Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 735 Is the First Fairy a Madwoman? (3k words, please continue reading!!)

Ancient ruins, altar.

What was once a boundless wasteland is now more than half-collapsed, the sky is shaking, and countless silt and sand have collapsed into the void, as if the end of the world is about to arrive.

On the altar, Zi Yan steadied her swaying body, looked up at the sky, and her expression suddenly changed: "Oh no! Someone is actually using their power to destroy this small world?!"

Although the ruins of the Creation Saint are long gone, they are still a secret realm created by a Saint-level expert, and the terrifying energy contained within them is far beyond the reach of even a Dou Zun expert.

In other words, the person who made the move must be the half-saint powerhouse that Feng Qing'er mentioned!

Even a Saint-level expert, even if only a half-Saint, is far beyond the reach of ordinary Dou Zun. Even with the Ancient Void Dragon's restraint over the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan, it would be impossible to cross such a gap.

She may look down on the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, but she cannot disregard a true saint.

Zi Yan's expression changed, and she quickly transmitted her voice to the center of the altar: "Xiao Yan, that old guy must be getting impatient and is preparing to take revenge for these scruffy birds!"

Upon hearing this, the blood-soaked figure at the central altar, who resembled a corpse, suddenly trembled for a moment. The blood, which had long since solidified and hardened, turned into scabs and fell off his body drop by drop.

At this moment, Xiao Yan's eyes were closed, and he had no mind to be distracted. He held the cauldron in one hand and controlled the fire in the other, continuously sending the medicinal power into the giant skeleton in front of him.

Due to the loss of vital energy and blood, the flesh and blood of the ancient phoenix had long since disappeared. Even with many medicinal herbs to replenish vital energy and blood, it was extremely difficult to make up for every missing piece of flesh and blood.

After all, the body of the ancient Heavenly Phoenix was hundreds of feet wide and long, a living, breathing mountain of flesh and blood.

Even after spending three full months in the ruins, Xiao Yan's alchemy skills were only enough to barely complete most of the work.

"How to do?"

Fine beads of sweat seeped from Xiao Yan's forehead. The medicinal herbs that had been piled up in his storage ring were now almost completely used up, and he could no longer find any to replenish his qi and blood.

Logically speaking, given Three Thousand Lotus Heart's mastery of Three Thousand Blazing Flames, he only needed to temporarily return the fire seed to the other party to replenish his blood and qi with the continuous power of the stars.

But at this very moment, the small world is on the verge of collapse, and with the ruthless methods of the half-saints of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan, they will not be given any room to breathe.
"boom!!!"

The sudden roar instantly interrupted Xiao Yan's thoughts. Startled, he quickly looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting—

"That's...Ruoruo?!"

"Sister Ruoruo?!"

Zi Yan also exclaimed in surprise. Through the void of the rift in the small world, she could clearly see the figure confronting the Demon Phoenix Half-Saint in the sky above.

That familiar face and temperament, who else could it be but Hun Ruoruo?
In an instant, Xiao Yan felt as if his heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, and he murmured in disbelief, "Ruo Ruo actually faced a half-saint all by herself?"

Summoned by the aura of the demonic phoenix, Feng Qing'er, who had been unconscious for a long time, finally woke up.

Upon seeing the graceful figure blocking the small world, Feng Qing'er felt a surge of intense fear, which was quickly replaced by a deep-seated resentment. She shrieked and laughed, "Foolish, lowly woman! A mere Dou Zun dares to challenge a Saint of my clan! You truly have no regard for your own life!"

Upon seeing Hun Ruoruo again, Feng Qing'er felt nothing but fear and endless jealousy.

With the cultivation of a Dou Zun, she withstood the Black Demon Lightning and was the head of the Ten Fairies. It can be said that every title of her opponent was enough to trample her proud talent and appearance into dust.

Feng Qing'er couldn't even muster the slightest thought of surpassing her; she only wished for her death!

Only when the soul is dead can one wash away the shame one has suffered!

"Shut up, you scruffy bird!"

Zi Yan was annoyed by what she heard, so she punched Feng Qing'er in the lower abdomen, causing her to gag and vomit up acid and blood.

"If you dare to speak ill of Sister Ruoruo again, I'll stuff you with flesh and blood!" Ziyan waved her fist fiercely.

Upon hearing this, Feng Qing'er showed no restraint. She endured the excruciating pain as she got up, a hint of pleasure appearing on her face: "Kill me? Even if you kill me, you will never be able to replenish the missing blood and energy of the Ancient Heavenly Phoenix!"

"Without the assistance of the blood and qi of an ancient dragon of the same rank, you have no chance of succeeding!"

"you--"

Zi Yan was furious and was about to continue beating him when Xiao Yan suddenly realized something and his expression changed abruptly.

"Wait!" Xiao Yan shouted in a low voice.

He turned his head and looked at the enormous dragon corpse on the other side, which was also as large as a mountain range. His eyes shone brightly, and he murmured, "Ancient Void Dragon."

In an instant, the ethereal flames that had been dormant within his body suddenly burst forth with a brilliant black-gold radiance!

That is
The desire to devour!
In the arena, the group of Central Plains overlords stood frozen like puppets, staring silently at the illusory figure in mid-air, their hearts almost stopping.

No one expected that with just a conversation, Hun Ruoruo, a junior, would directly and mercilessly humiliate a Saint-level expert.

Rather than arrogance, what the other party did seemed more like a blatant act of courting death.

"Heh," the illusory figure chuckled faintly, his eyes indifferent: "To be able to withstand the Black Demon Lightning with the body of a Dou Zun, even with the use of external force, is enough to earn him the title of a prodigy."

"But unfortunately, young man, your temperament is probably not a good match for this treasure."

He spread his palms, his voice like a decree from the heavens: "For the sake of Venerable Medicine, hand over the Black Demon Lightning and leave this place, and this Saint will forgive and forget."

"If you want to steal it, just say so. Why pretend?"

Hun Ruoruo sneered, each word carrying a merciless sarcasm: "For the sake of your Heavenly Phoenix Clan, cut off your own wings and leave this place, and I can let bygones be bygones."

"you--"

The illusory figure's expression suddenly turned grim.

When Hun Ruoruo returned the other party's words to him, everyone's eyes bulged out violently, as if they had seen a ghost.

Even if the three giants of the Pill Tower were all present, a half-saint would only have the option of bowing and paying respects. Yet Hun Ruoruo, a mere junior, dared to point her finger at a saint and curse him!
They even dared to threaten him!
Does she even know who she's talking to?
Everyone could clearly sense that as the Phoenix Clan Half-Saint's expression gradually turned cold, even the weather around the world began to become chaotic.

In the sweltering heat of July, heavy snow swept across the boundless desert, accompanied by waves of heat!

"Youngster, today I, on behalf of Venerable Medicine, will teach you what it means for a saint not to be insulted!"

The illusory figure had an icy expression and a voice like thunder. With just one angry word, countless Dou Zongs coughed up blood, and even Dou Zun felt dizzy.

However, just as tensions were rising, a strange sound suddenly came from the previously silent little world.

"Om-"

With a deafening roar, a rainbow-like pillar of blood and energy suddenly rose from the shattered little world, piercing through the clouds and soaring into the heavens.

The pillar of qi and blood, so powerful it was almost tangible, stung everyone's pupils, causing them to quickly close their eyes. Even the illusory figure stopped moving, its face showing surprise and doubt.

"That's... the aura of a Celestial Phoenix and an Ancient Dragon?"

"It seems they've realized it."

Seeing this, the girl glanced sideways and smiled slightly. "In that case, let me warm up before taking this world into my possession."

For her, the reason for choosing this ancient ruin was not because of the remains of the Battle Saint, nor for the Dragon-Phoenix Origin Fruit.

It's the ruins themselves!

What kind of Soul Clan style is it to fight over treasures with a bunch of worthless bastards?
The entire ruins, including the small world created by the Creator Saint, everything should belong to her Soul Clan!
"Little Miss."

From the shadows, Mo Yu's trembling voice rang out, seemingly tinged with a hint of probing.

Hun Ruoruo's deep blue eyes remained calm, her voice icy: "Tell Hun Miesheng that until he truly kneels before me, my affairs are none of his business!"

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Mo Yu's body trembled violently, the token in his palm tightened and loosened repeatedly, and finally he knelt down, speaking in a trembling voice: "Yes, yes!"

Back then, Hunfeng, with his peak Dou Zun body, withstood a half-saint's weakened attack, which earned him the title of 'Martial Madman', and no one dared to covet the position of young clan leader after that.

But now, Hun Ruoruo is ten or even a hundred times more insane than him, and she actually wants to directly block an enemy half-saint!
This isn't just crazy, this is downright suicidal!
Soon, the Demon Phoenix Half-Saint, having regained his senses, was no longer angry; instead, he revealed a deep greed.

"There's definitely something fishy going on."

He slowly raised his hand, and the power of heaven and earth gathered in his palm. A purple-gold Dharma image, forged by wind and thunder, was quietly born at the heart of the storm.

"Demon Phoenix Icon!"

With a thunderous roar, the golden Dharma image swelled in the wind and then transformed into a colossal divine bird statue a thousand feet tall, descending with overwhelming heavenly might.

In an instant, endless chanting of sacred sounds filled the air, and giant birds in the sky flapped their wings and cried out. A sacred aura permeated the air, and just one glance was enough to inspire an impulse to convert and worship, without the slightest hint of hostility.

However, this seemingly sacred and auspicious giant bird had an eerie and bewitching light in the corner of its eye, which disrupted the harmony.

The illusory figure spoke calmly, as if delivering a judgment: "Young man, since you refuse to listen to reason and will instead drink the penalty cup, then you shall go on your way with the murderer who slaughtered my people."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the colossal statue, thousands of feet tall, plummeted down with the force of plucking stars and chasing the moon, hurtling rapidly toward Hun Ruoruo's direction!
An unprecedented pressure descended, and Hun Ruoruo felt her whole body turn ice-cold, as if her blood had frozen at this moment. The familiar feeling of being banished by heaven and earth once again spread to every corner of her soul.

will die.

Not only the physical body, but also the soul and consciousness will be completely annihilated by this attack!
As the thought flashed through her mind, Hun Ruoruo's exquisite and beautiful face twisted slightly, revealing a morbidly terrifying expression.

"But...that suits me perfectly."

The next moment, to everyone's horror and disbelief, the girl did not retreat but advanced, taking a step forward and rushing straight towards the giant phoenix statue like lightning!

(End of this chapter)