Chapter 940: Angels from Another Continent
Bie Yanghong’s words were naturally directed at Madam Mu and the Black Robe.
Madam Mu stood with her hands behind her back, as if facing a vast ocean, her expression extremely solemn. She did not answer the question.
The tree at the cliff’s edge had been completely obliterated into nothingness by that fist intent, yet the shadow of the tree still lingered where the Black Robe stood.
Dappled tree shadows fell upon him, obscuring his expression but unable to conceal his voice.
An eerie laugh spilled out from within the Black Robe, then rolled outward like thunder toward the heavens and earth, deafening all.
Bie Yanghong’s expression gradually returned to calm, but his heart had already sunk.
Today, he had come to avenge his son’s death, but now it seemed he might have to die here as well.
With a sharp clang, he flicked his sleeve and rose. A phantom sword, condensed from the purest starlight, rose from the ground, tore across the sky for thousands of zhang, and slashed toward that white cloud.
As if a real scraping sound echoed—like a heavy mountain sliding across the earth—the white cloud trembled slightly for a moment. The little red flower trapped within seized the opportunity, turning into a streak of red light, returning to the cliff-top ground, and hovering silently above his head, appearing extremely vigilant.
The white cloud dispersed, and that golden light filled the entire sky, blindingly bright, piercing to the extreme.
If not for the prohibition the Black Robe had set in advance, this radiance would have alarmed the entire continent.
Now, only a few people on both sides of the Red River could see this light.
But because it was too bright, they could not see the true scene at all.
Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi could see it, and their expressions turned extremely grave.
In Wuqiong Bi’s eyes, one could even faintly detect confusion and fear of the unknown.
Within the infinite radiance, two figures gradually emerged.
White wings, dozens of zhang long, slowly fluttered behind them.
The two figures were completely unclothed, their body curves perfectly flawless, utterly smooth, with no superfluous features, and their gender could not be distinguished.
Countless rays of light emanated from their bodies and wings, appearing utterly sacred, yet also filled with a will to destroy.
What were these two beings? Where did they come from?
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“The Holy Light Angels have arrived. Do you still wish to resist?”
The Black Robe’s voice was exceptionally cold, but compared to the past thousand years, it carried an emotion that was difficult to describe.
It seemed that the appearance of these two beings he called Holy Light Angels in the radiance had also affected his state of mind.
A legend turning into reality and appearing before his eyes—Bie Yanghong was indeed shocked.
But after all, he was one of the strongest on this continent, and he quickly returned to true calm.
Especially when his gaze pierced through the radiance and swept over the bodies of the two angels, his expression turned indifferent.
“Just these two neither-male-nor-female freaks?”
It was unclear whether the two so-called Holy Light Angels in the sky understood his words.
The battle began in the next moment.
Two streaks of light ignored the thousands of zhang distance from the azure sky to the cliff-top, seemingly crossing space directly, arriving before Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi.
Following them came infinite radiance, a terrifyingly oppressive pressure, and an attack that was both sacred and utterly destructive.
Within the blinding, piercing light, Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi saw the faces of these two angels up close for the first time, even if only for an instant.
The angels’ features were perfect to the extreme, their expressions absolutely indifferent, devoid of any human emotion, filled with a sense of holiness.
On their foreheads was an arc-shaped mark of light, very beautiful and utterly sacred.
From a human perspective, the two angels looked very similar, distinguishable only by their aura. One was extremely cold, the other extremely violent, but those too were not human emotions—more like some kind of non-living entity, such as raging waves or biting frost.
A sword light tore through the waves of radiance, slashing toward the extremely cold angel, but was caught between its two wings.
Bie Yanghong felt a force as vast as the starry sky surge toward him.
The phantom sword, condensed from starlight, suddenly shattered into countless fragments.
The little red flower screeched as it rose, its petals blooming one by one, blocking all those fragments and the ensuing waves of light.
With a thunderous boom!
Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the cliff-top, gravel flying wildly, creating a pit several zhang deep.
Bie Yanghong stood at the bottom of the pit, his hands raised upward.
The angel floated in the air with an indifferent expression, one hand pressing downward.
The situation on the other side was even more dire.
Watching the angel descending from the sky, Wuqiong Bi recalled a legend she had read in the Wanshou Pavilion as a child. Fear and unease gripped her, her heart trembling, her Dao heart unstable. Her lotus sea swayed without wind, and a flaw appeared in her defense. The angel turned into a streak of light, slipped in, and a beam of light fell like a sword!
With a soft tearing sound, Wuqiong Bi’s entire left arm was severed, accompanied by a flash of dazzling golden blood, flying into the sky!
Hearing his wife’s scream, Bie Yanghong roared in fury. Both fists shot out, carrying centuries of cultivated starlight true essence, forcing the angel back. He flashed to Wuqiong Bi’s side, raised his right hand to condense another starlight true sword, and slashed the angel away.
The little red flower flew back, circling rapidly around Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi like a meteor, radiating a powerful aura, temporarily stabilizing the situation.
In just one exchange, Bie Yanghong knew that these two angels from the Holy Light Continent were terrifying.
These two angels seemed to instinctively understand and freely apply the laws of heaven and earth. If placed within this continent’s cultivation system, they would be innate sacred domain powerhouses. Moreover, their bodies seemed composed of the purest holy light energy, extremely hard and difficult to destroy—even the royal clan of the demon race could hardly match them. Most terrifying of all, they possessed unimaginable speed and reaction, as if they could advance and retreat freely, defying the principles of law like true light itself.
Facing such powerful and terrifying opponents with no prior experience, even Bie Yanghong, who ranked among the top in the sacred domain, found it extremely difficult to handle. As for Wuqiong Bi, she seemed even more fragile. If not for Bie Yanghong’s lightning-fast reactions, she would likely have already fallen.
Wuqiong Bi knew the situation was extremely dangerous, so even though the pain at her severed arm was excruciating, and the sacred power within continued to rage, preventing her from using starlight to repair her body, she clenched her teeth tightly, making no sound. But her face was as pale as snow, and the tremor in her eyes could not be erased.
Bie Yanghong looked at his wife’s tragic state, his eyes turning cold, his anger reaching its peak.
The two angels floated in the air, expressionlessly watching Wuqiong Bi and Bie Yanghong on the cliff-top.
The cold angel’s gaze fell on Wuqiong Bi’s severed arm, watching the golden blood dripping down. Suddenly, it spoke a sentence.
When it spoke, its expression was utterly indifferent, but its voice was extremely majestic.
It should have been using the language of the Holy Light Continent, its tone extremely strange and complex.
Logically, no one on the cliff-top should have been able to understand it.
Miraculously, as its words were carried by the cold mountain wind, they transformed into the language of this continent.
“As expected, fire-stealers. You have blasphemed against the gods. You must die.”