Chapter 838: Golden Flame
Yun Che's slaughter of the Fen Tian Gate was at least because they had touched his reverse scale. But Xuanyuan Wentian, without hesitation, plotted against the other sacred grounds, expending great effort to destroy the entire Eternal Night Royal Clan, not because of any deep-seated hatred, but merely for a "possibility" that he wasn't even sure could be realized at the time!!
This was far more than insanity!
And the avenger he had left behind as a remnant had always been a chess piece deliberately kept by the other party... and every step he had taken so far had been walking along the path Xuanyuan Wentian had set for him!
"Xuanyuan Wentian... you... won't... succeed!!" Fen Juechen grabbed the Heavenly Sin Divine Sword and stood up shakily. He had long sensed the existence of the demon soul within the sword, which had attacked his soul on the fifteenth day after he began awakening his demon blood, trying to destroy his consciousness. But in the end, he had barely managed to suppress it, forcing the demon soul to submit to his will.
Combined with what Xuanyuan Wentian had just said, the demon soul within the sword intended to destroy his consciousness, take his demon blood, and then bestow it upon Xuanyuan Wentian in some way! So he could be certain that Xuanyuan Wentian had completely failed in this final step!
"Hehehehe, is that so?" Xuanyuan Wentian chuckled lightly and stretched out his pale hand toward Fen Juechen: "Fen Juechen, you should actually thank me. If I hadn't kept you alive all this time, how could you have lived until today? I have granted you the favor of many extra years of life. Now, it is time for you to repay me for all of this!"
Xuanyuan Wentian's outstretched hand suddenly clenched.
Boom—
Something exploded in Fen Juechen's mind, a dull roaring sound. Everything in his vision instantly turned blank, his pupils lost their color, and he collapsed stiffly like a wooden stake.
Xuanyuan Wentian lowered his hand, turned around, and said flatly, "Let's begin."
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Feng Xue'er flew north without a moment's pause. She didn't know where she had arrived, nor did she dare stop to ask anyone. She only vaguely felt that she should have left the territory of the Shenhuang Kingdom.
The sky had darkened slightly, and a faint yellow glow appeared in the western horizon. Below was a vast forested mountainous area. The cool mountain breeze calmed Feng Xue'er's chaotic heart slightly. Several hours had passed since Xuanyuan Wentian had been intercepted by Fen Juechen, and there was no longer any trace of Xuanyuan Wentian's presence behind her.
So much time had passed; she should be completely safe now.
Feng Xue'er slowed down a little, hugged Yun Che tightly, and whispered softly, "Brother Yun, we are safe. I know you won't fall so easily. I will... I will make you better soon."
She glanced at the ground below, then slowly descended to a narrow open space. Yun Che's injuries were so severe she didn't dare to look at them. The faint breath of life that hadn't completely faded was as weak as a firefly. What she was about to do was to give all the Phoenix Source Power bestowed upon her by the Phoenix God to Yun Che... She knew very well that Yun Che's real problem wasn't the external wounds but the complete destruction of his internal organs. Damage to that extent couldn't be saved even by a descending golden immortal. Even if she exhausted all her Phoenix Source Power, at best she could only prolong his last breath for a little longer.
But other than that, she really didn't know what other choice she had.
Feng Xue'er landed gently and carefully placed Yun Che on the ground. His body was covered in blood, especially his chest... so miserable that even a single glance made Feng Xue'er's heart ache. She closed her eyes, unable to bear another moment of looking. She raised her hands and, without hesitation, began to burn her most precious Phoenix Source Power.
But at that moment, her body suddenly trembled, and her just-closed beautiful eyes snapped open, filled with immense terror... The moment she started burning her Phoenix Source Power, an incredibly terrifying aura radiated from afar and locked onto her firmly.
The intensity of this aura far surpassed her own and even Feng Zukui's... It belonged to Xuanyuan Wentian's peak level.
Just as she thought Xuanyuan Wentian had caught up, two other heavy auras, not at all inferior to the first, also fell upon her.
A voice came from above: "Oh? Isn't this the Snow Princess of the Fenghuang God Sect? We just had your wedding feast this morning, and now we meet again thousands of miles away. What an incredible coincidence."
Feng Xue'er withdrew her Phoenix Flame, turned around, and looked at the three figures in the air... Three supreme figures who stood at the pinnacle of the Xuan path on the Tian Xuan Continent, three of the Four Saint Masters as the world called them!
Saint Emperor Huangji Wuyu, Sea Emperor Qu Fengyi, and Heavenly Lord Ye Meixie!!
To avoid Xuanyuan Wentian, she had fled with Yun Che at top speed, hardly stopping midway... Yet here, she encountered people of the same level as Xuanyuan Wentian, and three of them appeared together!
How could this be a coincidence!
"It's you!" Feng Xue'er instantly understood. They were clearly tracking her trail just like Xuanyuan Wentian, and that was why they appeared here!
"What... do you want!" She stood in front of Yun Che and shouted with the sternest voice she could muster.
"I don't want to waste words with meaningless nonsense." Qu Fengyi said coldly. "We three have been chasing you all the way here. As for our purpose, can the clever Snow Princess really not guess?"
"But it seems your fiancé's condition is very bad." Huangji Wuyu's gaze shifted from Yun Che, whose body was drenched in blood and completely devoid of detectable life, and said flatly, "Earlier in Phoenix City, your father told us Yun Che was dead, and we didn't believe it. It turns out the Phoenix Sect Master did not deceive us."
"Since Yun Che is already dead, things become even simpler." Ye Meixie smiled. In the perception of the three Saint Masters, Yun Che's state was that of a complete corpse. How he had died so miserably wasn't that important. Ye Meixie reached out a hand from the air: "Snow Princess, obediently hand over Yun Che's corpse to us. Once we get what we want, we promise not to trouble you. We might even return the corpse to you."
Ye Meixie's last words were not a bluff; with their absolute strength as the three of them, there was no need. They truly wouldn't do anything to Feng Xue'er. It wasn't that they had confirmed the Phoenix God was dead like Xuanyuan Wentian. They might dare to kill others from the Fenghuang God Sect, but Feng Xue'er was the only direct disciple of the Phoenix God. If they killed or seriously injured her, it would surely incur the wrath of the Phoenix God... The last time the Phoenix God appeared four years ago was because Feng Xue'er had been nearly ambushed on the Primordial Mystic Ark. Though she came out unharmed, the Phoenix God's fury had almost cost the life of the Sun Moon Sect's young master, Ye Xinghan.
The wrath of the Phoenix God was something they dared not fully provoke unless absolutely necessary.
Though they all harbored varying degrees of doubt about whether the Phoenix God still existed, even just a sliver of doubt was enough to keep them from crossing the final line against the Fenghuang God Sect.
"Don't even think about it!" Under the pressure of three Saint Masters, Feng Xue'er's aura was like a firefly in a hurricane, but her gaze was more resolute than ever. "I will never... let you hurt Brother Yun again!"
"Hehehe," Huangji Wuyu chuckled lightly. "He's already a dead man, yet the Snow Princess is still so devoted. Truly admirable."
"Brother Yun isn't dead!" Feng Xue'er shouted loudly. "You people, who claim to be Saint Masters but are wicked at heart, you are the ones who should die! Last time at the Supreme Sea Palace, you joined hands to harm him to steal his things. Brother Yun's master taught you a lesson but ultimately spared you. You all swore in front of so many people that you would never harm Brother Yun again. If you do this today, aren't you afraid... aren't you afraid Brother Yun's master will never forgive you again?!"
Thinking of that terrifying red-clad girl, the three of them felt a sharp chill in their hearts, but only for an instant. Then Ye Meixie burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, well said. I didn't expect the gentle Snow Princess to have such a sharp tongue. That red-clad demoness, we are indeed afraid of her. But unfortunately, she belongs to another world and has already left, never to return. She even declared that she had cut off all ties with Yun Che, no longer having anything to do with him. The Snow Princess heard it clearly too, didn't she?"
"Hmph! The humiliation and pain that red-clad demoness inflicted on me, I will never forget in this life!" Ye Meixie's voice suddenly turned cold. "And all of this, in the final analysis, is because of Yun Che! I had intended to settle this debt with Yun Che properly, but unexpectedly, he died so cleanly!"
"Enough talk." Qu Fengyi's voice was hard and cold. "Feng Xue'er, since Yun Che is dead, we only want the Lunhui Jing. If it's still on Yun Che, throw his corpse over. If it's on you, hand it over obediently."
"You'd better behave." Huangji Wuyu said with a faint smile. "The humiliation from that day, they all wanted to vent it on Yun Che. If they have to do it themselves, I can't guarantee Yun Che will keep a whole corpse."
Whoosh!!
Feng Xue'er's hair stood on end, turning into a fiery red. The Phoenix Flame on her body ignited dozens of feet high. Within the Phoenix Flame, the faint shadow of a phoenix spreading its wings in fury appeared. Her eyes and voice were full of hatred and determination: "If you want to hurt Brother Yun... you will have to step over my ashes first!"
"Hmph, so disobedient." Ye Meixie shrugged nonchalantly.
"Let's move." Qu Fengyi muttered.
Boom!
A sound of wind and thunder exploded in the sky. The two Saint Masters, Ye Meixie and Qu Fengyi, struck simultaneously, diving down directly toward Feng Xue'er. Feng Xue'er was unquestionably the number one among the younger generation of the Tian Xuan Continent. Her talent was unmatched in the entire history of Tian Xuan. But under the absolute pressure of two Saint Masters, her Phoenix Flame was almost instantly suppressed by half. Yet the remaining half burned stubbornly and angrily with her determination.
Brother Yun, although I haven't been able to officially become your wife, to die by your side in this life is the most regretless thing for me... Feng Xue'er whispered softly in her heart. Carrying a desperate determination, her Phoenix Flame surged toward the two Saint Masters, and a clear phoenix cry tore through the sky.
Just as Feng Xue'er unleashed her Phoenix Flame, a dazzling golden light flashed in the corner of her eye.
It was also a flame, but one of the most majestic and blinding gold! The golden flame was not large. It seemed to appear out of thin air, falling like a meteor toward Ye Meixie and Qu Fengyi... The moment the golden radiance enveloped them, it completely overshadowed the terrifying momentum of the two Saint Masters.
Ye Meixie and Qu Fengyi halted abruptly. The blinding golden light made it almost impossible for them to open their eyes. Their chests felt as if a ten-thousand-jin iron plate were pressing down on them, suffocatingly heavy. But what was most terrifying was the rapidly approaching dangerous aura that made all their hairs stand on end in an instant.
And this deadly dangerous aura came from that golden light.
Without time to think, Ye Meixie and Qu Fengyi instantly raised their profound energy to the limit and blasted it toward the golden light in front of them, while simultaneously retreating rapidly using the recoil.
Boom——
With a dull roar, the golden flame was shattered in the air by the combined power of the two Saint Masters, scattering into fragments that slowly dissipated. Ye Meixie and Qu Fengyi, retreating in panic with slightly pale faces, stabilized themselves and almost simultaneously roared out, "Who is it!!"
That golden flame, and the spiritual pressure that even they found suffocating... Even Huangji Wuyu, who hadn't acted, had his expression drastically change. The three Saint Masters looked upward, and high above they saw a small figure slowly drifting down.
It was a girl wearing splendid colorful clothes, who could only be described as a "little girl." But her eyes, like black diamonds, held an authority and gloom completely at odds with her apparent age. Her delicate face was as perfect as if carved, but cold without a trace of emotion.
Most striking of all was the dazzling crimson-gold flame mark between her brows, burning brightly.