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Chapter 242. Crisis
Zuo Siquan fell to the ground, her unfocused pupils reflecting Jiang Jianxin's figure for the last time before being completely swallowed by the surging darkness.

"Woo..."

The golden halo hovering behind her trembled violently, and with a mournful cry, it dissipated into countless particles of light into the morning mist.

"?"

Jiang Jianxin was a little flustered. With no one around, she could only rely on her intuition:
[Are you there, truth? What... what should we do?]

Where is your diary from your third reading?

Intuition reminded me:
[Let's give her the diary to keep her alive.]

Jiang Jianxin quickly retrieved the angel-covered diary from his sword intent space.

She tried to shove the diary into Zuo Siquan's arms, but he had completely lost consciousness and couldn't even hold onto the diary.

Jiang Jianxin had no choice but to open the notebook and smack it onto Zuo Siquan's face.

"Om..."

The diary instantly emitted a healing, lake-green light, and an emerald halo washed over the hideous wounds like a tide, enveloping the blood-soaked girl in a rich green.

Zuo Siquan's pained expression eased, and Jiang Jianxin also breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the girl in the fisherman's hat standing on the Dawn Steps in the distance.

The last time I saw her was at the Dawn Base. She was playing the role of Feng Shiman, and her "Gale Destroys the City" skill instantly killed Wushan Jun.

Now she was surrounded by flowers, a smooth road lay beneath her feet, and a few small yellow birds landed on the oranges embroidered on the top of her hat, tilting their heads to look at Jiang Jianxin.

The latter frowned and said:

"Should I call you a vile imitator, or a newly born tyrant of the Chaos faction?"

The masked girl did not speak.

She simply raised her hand and lightly pressed down on the brim of her hat, and the shadow cast by the fisherman's hat swallowed half of her pale face.

In an instant, several pitch-black paths suddenly sprang up from behind her, like enraged giant pythons tearing through space, rushing towards Jiang Jianxin with a piercing whistling sound.

"Zheng——"

The sword light suddenly appeared.

Jiang Jianxin's sword wasn't even fully drawn when several bright sword energies shot into the sky.

The sword energy was like a new moon breaking through the dawn. Wherever it passed, the dark road was neatly cut off, and a viscous substance like asphalt seeped out from the cut and evaporated in mid-air.

"Whoosh————"

A shrill whistling sound came from behind, as if the air was being torn apart.

Jiang Jianxin's eyelashes didn't even tremble; she simply tilted her head slightly to the left.

"call------"

A scorching hot asphalt road rushed past her cheek, the heat ruffling a few stray strands of her hair, and the steam rising from the road surface rippled in the morning light.

After dodging, she swung her sword behind her back again.

"Crackle—crackle—"

A three-foot sword slashes across half a cold moon.

The surging sword energy swept across the back in a fan shape, instantly freezing the creeping, growing paths—and then, like fragile glass, turning into a sky full of black crystalline dust with a crisp shattering sound.

The lingering sword energy had not yet dissipated, and the countless black crystals had not yet landed.

The masked girl's knuckles suddenly tightened.

"boom----"

The ground groaned as if it were dying, and the road surface within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) of Jiang Jianxin's feet suddenly collapsed.

It wasn't a fall—it was the entire space collapsing inward, as if swallowed by an invisible giant mouth, with the asphalt turning into pitch-black waves, squeezing in from all directions with molten lava-like heat.

In an instant, Jiang Jianxin was dragged into the abyss.

The thick darkness, carrying the pungent stench of burning, was the hot mist produced by the collision of scalding asphalt and the morning breeze. Every inch of air was boiling, and all that could be seen was twisted and writhing blackness.

Countless fragments of roads reassembled in the vortex, like a hungry pack of beasts tearing at the white-clad figure in the center.

Jiang Jianxin felt a cracking sound as if her bones were dislocating in her chest, as if her internal organs were being crushed by a massive hydraulic press. She gripped her sword hilt tightly and shouted:

"Tang Guang!" The three-foot-long sword suddenly burst forth with a dazzling cold light, its blade trembling as it tore through the viscous asphalt vortex.

The tar that tried to entangle instantly vaporized, leaving a burnt black trail in the air.

The moment Jiang Jianxin's toes touched solid ground, several pitch-black asphalt roads stretched out from all directions, cutting across her. These black substances wriggled, emitting a gritty, sticky sound, trying to drag her back into the abyss.

Jiang Jianxin reacted with lightning speed, twisting his wrist and slashing his sword at those paths.

"boom------"

In an instant, sword energy surged, neatly severing the writhing darkness, and the pungent smell of asphalt splattered from the cut.

Amidst the swirling black rain, Jiang Jianxin's clothes billowed as he leaped into the air, his sword tip aimed directly at the masked girl's heart. The strike was so fast it almost tore through the air.

"call--"

The blade of the Tangguang sword pierced through a light breeze.

Jiang Jianxin's pupils shrank suddenly as he saw the Dawn Stairs collapse with a deafening roar, the asphalt road surface shattering and falling like a mirror.

The moment the feeling of weightlessness hit her, she realized that she was floating above the clouds without her noticing. Thousands of winds materialized and pressed against her limbs and bones like a tide.

A hundred meters away, the figure of the girl in the fisherman's hat re-formed in the vortex.

Beneath the brim of her hat, lifted by the wind, the white mask reflected a cold light. She raised her right hand and slashed down suddenly, causing the surrounding air to emit a piercing shriek.

——【Lord of the Sky - Wind Slash】

The moment the hurricane contracted into a blade, Jiang Jianxin's Shield Technique was complete.

The instant the shimmering white energy shield opened, she hurled Tang Guang with a backhand, her clear shout echoing through the heavens:
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

"Zheng————"

The sound of flying swords piercing the air transformed into a long, drawn-out dragon's roar.

Orange raised her hand to summon a wind shield to block, but suddenly heard a buzzing sound of thousands of metal vibrations in her ears.

She turned around abruptly and saw that all the weapons on the battlefield were rising into the air with a hum – broken spears, lost daggers, and even weapons still held by soldiers, all now gleaming with a chilling light, transforming into a massive torrent of steel that blotted out the sky.

"boom--!"

The wind prison that was pressing down on Jiang Jianxin collapsed instantly.

As she flipped in mid-air to regain her balance, she saw the purple barrier rising in front of Orange.

Ripples spread across the translucent light screen, engulfing the first wave of sword rain, but spiderweb-like cracks burst forth the moment they touched Tang Guang's body.

"call------"

Sword energy pierced the air, and the Tangguang Sword, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, instantly penetrated the purple barrier. Ju Zi's figure froze, her left arm snapped off, and she fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.

Jiang Jianxin had already landed steadily and slightly raised his hand:

"Tang Guang, come back."

The sword flashed and slid back into its sheath with a clang.

She looked up and saw the girl wearing a fisherman's hat kneeling on the grass, her right hand pressing hard on her severed arm, blood seeping out from between her fingers.

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, something strange happened.

Suddenly, a ghostly green light emanated from the girl's body. The wild grass within a radius of ten feet withered and died at a visible speed, and new flesh and blood began to grow from the severed arm, which was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye.

——【King of the Underworld - Resurrection】

"Sasha..."

Faint sounds came from all directions.

The once soft grass blades suddenly became as agile as venomous snakes, carrying a bone-chilling cold as they crept into Jiang Jianxin's trouser leg.

More wild grasses sprouted from the soil, like countless greedy tentacles wrapping around her legs, and even climbing up her clothes.

Jiang Jianxin frowned, and the Tangguang Sword trembled slightly in its sheath, emitting a clear and melodious hum.

This was the first time she had felt a sense of crisis after spending more than half a year in the talent society.

Double update tomorrow during the day~