Chapter 116: The Divine Monarch Leaves His Legacy Everywhere—Is He Recruiting Cannon Fodder Again?
“Hold it right there.”
Chu Ning Yan suddenly appeared before Bai Feng, raising her sword and instantly slicing through a nearby Transformation God-level cultivator.
But wait, just as she was feeling all smug, a massive surge of black Demon Energy erupted from that same cultivator’s body, wrapping him like a cloak of darkness. Before anyone could blink, he transformed into a lithe woman.
“Black Lotus?” Chu Ning Yan’s brow furrowed as her sharp sword aura radiated outward, like an unstoppable blade unsheathed.
She hadn’t expected the Divine Monarch’s Black Lotus to show up—these folks really seem eager to get their hands into the Northern Region!
Black Lotus chuckled softly, crossing her arms. “Relax, I’m not here to start a brawl. How about we find a nice quiet spot to chat?”
“Ha! That’s the funniest joke I’ve heard all day,” Chu Ning Yan said, raising her sword threateningly. “I’ve got no interest in talking with people like you. Either you leave the Northern Region voluntarily, or I’ll personally see to it that you do.”
Black Lotus’s smile widened. “Hehe, maybe I’ve been out of action for too long. I’d forgotten what my reputation feels like. But don’t worry—at this point, I can handle you with ease.”
With that, she took a step forward, a short sword suddenly protruding from her sleeve and stabbing toward Chu Ning Yan. Chu Ning Yan swung her sword to intercept.
But in an instant, that seemingly solid short sword turned soft as silk, wrapping itself around her own blade like a serpent. Black Lotus’s other hand shot out, aiming at her.
Chu Ning Yan swiftly countered, unleashing her sword energy to cut through the entangling magic and shattered the strange hand.
Black Lotus, truly one of the high echelon Divine Monarchs, relied on her Transformation God body combined with bizarre tricks to keep Chu Ning Yan at bay.
Without her interference, the remaining Demon Cultivators immediately surged toward Bai Feng.
‘Looks like they’re targeting me,’ Bai Feng thought, his mind racing. He knew he couldn’t possibly match a bunch of desperate Golden Core and Yuan Ying cultivators—best he could do was wait for his master to defeat Black Lotus or stall until reinforcements arrived.
He quickly tossed out several portable Array Disks, and a series of formations sprang up around him.
Meanwhile, Lin Yan, Luo Chen, and others spotted the Demon Cultivators’ targets and hurriedly backed up.
“Protect Brother Bai!”
“Watch out, Brother Bai!”
But the Demon Cultivators weren’t playing fair—they split their forces, rushing toward Lin Yan, Luo Chen, and the others.
They fought as if their lives depended on it, not dodging attacks, and even resorting to self-destruction by detonating their Golden Cores or Yuan Ying when grievously wounded.
This chaos blocked Lin Yan’s and the others’ efforts, even forcing the City Lord’s Elite Guards to retreat, as they dodged the destructive self-explosions.
“Brother, let’s retreat!”
Bai Yu Mo swung her longsword, slicing through a Demon Cultivator trying to barrel through, then grabbed Bai Feng’s wrist and pulled him backward.
But the Demon Cultivators clung desperately, refusing to let them go. It was like wrestling a handful of crazy cats.
Bai Feng, retreating step by step, threw a few more portable Array Disks, but sensing the danger, the Cultivators didn’t even bother to dodge or defend—they charged headlong into their own arrays, detonating Gold Cores and Yuan Ying, blowing up formations as if they were fireworks.
He grossly underestimated Black Lotus’s methods. If he hadn’t seen it himself, he wouldn’t believe anyone could use so many Gold Core and Yuan Ying cultivators as cannon fodder, deliberately risking their own lives in a collective self-destruction just to take him down.
A five-grade Array Disk obviously can’t withstand multiple Yuan Ying self-destructions—the explosions weren’t the disk’s fault; even a normal array of that level would crumble under a dozen Yuan Ying detonations. It’s not about the Array Disk’s quality; it’s about how much resources it takes to cultivate a Yuan Ying—resources far greater than what a five-grade Array Disk can handle.
The Divine Monarch’s demon organization is leaving behind inheritance everywhere—are they trying to recruit cannon fodder? Seriously?
Bai Feng, with Bai Yu Mo’s help, pierced the head of an enemy with his sword, then hurled the remaining Array Disks away.
His eyes already stung from overuse of divine sense and illusion arts—they were about to fry his mind.
“d*e!”
Bai Yu Mo, glowing faintly white, thrust her sword at the enemy breaking through her defenses.
Suddenly, a Yuan Ying disguised as a Gold Core exploded at the moment of being struck, opening its mouth to reveal the real Yuan Ying inside. Cracks immediately appeared on its surface.
Next, violent Spirit Power erupted from the Yuan Ying.
BOOM!
Bai Yu Mo hastily retreated behind Bai Feng, shielding him. Just before the blast wave hit, she felt herself being caught.
“Don’t be so smug—I’ve got more life-saving trinkets than you do,” Bai Feng whispered, tightly clutching Bai Yu Mo.
His body had an extra translucent shell, and a talisman in his hand slowly turned to ash and vanished. It was the top-tier shield talisman given to him by Master Fu Feng before entering the Secret Realm.
Too bad, this item could be used only once or twice—once the Yuan Ying self-destructed multiple times, it was useless. He’d rather sit down and watch if he didn’t have to fight.
“Hmm…”
Bai Yu Mo nodded slightly. Though she was reluctant to part with Bai Feng’s warmth, she knew now was not the time to enjoy it.
She exhaled deeply, banishing distracting thoughts from her mind, then gripped her sword and prepared for the incoming enemies.
Suddenly, a longsword flashed by and almost wiped out the nearby Demon Cultivators in one blow.
“Thank you, fellow cultivator,” Bai Yu Mo said, lowering her sword in gratitude. But she immediately noticed he didn’t stop and frowned. “Sir, please stop.”
Almost in a blink, Zuo Qiu dashed in front of Bai Yu Mo and Bai Feng, his longsword stabbing toward them.
In that split second, Bai Feng lunged forward, grabbing Bai Yu Mo and retreating hurriedly, sealing a teleportation talisman in his hand.
‘d*mn it, I was so focused on fighting I forgot where Zuo Qiu was!’
He didn’t hesitate—activated the instant-move talisman, just as Zuo Qiu closed in. But at that moment, Black Lotus, who was still fighting Chu Ning Yan in the air, lowered her head and glanced at Bai Feng. A black gas seeped out from Zuo Qiu’s shadow and whipped toward Bai Feng’s legs.
Black Lotus, having completed her little trick, was then cut down by Chu Ning Yan, almost bisected.
“What did you do?”
Chu Ning Yan looked down coldly at the now-vanished Bai Feng and Bai Yu Mo, her gaze icy.
“Ha-ha, I didn’t do anything,” Black Lotus chuckled softly, her body slowly healing from near-corpse status, though her face was very pale.
Chu Ning Yan didn’t press further. She exhaled, and suddenly what looked like a bamboo grove flickered into existence nearby.
Black Lotus saw this and quickly retracted her smile, stepping back swiftly.
“Are you going to k*ll me, then?”
Leaves fluttered everywhere, almost completely enclosing her. A single bamboo leaf fell onto her, leaving a deep cut.
Meanwhile, Bai Feng slipped out of the chaos outside the City Lord’s Mansion but, before he could breathe easy, the Demon Energy wrapped around his feet suddenly surged, nearly swallowing him whole in an instant.
Bai Yu Mo felt the arm she had just been holding suddenly slacken. Instinctively, she turned her head and saw the black Demon Energy engulfing Bai Feng.
“Brother!!”
She hurriedly stretched out her hand, but in the next moment, it was empty.
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End of translation.
