Chapter 3 of the Romantic Continent: The Man in Black Robes

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"Explosive Flame Slash!"

Princess Qian was a step slower in her movements, arriving a step later than Yu Fengwu and Long Ling'er. Seeing the situation, she didn't hesitate and unleashed a top-tier fire-based attack spell.

An orange-red fireball appeared like an illusion above the Winged Wind Clan members' heads, a scorching wind blowing, even turning the sky a blood-red hue.

The Winged Wind Clan members, who were fighting Cynthia and the other goddess warriors, all paled. This top-tier fire-based magic was exactly what they feared most, because even a touch would severely damage their snow-white wings, not to mention the physical harm.

It was truly unexpected that this beautiful human girl could unleash such a powerful spell. However, the more they saw this, the more certain they became of their decision to kill Ye Tianlong. This man had already gathered so many powerful figures around him, even experts from the gods and dragons were willing to serve him. If one day the demonic spirit within him awakened, the catastrophe it would cause to the earth would far exceed their expectations.

Fist-sized fireballs plummeted from the sky like a beautiful meteor shower, their intense heat creating white smoke and trails that, while beautiful, formed a terrifying sea of death above everyone's heads.

"Let's go!"

The Winged Wind Clan girl who had been fighting Long Ling'er couldn't withstand Long Ling'er's attacks and had already taken to the air, retreating hastily. Seeing this, she knew she couldn't fight back; her opponent had a powerful mage as backup, a combination that was practically invincible. Furthermore, her interception mission was considered complete, so she decisively issued the order to retreat.

The Winged Wind Clan members spread their enormous wings and flew at full speed towards Feng Jingtian and the others. However, the impact and intense heat of Princess Qian's wide-area attack magic created terrifying power; those who were slower couldn't dodge in time.

Muffled groans echoed as several Winged Wind Clan members were struck by the fireballs, their dazzling white feathers instantly turning charred black, and their flight paths became erratic.

"What are you doing? All you do is cause trouble!"

Long Ling'er couldn't help but scold Princess Qian as she flew after Ye Tianlong. Princess Qian's attack had affected her and the goddess warriors as well; she was unharmed, but Cynthia and the others were thrown into chaos.

"Hmph, I chased the enemy away as soon as I arrived, can you do that?"

Princess Qian, who never showed any remorse, stomped her foot and followed closely behind. Cynthia and the others exchanged wry smiles and then also took off in pursuit.

"I absolutely cannot fall!!"

Ye Tianlong kept reminding himself, flying forward instinctively. With Eileen Bis relentlessly pursuing him, and with two Winged Wind Clan experts, Feng Jingtian and Feng Aotian, still in the air, he couldn't shake them off.

After turning through several alleys, they reached a relatively wide street. There weren't many pedestrians left; most of the Anyang residents, alarmed by the movement of the Tianlong Legion's soldiers, had simply gone home to avoid being caught in the crossfire. After all, this place had just been the focus of a war not long ago.

Although there weren't many pedestrians, there were still quite a few people on the street, and Ye Tianlong's appearance naturally caused a stir. Fortunately, none of the prominent figures from Anyang's upper class who had attended the grand banquet that day were among them; otherwise, Ye Tianlong would have become big news.

Seeing the crowd staring at him with astonished eyes, Ye Tianlong suddenly had an idea. Since those chasing him were righteous people who took it upon themselves to eliminate demons, he could use the crowd to evade their attacks. As

the thought was still swirling in his mind, a "whoosh!" came from behind and above. Feng Jingtian had arrived, his sword whip cracking as it fell towards Ye Tianlong's head.

Ye Tianlong lunged forward and sidestepped, running several steps, causing Feng Jingtian to rush in the wrong direction, and he dodged into the middle of a group of people looking at him. These were several men dressed in blue homespun shirts, slightly aloof yet unable to hide their shabby air. In the Fast Empire, this type of person is quite common. Those who fail in martial arts and gain nothing from literature are what they look like. In many people's eyes, they are simply poor wretches. An

ordinary person, upon seeing the Winged Wind Clan with their enormous wings, would probably be speechless with fear. But these poor wretches, perhaps having read more books and gained some knowledge, know the identities of these people and can still make sarcastic remarks.

"Hey, buddy!" Poor Wretch A couldn't help but shove Ye Tianlong, who had just stood still and looked utterly disheveled.

"Heh, how come you're so capable, getting chased and beaten by your wife in broad daylight like this? Brother, step aside and let me teach this shrew who dares to try and crowing at the dawn a lesson!"

Unexpectedly hearing such words, Eileen Bis was practically bursting with anger. She held the gleaming Wind God's Judgment in her hand, but perhaps seeing Ye Tianlong hiding in the crowd, she was too embarrassed to simply swing her sword. So she only glared at him murderously. If looks could kill, this poor wretch A might already be chopped into eight pieces.

Ye Tianlong was dumbfounded. What bothered him even more was the churning blood energy within him. He hadn't expected the attack he'd just received to have the potential to corrode his heart meridians. His meridians were already undergoing abnormal changes. He couldn't help but burst into laughter, only to spit out another mouthful of blood. He thought to himself, "These poor bastards really have mouths that can drive people crazy. They can still think of these things under these circumstances. I truly admire them!"

The onlookers were captivated by the poor bastard's words, bursting into laughter, completely oblivious to the fact that Eileen Biss's anger was reaching its peak. Moreover, it seemed their only goal was to watch a good show; their joyful nerves were completely unable to perceive the chilling killing intent emanating from the Holy Maiden of the Wind Temple.

"Boring bastards!"

Just as Eileen Biss was about to charge forward with her sword, a powerful sword whip exploded above their heads. Several wind blades, more lethal than real blades, whistled through the air, exploding upon impact and blasting everyone into a

bloody mess—a gruesome scene.

The first to be hit was the poor, uneducated man, who was instantly reduced to several pieces of flying flesh after being struck by two highly compressed wind blades. The other undead men nearby, terrified, fled in panic, their earlier glee gone, dragging their wounded bodies and scrambling and crying. The one

who attacked them was Feng Aotian. He had overexerted himself and lunged in the wrong direction. When he arrived, he saw Ye Tianlong using the crowd to evade Eileen Biss and Feng Jingtian's attacks, causing them to hesitate to kill. Instead, the crowd in the street seemed to have gathered to watch.

The footsteps and shouts of the Heavenly Dragon Legion soldiers echoed from afar, growing ever closer, with Yu Fengwu and her group darting towards him like streaks of light. Without a second thought, Feng Aotian unleashed a powerful attack designed to counter a wide-range foe.

The powerful shockwave from the exploding wind blade forced Ye Tianlong back several steps. Fortunately, he wasn't hit, or he would have ended up like the corpses on the ground.

Seeing these guys attack the crowd so ruthlessly, and with such vicious tactics, the crowd, initially watching with amusement, erupted into chaos.

Panicked, they scattered and fled, creating utter chaos. At this moment, Feng Jingtian and Eileen Biss seemed to have made up their minds, no longer caring about the safety of passersby, and approached Ye Tianlong. However, unlike Feng Aotian, they merely pushed the passersby aside.

Yu Fengwu and Long Ling'er appeared at the other end of the street, frowning at the scene.

The cries of the crowd echoed in his ears, and the enemy's boundless killing intent was fixed on him. Ye Tianlong could only grit his teeth, struggling and enduring the dizziness and pain rising in his heart, as he fled towards the west of the city. He had only one thought in his mind: to get as far away from danger as possible.

He never expected that Feng Aotian, a master of the Winged Wind Clan, a member of the divine race, would attack innocent passersby without any scruples. And beside them was the Holy Maiden of the Wind Temple, Irene Bites, a goddess incarnate who was rumored to be almost perfect, a symbol of justice dedicated to saving the common people from suffering. Yet, she allowed the Winged Wind Clan to attack the crowd, causing innocent passersby to die on the spot.

However, he had to admit that Feng Aotian's move was quite decisive and ruthless, completely extinguishing his idea of escaping the pursuit by using the crowd. On the contrary, the panicked crowd actually hindered his escape. He was surrounded by panicked people on all sides, a scene that was enough to make one dizzy.

The Winged Wind Clan's Feng Jingtian and Feng Aotian, however, didn't share Ye Tianlong's troubles. They were already soaring into the air, their massive wings obscuring nearly ten feet of sky, completely unaffected by the crowd below.

Eileen Biss was hot on her heels, but before she could even get close, a powerful force shoved the surrounding people aside, rendering the panicked crowd no obstacle to her.

Ye Tianlong, now the prey, had suffered severe internal injuries. The combined attack of the Winged Wind Clan's two members—the "Demon-Slaying Technique"—had nearly severed all his meridians. If not for a strong will to live, he would have collapsed long ago.

After knocking down several passersby who couldn't avoid him, Ye Tianlong felt dizzy, lightheaded, and his limbs felt weak and numb. But he knew he couldn't slow down, or he would be caught and killed.

Gathering his last bit of strength, he changed direction several times and sprinted away to a deserted spot, completely unaware of the anxious calls from Yu Fengwu and Long Ling'er behind him.

At this moment, the Imperial Guard of the manor had already mobilized in large numbers, and a large number of archers were summoned and rushed to the west of the city. Anyang City became chaotic, but Qing Ji and Ji Wujiu and other generals were prepared. A large number of Tianlong Legion soldiers immediately appeared on the streets, controlling the entire situation and putting the whole city under martial law.

With an inexplicable strong will to survive, Ye Tianlong dodged several more attacks from the three behind him along the way, and finally escaped to Anyang Bridge in the west of the city. Not far ahead was the west gate of Anyang, but by this time his energy was on the verge of collapse, and his mind was beginning to become confused.

The damage that the Divine Race's "Demon-Slaying Technique" had done to his body was gradually becoming apparent, but Ye Tianlong was unaware of this.

At the city gate, a group of guards were gathered together, talking loudly to someone in the middle.

"Hey, look!" A soldier happened to turn around and see the situation on Anyang Bridge and couldn't help but shout.

Seeing Ye Tianlong's appearance, the soldiers guarding the city gate abandoned any further argument and rushed towards him, swords drawn and spears in hand, shouting as they went.

A fierce wind whipped at their faces. Although Feng Jingtian and Feng Aotian had missed their target several times, their enormous wings allowed them to quickly regain their footing and follow Ye Tianlong to Anyang Bridge.

The soldiers of the Tianlong Legion were startled to see a winged man chasing their commander.

"It's an orc! A winged orc!"

the soldiers cried out, several archers frantically firing weak arrows.

Feng Jingtian's wings suddenly flapped, creating a powerful whirlwind that obliterated the inaccurate arrows, even causing the soldiers to lose their footing.

Feng Aotian, even more decisive, flicked his sword whip, unleashing a burst of azure energy. Soldiers in his path were instantly torn apart by the powerful shockwave, their flesh and bones flying everywhere.

A step behind, Eileen Biss silently rushed forward, unleashing her protective inner energy, sending several soldiers flying and tumbling off the Anyang Bridge.

Ye Tianlong had no time to consider what was happening behind him; he just kept running forward. But his strength and spirit were waning, and he was on the verge of collapse.

This frantic run had drained his energy at an alarming rate, and even his vision was beginning to blur. But he dared not stop, knowing the enemy was only a few steps away, and the slightest mistake could mean certain death.

"I'm going to die! Qin'er!" His vision blurred, and he seemed to see Liu Qin'er gazing tenderly at him not far ahead. Ye Tianlong thought to himself.

"Ye Tianlong!" A gust of wind rushed towards him, followed by a strong hand gripping his shoulder. A trembling voice asked, "Is Miss Liu Qin'er really gone?"

"Qin'er?"

Ye Tianlong's heart skipped a beat. He managed to stand, seeing a tall man in black robes before him. A hooded cloak completely concealed his body, and a black cloth covered his face, revealing nothing except his gleaming eyes.

Feng Aotian, who had attacked first, lashed out with his sword whip. The sword at the tip, like a venomous snake's fang, flashed a bluish light and aimed directly at Ye Tianlong's vitals.

Blocked by the black-robed man, Ye Tianlong felt all his strength vanish instantly. He felt every muscle in his body crumble, every tendon twitch, and he could no longer sense Feng Aotian's deadly attack from behind.

"Get out of my way!"

A hand grabbed Ye Tianlong's shoulder, and the black-robed man's other hand flashed out from under his cloak. A sharp glint appeared, and the sword he conjured struck Feng Aotian's whip—the short sword at the tip—with perfect precision, sending the entire whip flying into the air, trembling violently. Seeing

the black-robed man break his attack so easily, Feng Aotian was slightly surprised. Where did this incredibly skilled person come from?

"Qin'er, Qin'er..."

The black-robed man's question echoed in Ye Tianlong's mind, gradually taking over his entire being, and he murmured it to himself.

"Tell me quickly!"

The black-robed man shook Ye Tianlong violently, his hand gripping his shoulder, and demanded sharply.

Ye Tianlong's mind cleared slightly, and he said in a weak voice, "She's gone, gone..." As his voice grew softer, he seemed to see Liu Qin'er waving to him from ahead, and he couldn't help but smile.

The black-robed man's hand trembled violently, shoving Ye Tianlong aside. The already powerless Ye Tianlong collapsed against a corner of the bridge. Fortunately, this push allowed him to dodge the fatal blows of Feng Jingtian and Eileen Biss.

In the blink of an eye, the sword whip whistled past his head, while Eileen Biss's sword sliced across the black-robed man's chest.

"Gone? Really gone!"

The black-robed man seemed oblivious to the fierce sword energy of the Wind Temple's Holy Maiden, muttering to himself before suddenly bursting into wild laughter, leaving everyone bewildered.

The laughter gradually subsided, transforming into a bittersweet sound, a sorrow that evoked a pang of sadness.

Feng Aotian frowned, his sword whip trembling slightly, moving like a nimble snake as he lunged towards the silently fallen Ye Tianlong on the bridge. Regardless of Ye Tianlong's fate, he was determined to confirm it with his own hands.

The sword whip, tinged with a bluish aura, slid past the black-robed man and swam towards Ye Tianlong. But then, the black-robed man flicked his wrist, a flash of sword light appearing, and another skillful strike landed on the head of the whip, this time hitting Feng Aotian's whip against the bridge surface, pinning the short sword attached to it.

"All for nothing, all for nothing!"

the black-robed man muttered to himself, seemingly oblivious to what had happened, before suddenly shouting.

"Hua Rou, you lied to me! You all lied to me!"

"Enough talk!"

Feng Jingtian, unable to bear it any longer, swung his sword whip down towards the black-robed man's head, while simultaneously saying to Feng Aotian and Eileen Bis, "I'll deal with him, you take Ye Tianlong away!"

Before he finished speaking, the black-robed man spread his arms wide, his wrists flashing like lightning, his sword moving like a dragon, deflecting the sword whip aimed at his head. "Die! Die, all of you!"

The black-robed man's clothes suddenly billowed open, like sails billowing in the wind. As Feng Jingtian and Eileen Bis rushed past him, he suddenly swung his arms. With

a "pop!", the black cloak was blasted into countless fragments by the powerful force, scattering in all directions. Each fragment was like a piece of hard iron, carrying a strong vortex, whistling towards Feng Jingtian and Eileen Bis.

Caught off guard by the unexpected attack from the black-robed man, Feng Jingtian and Eileen Biss quickly stopped and swung their weapons, knocking away all the black cloth pieces that were close to them.

A few pieces hit Ye Tianlong, causing blood to splatter and tearing off chunks of flesh, some of which were even deeply embedded in his body.

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