Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Then, a question popped into his mind.

Did these Suspended Peak people come to fight voluntarily, or...?

"Forget it, I don't want to."

Bai E looked at Dan Heng with a firm gaze and said:

"Brother Danheng, we must get to the Suspended Peak Arena as soon as possible."

At the same time, the spirit resembling Yan Huan seemed to sense something.

"Hahahahaha——!!"

"Found it! Found it—!!"

He emitted a piercing, sharp explosion, his slow, leisurely steps transforming into teleportation, and he rushed swiftly towards the Suspended Peak Arena, so fast that he didn't even leave an afterimage.

Seeing this, Bai E and Dan Heng quickened their pace.

Ahead, Tibo was quietly waiting on the road in the Soul Forging Zone.

She said in a deep voice:

"Xiao Dan, Xiao Bai, if you find that you can't win, once you take back the fire, the Gate of Janus will open."

"Everyone must escape immediately; there is no time to linger."

"The rest depends on our teamwork."

"Mm." Bai E nodded as he walked.

"I still remember what Wan Di said before: when you're on the battlefield, you have to cast aside all distractions..."

"Go, teammates! Today, fate is on our side!"

Not only did he destroy the Ai Li Secret Pavilion, but he also hurt Teacher Tian. No matter what, this black-robed swordsman is the mortal enemy of all the Golden Clan.

The group quickened their pace and finally arrived at the Suspended Peak Arena.

In the center of the arena, the golden spirit grinned madly, its wrist twisted into a claw, gripping the black-robed swordsman's face and slamming it against the ground. "Hahahaha!! Shout—shout louder!!"

The eerie laughter made Xia Du, who was playing support, frown slightly.

"They have absolutely no manners."

He raised the muzzle of his alchemical weapon, aimed it at the black-robed swordsman, and decisively fired.

'Bang—!' The bullet struck the black-robed swordsman squarely between the eyebrows. The immense impact forced him to take a half-step back, but he quickly regrouped and charged towards Xia Ke.

Clearly, this fire thief was after the fire itself; killing Na Ke Xia was more important than killing the soul.

"Finally here."

Sensing footsteps behind him, Xia stared intently at the black-robed swordsman and said in a deep voice to Dan Heng and Bai E, who were approaching from behind:

"Let's attack together."

During the battle, the black-robed swordsman used his sword to repel Dan Heng and Bai E, and then charged towards Na Ke Xia's location once again.

"Hahahaha—!!" A chilling laugh rang out, and the spirit raised its hand, and an extremely resilient chain shot out from its sleeve, precisely binding the fire thief's elbow that was holding the sword.

"Run—run!!"

The spirit's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and it let out a strange, shrill laugh:

"Come and be buried with me! Hahahaha!"

In an instant, the entire arena began to shake, and the Lone Army of Suspended Peak, who were desperately fighting against the Black Tide monsters around the arena, also noticed this.

Two breaths later, the arena had transformed into a completely different place.

The black-robed swordsman sank into the golden swamp, his eyes filled with resentment.

That damned spirit is really troublesome.

A sharp sword slashed fiercely at the fire thief, "Even for the sake of everyone in the Sorrowful Secret Pavilion, I will personally kill my enemy here!"

Bai E gritted his teeth, and his sword clashed fiercely with the Fire Thief's strange sword, sparking intensely.

The fire-stealer remained silent, focusing solely on the battle.

He looked like a stone, a mute... His eyes always reflected the image of that summer, even though the latter was now standing far away.

With a whoosh, a figure emerged from the golden swamp, swaying unsteadily like a lifeless puppet.

Followed by the second, third...

As the eighth puppet slowly emerged from the swamp, the spirit mockingly pulled out a longbow, and all the puppets mimicked his action, drawing their longbows in unison…

Chapter 1303 I Don't Like Her

At this moment, the arena has been assimilated into the domain of the spirit, and the Fire Thief will be severely restricted in moving within the domain's swamp.

"Oh, frail Son of Man... why have you strayed again?"

On the shore of the golden swamp, seeing that Xia's alchemical bullet had missed again, Sersis sneered:

"If it really doesn't work, just give up. Those children don't need you at all..."

"Enough with the chatter. Didn't you see the Fire Thief was staring at me?" Xia fired another shot at the black-robed swordsman, his voice deep and resonant.

"I really don't know what he's made of. Even as time goes by, his energy is still as strong as it was at the beginning of the battle."

Despite being surrounded by a group of attackers and still in enemy territory, the black-robed swordsman reacted extremely quickly, weaving through various attacks.

Even when struck by the incoming arrows, he didn't look at his wounds, but only tried to break free from their encirclement, his eyes still fixed on Xia.

The fire-stealer's limbs are now completely bound by chains, and if this continues, the situation will become very unfavorable.

"Humph!"

In an instant, he once again pulled out the crescent-shaped staff, or perhaps the dagger.

A strange power spread outwards from the Fire Thief in all directions, instantly overturning Danheng and Bai'e, who were closest to it.

"Hmm?" The spirit sensed something was wrong and immediately raised its hand, causing more chains to emerge from the swamp and attack the fire thief's limbs.

"Dream on." The black-robed swordsman sneered and directly thrust his staff at the flying chains.

In an instant, the chains vanished.

In that brief moment, the Fire Thief emerged from the swamp and appeared before Xia Ke.

"What?!" Xia's pupils shrank sharply at that moment.

"Hmph!" The fire thief, in a fit of rage, plunged the moon-shaped instrument into Na Kexia's chest.

At the same time, the device emitted a terrifying light, and Cecis's flame was drawn from within Nakasha's body, slowly moving towards the lunar device.

"Take your hands off!" Crimson blood diamonds attacked from the side, their clusters densely packed and aimed at the Fire Stealer.

"Ha, got it!" Xia gritted his teeth inwardly, then threw away the alchemical weapon and gripped the moon staff tightly with both hands.

'Whoosh whoosh whoosh-! ! '

Thousands of arrows of light shot towards the fire thief. At the critical moment, he had no choice but to release his staff and retreat rapidly.

Looking in the direction of the crystal cluster, Bai E exclaimed in delight:

"Wan Di, you've finally...!"

"Hmph, it seems I've arrived just in time!"

Wan Di stood beside the spirit, a blood-red crystal cluster forming in his hand. "Black Tide's henchman—I, the king of the Suspended Blade Army, have come to be your adversary!"

Sensing this familiar aura, Cecis within Xia's body raised an eyebrow slightly.

“...It’s been a long time, Nicardoli.”

Seeing that a demigod had joined the battle, the Fire Thief lowered his voice and said disdainfully:

"Vanity...a self-destructive fuel!"

He raised the black sun sword high, and in an instant, surging energy erupted once more.

"It's nothing more than... the sinking of a dynasty!"

The greatsword swung down, causing the heavens and earth to tremble, and even the swamp in the arena rippled like an earth dragon turning over.

"Alright!" Enduring the surging energy, Wan Di gritted his teeth. "Continue! Let our battle be a sacrifice to the fallen god!"

The red crystal clusters instantly covered the entire arena, enveloping the Fire Thief and quickly condensing into a huge red crystal.

Wan Di leaped to his feet, raised his fist high, and his imposing aura was like a raging fire. "I hereby grant you and the heroic spirits of Xuanfeng the right to share the same corpse bed!"

With a single punch, the large crystal block shattered, and the Fire Thief trapped inside was blasted away.

"Hahahaha—!!" At the same time, the spirit and the other puppets put away their longbows, raised their hands, and a large number of soul chains shot out from their sleeves, tightly binding the fire thief from all directions.

Seeing that the black-robed swordsman's movements were completely immobilized, Wan Di quickly raised his hand and shouted:

"Heroic souls of the strife, heed my command...!"

In an instant, the remaining power of heroic spirits from the entire Suspended Peak City rapidly converged in his palm.

"I am [the Spear of Divine Retribution]..."

He gripped the spear that had been formed, and with a terrifying aura, he made a throwing motion toward the fire-stealer.

"This world needs pain!"

'Whoosh—'

'Boom!' The spear transformed into a streak of light, piercing through the Fire Thief's chest, shattering the arena's walls along with it. The sky collapsed, the earth caved in, and all things perished.

The city of Suspended Peak shook violently, as if celebrating the birth of a new god.

The fire-stealer has been defeated once again.

……

Ohma.

"Look, the warriors are back!"