Chapter 313: “I told you, you can’t cross that line.”
‘Seems like it doesn’t have any sense of consciousness.’
Bai Feng stared at the still-wrestling tiger and the arm on its back. Neither the tiger nor the arm showed any signs of intelligence. But hey, they might just be pretending.
At that moment, Tian Yan hurried over, glancing thoughtfully at the arm on the tiger’s back. She muttered softly, “Is… is this an immortal corpse?”
White Feng instinctively looked at her—no wonder she’s the Holy Maiden of Tian Yan Holy Land, she recognizes it so quickly.
“No, it’s still a bit different.” Then Tian Yan shook her head. “An immortal corpse wouldn’t last this long. More likely, this is something made from an immortal corpse—like a magical weapon, maybe.”
“Immortal weapon?”
Bai Feng stroked his chin, recalling what Black Lotus Fairy had mentioned before. It seemed they had long formed a Divine Monarch organization and left some things behind. Could this demon arm not be simply a remnant hacked off in a fight, as Black Lotus said, but instead deliberately crafted into an ‘immortal weapon’ and left behind?
Just as he pondered, suddenly a hand appeared beside the tiger, ignoring the immortal fire on it and reaching straight for the arm.
“Stealing isn’t very nice, you know!”
A Sword Qi shot out from beside the hand. Despite the swift reaction, the person hurriedly retracted it, and that sharp Sword Qi only slashed a small wound.
“Heh, didn’t expect the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect to be here too,” a man in a black hood appeared not far off. He looked down at the hideous wound on his hand, then… bits of flesh tissue kept emerging from the injury, healing rapidly.
“As expected, mice in the gutter aren’t just one or two,” the sect master stood in front of Bai Feng, holding a long sword with killing intent radiating off him—completely different from his usual gentle persona. “People of the Divine Monarch?”
“He should be one of the Heavenly Mice among the Divine Monarch,” Tian Yan offered helpfully. “This guy is sneaky, cunning, and rarely shows himself. He’s the most elusive among the Divine Monarchs.”
“Oh…” Tian Yue Yao turned to Tian Yan, her tone tinged with disdain. “Another bunch of soothsayers from Tian Yan Holy Land, huh?”
The sect master didn’t bother exchanging trash talk. Instead, he slightly turned to Bai Feng and asked, “Your flames look extraordinary. Can you deal with that tiger?”
“No problem,” Bai Feng nodded. “But it’ll take some time. I need to slowly drain the power from that arm.”
“Good, then do your thing. I’ll handle the rest.”
The sect master looked at Tian Yue Yao, took a step forward, and suddenly, the surroundings seemed to change—fallen leaves and breezes turned into razor-sharp blades.
A gust of wind swept through, leaving a fresh bloodstain across Tian Yue Yao’s face.
“Hehe, I admit, your strength is pretty good.” Tian Yue Yao wiped the bl**d away and the wound immediately healed, then clapped her hands softly. “But I never fight alone.”
In an instant, numerous figures wearing black hoods emerged from the dense forest.
The sect master sneered, unimpressed. “Haha, another bunch of puppets you control? With me here, you can forget about getting any closer.”
“There’s plenty I can do. Do you like fireworks?”
Tian Yue Yao casually pointed with her hand, and the figures she mentioned charged straight at the Heavenly Sword Sect Sect Master.
The sect master frowned. Falling leaves drifted down from above—though slow, they precisely landed on the enemy’s neck, and in a flash, bl**d spilled everywhere.
The enemy kept lunging forward, tumbling to the ground, but then suddenly…
BOOM!!
“Forgot to tell you—I don’t just have underlings. Even if they’re dead, they can still blow up pretty fireworks,” Tian Yue Yao chuckled softly. “So, next—please enjoy the fireworks display, Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect!”
The sect master’s brow furrowed. He had underestimated these madmen among the Divine Monarchs.
Black Lotus Fairy had used this trick before, but back then, most of the self-detonations involved Golden Cores and Yuan Yings. Now? They’re blowing up Transformation Gods and even Virtual Refiners. How did such powerful beings end up as disposable bombs?
“Hmm, better not let too many d*e… or else they’ll end up like Black Lotus, I suppose…” Tian Yue Yao muttered to herself, eyeing the tiger with the arm. She licked her lips greedily, a glimmer flashing in her eyes.
Thanks to that useless shadow, he lost his arm. Otherwise, this treasure wouldn’t be falling into his hands.
He moved to step forward, but in the next second, a Sword Qi blocked his path.
“I told you—you’re not crossing that line.” The sect master unleashed a massive surge of sword energy, pointing directly at Tian Yue Yao.
“Ha! Since you’re in such a hurry to d*e, I’ll help you get there first!” Tian Yue Yao shot back.
While the sect master and Tian Yue Yao battled, Bai Feng was also engaged in a ‘struggle’ with the arm on the tiger’s back.
“Does this thing recover fast or what?”
He knit his brow. Though Xiān Huǒ (Immortal Fire) was continuously ‘devouring’ the arm, each bit it consumed grew back just as quickly. The more he burned, the more the arm kept regenerating.
If this continues, who knows how long it’ll take—and he needed another plan.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help,” Yun Yue Yao stepped beside Bai Feng, placing her tiny hand on his back. “This thing should have a weakness. If we can find it—boom, problem solved.”
“You think you can find the weakness?” Bai Feng tipped his head to look at Yun Yue Yao.
“I dunno, but we can try,” she said, eyes flickering towards the struggling tiger. Her spiritual power began to circulate, even though she wasn’t holding the Tian Yan Sword in her hand, she still borrowed its power. “Hmm? The person who made this is clever; the weak point actually moves.”
At that moment, Tian Yan turned her head slightly towards Yun Yue Yao. Somehow, she sensed an unusual aura from her—like the same aura as Tian Yan Fairy, the creator of Tian Yan Holy Land.
‘Is it an illusion?’ Tian Yan looked at what seemed like an unchanging Yun Yue Yao, her expression contemplative.
Upon closer thought, Yun Yue Yao had indeed been acting a bit differently lately. The change came right after she started working with Bai Feng—and perhaps because of Bai Feng?
In her habitual way of thinking, she didn’t suspect Yun Yue Yao—she immediately focused her suspicion on Bai Feng, the chaotic fate person.
Unaware of Tian Yan’s mental wandering, Bai Feng continued chasing the weakness with Yun Yue Yao’s help.
They soon pinpointed the first weakness, and just as the immortal fire surrounded it, the tiger’s struggle intensified, as if trying to break free from its bonds and escape.
“Stay still,” Bai Feng ordered, summoning a few more chains to tightly bind the thrashing tiger.
After sealing the first weak spot, the immortal fire broke through it. The pure white, jade-like arm on the tiger’s back shrank a little.
“That worked. Keep going!” Bai Feng pressed on, controlling the immortal fire to lock onto the second weak point inside the tiger.
Far off, Tian Yue Yao watched this scene with a fading smile. Her expression darkened as she looked at the beaten-up sect master of Heavenly Sword Sect, a trace of frustration flickering across her face.
This guy—I tell you, he’s tough!
