink of an eye, as if it were an appetizer. His blood-red eyes glared menacingly at the terrified twelve-winged angel, Petrral. He chuckled, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, and suddenly spat out a red-black energy spear, the same size as the previous one. This spear was entirely composed of an unknown, blood-red energy, with wisps of black death energy swirling around its edges. It pierced towards Petrral at twice the speed of the previous spear.

"Boom!" A deafening roar erupted as Petrral, relying on his twelve wings, gracefully traversed the air to dodge the energy spear imbued with killing intent and death energy. However, behind him, the colossal statue of the God of Light in the Temple of Light's plaza was struck by this red-black energy spear!

With a series of hissing sounds as energy was released, the towering statue of the God of Light, which had stood for nearly a thousand years in the Temple of Light Square of Mesa City since the founding of the Mehes Empire, constructed of mithril, adamant gold, and other rare materials, collapsed with a deafening roar!

The massive statue, unable to withstand the immense killing intent and death energy it contained, shattered into dust, raising a cloud of dust in the air.

"You...you...you've committed blasphemy! You actually destroyed the statue of the great God of Light...you're beyond redemption...the gods will not forgive you...you..." The twelve-winged angel Petral, flapping his wings in mid-air, pointed at Qin Feng and roared, trembling all over.

"Hahaha~~~ Blasphemy? I've killed all of you birdmen before, what am I afraid of? I'll not only destroy your damn statues of the God of Light, I'll also destroy all your temples! I'm not just blasphemer, I'll kill gods, I'll slaughter all your so-called gods! You will be the first so-called god to die by my blade!" The somewhat crazed Qin Feng laughed loudly, his ferocious blood-red eyes fixed on the furious, world-destroying Tiger Soul pointing at Petrral in mid-air, snarling.

"Qin kid, don't blast this birdman to smithereens. There's a heart-shaped energy crystal in his internal organs, something called the Angel's Heart. Get that off, it'll help revive your wife," Tiger Soul quickly said, sensing Qin Feng's intention to kill the twelve-winged angel Petrral in one fell swoop.

A glimmer of clarity flashed in Qin Feng's previously crazed blood-red eyes, a blue light flashed from his third eye, and the Angel's Heart, equivalent to the heart of the twelve-winged angel, clearly appeared in Qin Feng's sea of consciousness.

"Is this it? Fine, then I won't blast it to smithereens!" A strange light flashed in Qin Feng's blood-red eyes

as

he stared at the heart of the twelve-winged angel Petral with a sinister smile. Petral couldn't help but tremble, wondering what trick this god-slayer was up to now

. " Ya ... A muffled groan echoed in mid-air, and a golden figure flew backward like a tennis ball that had been violently struck. The twelve-winged angel, Petral, spat out a mouthful of golden blood; his once bright, star-like eyes dimmed considerably, and his twelve wings flapped frantically, trying to maintain their balance. Qin Feng smiled sinisterly, his feet flashing without creating any energy fluctuations, instantly catching up with the retreating Petral. He raised the Tiger Soul Blade in his hand again, grinning menacingly, and slashed down fiercely at Petral. "Aaaaaah!" Petral, on the verge of death, roared helplessly, spitting out a mouthful of golden blood onto his Soul-Devouring Spear, and once again raised it to parry Qin Feng's descending Tiger Soul Blade! "Boom!" Another deafening roar, even louder than before, echoed in mid-air, accompanied by a sickening metallic scraping sound. A gigantic golden figure, like a cannonball, was slammed into the ground of the Temple of Light plaza. Qin Feng, sword in hand, floated silently in mid-air. The enormous white tiger phantom behind him appeared even more ferocious, its blood-red hair flowing wildly, its blood-red eyes fixed on the hole Petrral had created in the ground with a playful glint in their eyes. The surrounding crowd felt as if the end of the world had arrived, involuntarily retreating. They were devout followers of the Church of Light, and the twelve-winged angel described in the Light Canon as possessing power second only to the main god had actually been forcefully driven into the ground by a human. This outcome would have made even the Pope of the Holy See faint, let alone them. Qin Feng, like a defying demon god, floated silently in mid-air, emanating an aura that terrified the heavens and earth, his eyes fixed on the hole Petrral had created, as if watching its prey. After a long pause— "Cough cough..." The twelve-winged angel Petral crawled out of the ground, looking utterly wretched. His once-proud golden hair and handsome face were covered in mud, and his gilded silver armor, unable to withstand the immense energy, was torn to pieces. His most prized possession, the Soul-Devouring Spear, ranked seventh among the Witch Clan's divine artifacts, was broken in two! Golden blood flowed from his numerous wounds; his state was beyond description! A glint of light flashed in Qin Feng's blood-red eyes. His figure vanished abruptly, appearing in front of Petral, who had just emerged from the ground. In Petral's panic, a blood-red claw forcefully pierced his chest! "Ahhh!" Petral screamed, shrinking rapidly like a deflated balloon, staring resentfully at the heart-shaped stone in Qin Feng's hand, gleaming with golden light, seemingly metallic. The Angel's Heart! Chapter 209 Hair Like Snow -- Chapter 210 Nuwa's Tears "This is your Angel Heart, right? Thank you!" Qin Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile as he looked at the gradually shrinking twelve-winged angel, Petral, and slowly said. His left hand tightly gripped the gleaming golden metal block. In Petral's despairing gaze, his figure flashed, and in the next moment, he was on the little lion's back. The huge white tiger phantom behind him dissipated, and the long, blood-red hair returned to its original snow-white color. "Little darling, did you see that bird-man with twelve wings?" Qin Feng gently embraced Princess Lily, placing the Angel Heart on her right breast, and turned to the little lion. "Yes. I saw it a long time ago. Uncle Feng, you're so strong! If it were me, I would have beaten him down in no time." The little lion nodded, looking at Petral, who had shrunk to two-thirds his original size in the distance. "Let me tell you, this birdman's meat is much tastier than dragon meat. Not only that, this birdman is a secondary god of the same level as the Dragon Emperor, a twelve-winged angel. If you eat it, your internal energy might increase significantly!" Qin Feng tempted. "Really? This... um... gulp... I..." The little lion, upon hearing that it was even tastier than dragon meat, swallowed hard, wanting to go but hesitant because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to handle Petrul. Qin Feng gently carried Princess Lily and flashed to the ground, saying, "Go, take out his angelic heart for me. He's only at the Sword God level now. You're more than enough to handle him." "Oh, then I'll go!" The little lion replied, swallowing hard, and the next moment, he appeared in front of Petrul, who had shrunk to the size of a mortal. The saliva dripped onto Petrul's terrified face. "What are you doing? Get out of my way! I am Petral, the twelve-winged angel under the command of the God of War. How dare you be disrespectful to me? Aren't you afraid of the punishment of the God of Light?" Petral's voice grew louder and louder, until it was almost a shout. "Afraid? Afraid of you? Hehe. This little lion king uncle says your meat is much tastier than those big-bellied lizards. I just smelled it. It is indeed more fragrant than those dried lizards. I couldn't resist..." The little lion's saliva was already like a waterfall, flowing down. "How could you listen to that blasphemer? You will be cursed by the gods! If you... ah..." Petral wanted to say something threatening or trying to win over the little lion, but the impatient little lion bit him and tore him in half in the air. A spray of golden blood was spilled, which was chewed to dust by the little lion's sharp teeth that could easily cut through dragon scales, making a series of "crunch~ crunch~" sounds. Finally, the little lion licked its lips with lingering satisfaction, muttering, "It was delicious, but there wasn't enough." Its eyes lit up at the sight of the dragon corpses on the ground, and it tiptoed towards them. "You're so foolish! How could you offend the entire God Realm for me!" Princess Lily lay in Qin Feng's arms, looking at the boy who had been her student for a day, her expression a mixture of gratitude and reproach. "For you, I'd do anything, even kill all those worthless birds in the God Realm." Qin Feng gently stroked Princess Lily's pale face, speaking softly. "Fool... I won't live much longer... It's not worth it... Cough cough..." Princess Lily looked tenderly at Qin Feng, but suddenly coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood from her purplish lips. "Lily..." Qin Feng was startled and quickly channeled the Azure Sky Technique into Lily's somewhat cold body. However, he didn't notice that a drop of blood had landed on the citrine of the worn-out citrine necklace around Princess Lily's neck. A barely perceptible glint of light flashed across the citrine and disappeared, then everything seemed normal. "It's no use... Hold me tight... I want to talk to you... Otherwise, I'm afraid... I'll never have time to talk to you again..." Princess Lily weakly shook her head, looking at Qin Feng.

"Mmm!" Qin Feng pulled Princess Lily into a tight embrace, pressing her somewhat cold face against his cheek. He whispered in her ear,

"No, we'll have plenty of time to talk later. Trust me! I can definitely heal you!"

"Don't speak, listen to me." Princess Lily struggled to cup Qin Feng's sharply defined face in her hands, gazing tenderly into his eyes.

"Do you know? Actually, I once loved someone deeply. He was just as domineering, just as tender, and just as talented as you. Although he wasn't as capable as you, he was Grand Marshal Cherno's most prized disciple. We were classmates at the Royal Magic and Martial Arts Academy. We were both excellent, and naturally, we came together. Finally, seven years ago, we got engaged. I thought I would have a happy and fulfilling family, like an ordinary woman, getting married, having children, doing laundry, cooking, and serving my man... Heh... But, in the second month after our engagement, the Hulan people attacked our north. As a general of the empire, he led his troops into battle. After a year of fierce fighting, he finally drove the Hulan people back to the Keqin Grassland. But he never came back!

I thought I would never love any other man in my life, but I never expected that fate would send you to me."

A complex look flashed in Princess Lily's captivating eyes as she gently stroked Qin Feng's face.

“This is called fate,” Qin Feng said softly, looking tenderly at Princess Lily.

“I prefer to call it a curse. The first time I saw you was on the street. When I saw you, my heart, which had been calm for many years, suddenly stirred for some reason. Later, at the ball, in the classroom, you were so bold. You were more domineering and more aggressive than him, which made me have to run away.”

“You can’t escape. The woman I’ve set my sights on can’t escape.” Qin Feng said domineeringly, pulling Princess Lily into his arms.

“But I was really conflicted at the time. I always thought you were just his shadow, and I was afraid of hurting you. Besides, I’m thirteen years older than you, thirteen years, you know? And nominally, I’m still your teacher… We can’t…”

“Who says a student can’t marry a teacher? So what if you’re thirteen years older? I’m going to marry you anyway!” Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and pinched Princess Lily’s small nose as he spoke.

"So you're so domineering. I was so conflicted back then, but I never expected Father would exile you to the Mayan wasteland. I initially wanted to plead for you, but then I thought it would be good for you to get some experience. Later, when I saw you off at the city gate, do you remember what flower you gave me?"

"A white tulip."

"Yes, I thought you knew the meaning of a white tulip, and I felt a sense of relief, but then I felt so lost. Silly girl, do you know what a white tulip means?"

"No, I just thought this flower suited your temperament." "A

white tulip represents hopeless love! I thought you understood, that you had let go, but I never expected you didn't know the meaning of a white tulip at all. It seems it was all fate... cough cough..." Princess Lily spat out another mouthful of blood, splattering it on Qin Feng's bare upper body.

"Little White, didn't you say that the Angel's Heart could heal Lily's injuries? What's going on? I feel like her injuries are getting worse!" Qin Feng was shocked and angry, questioning the Tiger Soul in his sea of consciousness.

"Ah, Qin boy, it's too late. If she had had Angel's Heart when she was first stabbed, perhaps there would still be a glimmer of hope. Now, all we can do is try to save her a little longer," Tiger Soul whispered in Qin Feng's mind.

"What do you mean? Is Lily beyond saving?"

"Qin boy, take heart. Sigh, see what hope she has left. Grant her whatever she desires." Tiger Soul said nothing more.

Qin Feng suddenly felt short of breath. Looking at Princess Lily's pale face, he trembled involuntarily, gently stroking her soft hair.

"Don't worry, silly... everyone dies eventually... it's just a matter of sooner or later! By the way, could you dance with me one more of the dance we did at that ball, sir?" Princess Lily forced a pale smile at Qin Feng, asking playfully, a hint of tenderness in her eyes.

“Of course, beautiful lady.” Qin Feng forced a bitter smile, gently helping Princess Lily to her feet. He held her waist tightly with his left arm, grasped her left hand with his right, and pressed his cheek against hers.

A blush rose to Princess Lily's pale face, as if she had been instantly healed, like the last rays of the setting sun before it dipped below the horizon. She clung to Qin Feng and began to dance.

Forgetting everything, their eyes were only for each other!

Their figures fluttered like butterflies among flowers, chasing the promises of their past and present lives; their gazes were soft, as if a thousand words were unspoken, yet conveyed in their unwavering eye contact; their bodies radiated warmth, conveying the tenderness of their hearts; their hearts beat in unison.

The crescent moon hangs low, her beauty faded. I raise my cup, drinking in the wind and snow.

Who overturned the cabinet of past lives, stirring up dust?

The creed of fate has woven countless reincarnations. You weep, your beauty faded, but I cannot call back.

Though history has turned to ashes, my love remains.

Like the three thousand rivers flowing eastward,

I take only a sip of love. I understand only you, the butterfly you transformed into. Your hair

, like snow, paints a poignant picture of parting. I burn incense, moving who

will I invite to the bright moon, letting memories shine? Love is perfect under the moonlight.

Your hair, like snow, flutters with tears.

I wait, growing old.

In the drunken years of mortal life, I carve an eternal monument of love for you with unwavering devotion!

"Until now, I realize that I love you, not his shadow...

" "Is this a belated confession?"

"Hehe... If there's an afterlife... will you still love me?"

"Yes, in the next life, the life after that, and in all the future reincarnations, I will love you."

"Hehe... Okay, then you must be born early, not thirteen years younger than me like in this life, and find me early, don't make me suffer so much anymore..."

"Okay, I will be born early, and find you early, to love you well, to cherish you!"

"Hmm... And remember, when you send me flowers in the future, never send me white tulips..."

"Okay! I remember!"

"Hold me tight... It's so cold..."

"Hmm..."

"I remember... what you said in this life... in the next life you must... you must find... me..."

"Okay! I definitely will, wait for me!" Qin Feng tightly embraced Princess Lily's gradually cooling body, a tear silently sliding down his cheek, landing on her somewhat cold face and then on the citrine necklace around her neck.

Suddenly, a tremendous energy emanated from Princess Lily, or more precisely, from the citrine necklace around her neck. Even with Qin Feng's current strength, he was momentarily forced back several steps!

Then, a warm yellow halo emanated from the citrine, like ten-thousand-year-old amber. Bright and soft. The yellow light grew stronger and stronger, until finally it became blurry, indistinct.

Princess Lily's icy body seemed to be lifted up by an unnamed force. She floated in mid-air, appearing as if asleep, without a trace of stiffness. Her flowing golden hair floated smoothly in the air, her beautiful eyes gently closed. Her snow-white dress swayed gently in the halo, and a teardrop-shaped yellow crystal appeared on her forehead. It was the yellow crystal pendant from the necklace that had hung around her neck!

"Ahhh!" Qin Feng was greatly alarmed. He channeled three layers of his power and struck the yellow halo fiercely, hoping to break through the barrier separating him and her. However, the result astonished him. With Qin Feng's current Aquarius level, three layers of power were enough to pierce the skin of a giant dragon, but striking this yellow halo was like throwing a stone into the sea, only creating a faint ripple.

"Ah~~" Qin Feng, refusing to believe it, once again channeled six layers of his power. His right fist shimmered with a golden light, turning his entire fist into gold, and he slammed it fiercely into the halo. With a muffled "Boom~~", the force, powerful enough to kill a high-level dragon, was the same as the first time, only causing faint ripples on the dim yellow halo.

Just as Qin Feng was about to unleash his full power to strike the mysterious halo for the third time, Tiger Soul's spiritual energy fluctuations, tinged with awe and envy, entered Qin Feng's mind:

"Qin boy, stop hitting it. With your current power, no matter how you hit it, you can't break through this halo. And your little wife has actually benefited from this misfortune."

Qin Feng stopped his punch, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "

Little White, explain yourself clearly, what's going on? Why do I feel like this halo is..." "

It feels very gentle, very warm, very familiar, isn't it?" Tiger Soul interrupted.

"Yes!" "

Let me tell you, Qin kid, I don't know what kind of luck you had, but you actually got another super artifact from our ancient Divine Continent. Damn it, with your personality, how come all these super artifacts end up in your pocket?" Tiger Soul said sourly.

"Another super artifact from the primordial era of Divine Continent? I don't understand, and I don't want to understand. I just want to know how I can rescue Lily!" Qin Feng looked at Princess Lily, who seemed like a sleeping goddess in the yellow halo, his eyes full of tenderness, and said calmly.

"Damn it, you blockhead! Anyone else would be ecstatic to get a super artifact! Do you even know what a super artifact is? That iron lump I was imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, although it was said to be one of the ten primordial artifacts comparable to the Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword, was like a piece of wood in front of an iron rod in front of this super artifact. One light touch and it's over, you know?" "Tiger Soul felt an urge to strangle Qin Feng and roared.

"Little White, I don't want to know about these so-called Ten Ancient Divine Artifacts of the Divine Continent, nor do I want to know about the Ten Primordial Divine Artifacts. If you want to know, just read Tiger's next book. What I want to know right now is how Lily is doing?" Qin Feng interrupted Tiger Soul's almost outrageous mental energy fluctuations and said calmly.

"Uh... never mind, this old man won't stoop to your level." "Let me tell you," said Hu Po, "Legend has it that the ancient goddesses Nuwa and Fuxi created the Eight Trigrams to define the four directions for humankind. However, due to the instability of the primordial chaos at the beginning of creation, the four directions were often in disarray, causing widespread suffering. To provide a stable living environment for their people, Emperor Fuxi, having glimpsed the secrets of heaven, transformed his physical body into a divine artifact—the Ten Directions Annihilation—to guard the ten directions, creating a stable and prosperous world for all. His wife, Nuwa, however, fell ill from longing, her divine power dissipated, and she returned to nothingness, leaving behind a teardrop—neither wood nor gold, resembling a pearl or crystal—in the mortal world.

"This teardrop contains the supreme power of the goddess Nuwa. Not even you, let alone her master at his peak, could break through this protective barrier!" Hu Po, in Qin Feng's sea of consciousness, recounted the story of Nuwa's teardrop.

"Will Lily be in any danger?" Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked with some concern.

"Don't worry, your little wife is doing incredibly well now. Nuwa's Tears contain the supreme power of the goddess Nuwa; they can not only bring the dead back to life but also nourish the soul and body... Ah, she might even be more powerful than you when she comes out!" Tiger Soul exclaimed.

"Really?" A faint smile appeared on Qin Feng's previously anxious face as he looked at Princess Lily in the yellow halo and asked, "When will she be able to come out?"

"Uh, this... um... probably... maybe... estimated... several thousand or tens of thousands of years... or if your energy is sufficient to activate Nuwa's Tears, you can awaken her!" Tiger Soul stammered for a long time before finally speaking.

"What? Several thousand or even tens of thousands of years?" Qin Feng felt his mind suddenly go blank, staring blankly at Princess Lily, who looked like a goddess in Nuwa's Tears.

"Virgin blood and tears of unrequited love—legend has it that these two conditions are necessary to unlock the Nuwa's Tear. It seems you two have unintentionally achieved them. Ah, such is fate. Qin boy, take it easy. At least you still have a chance to see your little wife, don't you? Even after thousands or tens of thousands of years, there's still something to look forward to, better than never seeing her again," Tiger Soul sighed. "

Alright, I'll wait." Qin Feng took a deep breath, stepped forward, and looked at Princess Lily through the dim energy halo, reaching out his right hand to touch her cheek.

Suddenly, the dim energy halo emanating from the Nuwa's Tear burst forth with dazzling brilliance. The powerful energy, just as it had appeared, surged wildly into the Nuwa's Tear on Princess Lily's neck. A moment later, everything returned to normal. Princess Lily, floating in mid-air, seemed to be supported by an invisible hand, slowly drifting down. Qin Feng swiftly caught her with both hands.

Just as Qin Feng was anxiously waiting for Princess Lily in the temple square, Princess Lily felt a warm energy gently soothe her somewhat stiff body. Opening her heavy eyelids, she found herself surrounded by a soft, dim light, as if she had entered another world.

"Where am I?" Princess Lily rubbed her still-dazed head and muttered to herself.

"This is the space within Nuwa's Tears," a melodious yet somewhat cold voice said.

Princess Lily looked up but saw no one; the surroundings were empty.

"Little sister, I'm here." The voice came from behind her. Princess Lily turned around and saw a snow-white figure floating towards her like a light cloud.

"Ah..." Princess Lily gasped softly as she gazed intently, for the woman who had drifted over was simply too beautiful—her

hair was piled high like clouds, a touch of crimson between her brows, eyes as clear as autumn water, a delicate nose, lips like vermilion, bones of white jade, spirit of the Luo River, her face naturally rosy without makeup, and she wore a snow-white dress, seemingly otherworldly.

Even though Princess Lily was already one of the most beautiful women on the continent, she couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy and amazement upon seeing this woman.

"Who are you?"

"I...it's been so long, I've forgotten myself...just call me Bai Chang." A hint of confusion flashed in the white-veiled woman's eyes, and after a long pause, she sighed and said softly.

"Sister Bai Chang, where is this?" Princess Lily looked Bai Chang up and down and asked.

"This? This is the space within Nuwa's Tears." A faint sorrow flickered across Bai Chang's brows, as if speaking to Lily, yet also seemingly to herself.

"Then how do I get out?" Princess Lily asked, glancing around.

"Get out? Heh... unless your energy is enough to penetrate the barrier of Nuwa's Tears, or someone outside has the power to break through it... that young man outside is your lover, isn't he?" Bai Chang asked, a complex expression in her eyes.

"Outside?" Princess Lily looked around, somewhat puzzled.

Bai Chang remained silent, extending her slender, jade-like finger to draw a circle in the air. Instantly, the scene outside Nuwa's Tears appeared clearly within the area she had drawn.

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