Chapter 137 - The Protagonist Sheathed Her Sword

Boom---

The golden dragon broke through the snowy curtain with great energy, raised its head, and, with the momentum of surging from the sea, opened its jaws in mid-air and bit toward a purple ball of light.

In the pile of rubble below, countless guards and cultivators that had been seized by the blood spirits lay in pieces. Among them, a figure wearing a bamboo hat could not support herself and fell on one knee, using her sword as a crutch thrust into the ground.

Xiao Tian circled her, looking worried. "Yu Die! There is a huge gap in cultivation between this person and you! You can't hold on..."

"Cough--"

With a cough, the bandage wrapped around Feng Yu Die's mouth and nose was stained with blood. Now that she couldn't spit out the blood, she had to force herself to swallow it.

"There was a big commotion in the east just now. Young Master Ye and Sister Pei should be done with it. If I hold on for a little while, they will arrive... Xiao Tian!!"

Xiao Tian felt happy and sad at the same time. It was a good thing that her Yu Die trusted that kid Ye so much, but that purple-clothed monk was simply out of her league.

That kid had said that Feng Yu Die could handle it.

Xiao Tian really wanted to believe him, but the current situation...

"Ha!!!"

With a roar, the purple spiritual energy suddenly expanded, and the golden dragon raised its head and let out a mournful cry.

"Roar--"

Zi Tiancheng, a cultivator almost at the early stage of the Nascent Soul, was able to block the full-out attack and, in turn, forced the golden dragon back.

Floating in the air, Zi Tiancheng gasped for air, raised his right hand, and grabbed it forcefully. A purple spiritual longsword appeared in his hand, and then, in an instant, he arrived under the golden dragon's head.

Ding--

The purple longsword drew a curved arc in the air that was nearly a hundred feet long and struck the golden dragon's neck. Although it only left a very shallow mark on its scales, the force still pushed the dragon back again.

"Holy Emperor Dragon Body..."

Zi Tiancheng gritted his teeth. Seeing that his attack had little effect, he changed his target and looked down at Feng Yu Die. He then spun a half circle in the air and used the air as a downward force, glaring fiercely.

Strong air waves enveloped his whole body, pressing on his tattered robe with terrifying power as he charged straight to Feng Yu Die.

"Yu Die!! He's coming!"

"Hiss--"

Feng Yu Die clenched her teeth as she stood up. She pulled out the sword from the ground and held it with her backhand in a spear-throwing posture.

"Get down here!!"

Boom--

Feng Yu Die's eyes widened, and she quickly turned her head.

Ding ding---

The two swords that penetrated Zi Tiancheng almost skimmed Feng Yu Die's left and right cheeks and pierced into the ground beside her.

"Hiss--"

Feng Yu Die took a sharp breath, but she did not stop. With a gesture, the sword she had thrown, which had flown somewhere into the stratosphere, instantly turned 180 degrees and headed downward.

Ye Anping looked at the ominous black mist emanating from Zi Tiancheng's body and frowned. "Sister, again!"

Swish---

The double sound of flesh piercing overlapped, and Ye Anping and Pei Lianxue, standing behind Zi Tiancheng, twisted their bodies and thrust their swords again, this time aiming for the back of his head.

However...

Boom--

A purple aura instantly enveloped Zi Tiancheng, and the two swords hit the purple energy shield, unable to even get close to him.

Ye Anping frowned. He held the sword with both hands, released his whole body's spiritual energy into the sword, and pressed forward with all his strength.

"Sister, don't stop!"

At the same time, he glanced at Feng Yu Die, who was lying on the ground, conveying: Use your Nine Heavens Sword Technique to call back the sword you threw!

Feng Yu Die returned his look: I did it a long time ago! Let the sword fly for a while!

"Ahhhhh---"

Zi Tiancheng shouted angrily and released his remaining spiritual energy, attempting to expel those two sneaky swords trying to kill him.

Feeling this force, a cold sweat broke out on Ye Anping's forehead.

The next moment, a golden meteor cut through the dark night, pointing straight down like a falling star and hitting Zi Tiancheng's head top directly.

Under this golden 'falling star', Zi Tiancheng's protective shield was as fragile as paper.

Click---

Feng Yu Die's sword was sheathed. It was sheathed by Zi Tiancheng's spine.

At the same time, Ye Anping and Pei Lianxue's swords also broke through the protective spiritual shield and pierced Zi Tiancheng's neck.

Swish---swish---

Once again, the sound of entering flesh resounded in unison, and Zi Tiancheng fell on the spot.