After pulling out the spear, the figure did not stop, turning the spearhead and transforming into a golden lightning bolt, chasing swiftly after the retreating Vita.
The offensive was fierce, the connection seamless, showing no intention of reminiscing or exchanging pleasantries.
"So heartless, Durandal~"
Vita's figure wove through the dense spear shadows. Every movement just perfectly evaded the fatal edge of the Holy Spear. With her skirt billowing, she even had the spare energy to deliberately draw out her tone, feigning grievance.
"Is this how you treat an 'old friend' right after meeting?"
She dared not be complacent enough to take the Abyss Flower, which radiated the aura of life and death, head-on. The grand play was only just entering its climax, and she didn't want to accidentally bow out early and take the box lunch.
"I never recall you being a friend."
Durandal held the Holy Spear, her posture straight as a pine. Her eyes, bright as a blue sky, were sharp as an eagle's, the spear point constantly locked onto Vita's figure. Her tone was serious and cold, without a ripple of emotion.
"Furthermore, at this moment, we are clearly defined enemies. That is beyond doubt."
"Ooh... that hurts so much, Lady Durandal's words pierce little Vi's fragile heart like a sharp sword~"
Vita dramatically covered her chest, her delicate eyebrows furrowed. She even managed to squeeze out a few crystal-clear tears from the corner of her eyes. Her tearful, about-to-cry look made it seem as though she had suffered an immense grievance and betrayal.
Durandal's mouth twitched imperceptibly. The other party's exaggerated acting made it hard for her to maintain her composure.
Lu Jingming's reminder flashed through her mind—the best way to deal with a "bad woman" like Vita, who excels at manipulating people's hearts and stirring up trouble, is to not give her any opportunity to speak, lure, or stall for time.
With this thought set, her aura surged again. The speed and strength of her Holy Spear's dance suddenly increased by a level, enveloping Vita like a torrential storm.
At the exact moment Vita was completely tied up by Durandal and couldn't spare attention for anything else—
Ch-la! BOOM!!!
A deafening thunderclap ripped through the sky without warning.
A greatsword wrapped in violent lightning, crackling with a hair-raising electric glow, transformed into an intensely brilliant, space-slicing lightning blade aura. With irresistible momentum, it struck directly at Niu Tian, who was about to move.
Niu Tian's face suddenly changed drastically.
As a powerhouse who had transformed from a 100,000-year Soul Beast and experienced countless battles, his combat instincts were etched into his bones.
Almost subconsciously, a powerful Slowing Domain instantly expanded from him.
As the invisible retarding force permeated, the speed of the violent lightning blade, upon entering the domain's range, visibly slowed by several degrees.
Seizing this gap, Niu Tian roared, and his thick right arm smashed out.
An overbearing, azure lightning surged from his fist, rapidly condensing into a ferocious, dragon-and-ox-like giant lightning head. With a soul-shaking dragon roar, it opened its huge lightning maw and fiercely bit toward the slowed, terrifying blade light.
"BOOM—!!!"
The two torrents of violent lightning power collided fiercely. The blinding lightning glow suddenly burst and expanded like a small sun.
Niu Tian felt an unimaginable, overwhelming force surge crazily up his arm. His vital energy churned, and his massive body was thrown backward uncontrollably, smashing through several crumbling, thick walls behind him before finally stopping his retreat, each step leaving deep imprints in the ground.
On the other side, Raiden Mei's figure followed like true lightning. The terrifying lightning blade, extending hundreds of meters, carved a shocking, smoking, scorched trench into the ground. Its momentum undiminished, it pressed relentlessly toward Niu Tian.
"Daming!"
Tai Tan, seeing this, had his rugged face instantly filled with alarm and fury. He roared, and just as he was about to stride forward to assist Niu Tian, the space in front of him violently twisted without warning, being enveloped and broken down by a thick, inescapable black fog of death.
A spear, pitch-black and seemingly condensed from utter darkness, emerged from the abyss of nothingness like a viper. Carrying an absolutely fatal sharp edge, it silently and swiftly pierced toward his heart—a vital point.
Alarm bells loudly rang in Tai Tan's heart. A chill shot from his feet straight to the top of his head.
In the haste of the moment, he only managed to cross his arms, fiercely guarding his chest.
"Pffft—!"
The dull, sickening sound of flesh being mercilessly torn was clearly audible.
The dark spear tip effortlessly pierced through his tough skin and muscle. Blood instantly sprayed out.
Tai Tan's strong, massive body, like a mountain, was struck by an invisible giant hammer. He was slammed uncontrollably backward and heavily crashed into the ground with a weighty thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"My apologies, this path is blocked."
A low, slightly magnetic voice emerged from the black, misty space rift.
Lu Jingming stepped out of the void, holding the Abyss Flower, a spear that seemed to devour all light. The spear tip was faintly surrounded by a chilling black light, silently decomposing and annihilating the fresh blood it had just drawn into primal nothingness.
"It's you!"
Tang Wutong lost her voice in a gasp, her pink and blue eyes filled with shock and disbelief as she looked at Lu Jingming, who had suddenly appeared and wounded her Second Father, Tai Tan, with a single strike.
Events were unfolding too quickly, too fast for her brain to process.
From the intense surprise and huge doubt of suddenly seeing her Mother, to Vita being intercepted, and then her two Fathers being instantly attacked... all this happened in the blink of an eye, leaving her temporarily unable to react.
"Tang Wutong, is it."
Lu Jingming glanced at her indifferently, his eyes calm and unwavering, as if looking at an unimportant stranger. His tone was utterly devoid of emotion, like stating an established fact.
"Goodbye."
With that, he didn't give Tang Wutong any time to react. The Abyss Flower in his hand lightly pierced the empty air in front of him—
Buzz!
Dozens of fist-sized, black spheres composed purely of death energy materialized from nothing, then instantly transformed into streaks of extremely fast black light, raining down like death toward the heavily injured Tai Tan, who was struggling to climb out of the crater.
After all, in his "script," after this moment, the "Tang Wutong" before him would cease to be Tang Wutong—she would become a part of Wang Qiuer.
Tang Wutong hadn't even grasped the meaning of his abrupt "goodbye" when an intensely brilliant golden stream of light, imbued with the dual aura of light and flame, streaked silently yet fatally toward her face like lightning across the sky.
She was not a powerless doll after all. As the young princess of the Hao Tian Sect and a proud prodigy who had trained at Shrek Academy, her powerful combat instincts were instantly triggered in the crisis.
"WENG—!"
A brilliant blue-gold light suddenly erupted.
The Radiant Goddess Butterfly Martial Soul instantly possessed her. A pair of huge, magnificent butterfly wings, as if carved from countless crystals of light, unfolded behind her, scattering a shower of light dust.
Facing the fatal golden light, Tang Wutong let out a delicate cry. She waved her hands, and two sharp light blades condensed from pure light instantly intertwined into a dense defensive light net, meeting the incoming golden light with full force.
"CLANG—!!!"
The piercing metallic explosion was sharp enough to tear through eardrums.
The brilliant golden light finally revealed its true form in the fierce collision—it was a golden spear, flowing with the luster of the sun, ancient in design yet fiercely overbearing.
The enormous recoil shook the spear backward, but it was caught steadily in the hand of a golden-haired girl who had quietly appeared.
The girl's posture was upright, and her appearance was stunningly beautiful, bearing a striking resemblance to Tang Wutong.
However, compared to Tang Wutong's blend of shrewdness and agility, her eyebrows held more of a cold, commanding heroism, like a drawn, razor-sharp blade.
The moment Tang Wutong's gaze met hers, her heart involuntarily tightened fiercely.
An indescribable jolt and resonance, originating from the deepest part of her soul, fiercely seized her. A ridiculous yet overwhelmingly strong, fate-like intuition surged into her mind—
Only one of them was destined to survive!
"If you must blame someone, blame your lofty 'good father,' who calculated against all beings."
Wang Qiuer's slender fingers tightened, firmly gripping the Golden Dragon Spear that seemed born for her. Her eyes were as cold as a ten-thousand-year-old abyss, completely devoid of warmth, holding only absolute resolve.
"Between us, it was destined from birth... that only one could survive and move toward completion."
She had learned all the truth from Lu Jingming—about her own state of existence, about the missing fragment of Tang Wutong's soul, and about the series of cruel and selfish calculations laid out by the Sea God Tang San to seize the fortune of the Star Dou Great Forest's Soul Beasts, as well as the unique bloodline and power of destiny belonging to the Emperor Beast.
Wang Qiuer felt no guilt or hesitation about killing Tang Wutong, seizing the other half of the soul fragment, and thereby becoming a complete, independent individual.
Though Tang Wutong herself might be innocent, as she was completely unaware of all this.
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