I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 680

Chapter 680 Chapter 138 Wrath of the Stars
Starlight refracted a cold glow on the knight’s armor, and Trist extended his hand to block the cascading sword light. Star Radiance seemed to solidify, and his iron-gray eyes showed no fluctuation of emotion as he slowly raised them.
He met the gaze of the black-haired young man who half-embraced the maiden, his expression solemn. Trist suddenly praised, “This sword strike is exquisite, unlike any I have ever seen. If I hadn’t witnessed it in your hands, even the swordsmanship of a god would be no more than this.”
Trist did not say that Igter’s sword strike had reached the level of a divinity, but rather that, to him, it was the pinnacle of understanding.
Coming from a Star, this was already a great compliment for Igter, who was merely Platinum.
Verafia, leaning on Igter, steadied herself on the ground. Beneath her robes, her delicate body could clearly feel the flow of demonic power and the tensing of the young man’s muscles.
In ordinary times, if someone else had offered Trist’s praise, she would have proudly raised her delicate face and playfully chided, “My young lady’s swordsmanship is naturally the most unparalleled and exquisite in the world, and furthermore, I know many more powerful techniques.”
However, this was not the time for playful banter or coquetry. Trist Horn, standing opposite them, was a renowned war hero in Vinash City, and even in Verafia’s eyes, he was undoubtedly a powerful figure among the Stars!
—Even she, when she was Platinum, had to go all out against a Star’s “Pitch-Black Sword,” paying a near-fatal price, and using a tricky method to kill him.
“Igter…” Her slender fingertips tightened slightly on the young man’s sleeve. Worriedly, she tilted her gold eyes, gazing at Igter’s increasingly solemn expression.
“Igter.”
Trist’s voice rang out. The starlight, frozen in mid-air, illuminated his emaciated face. The Knight Commander’s iron-gray eyes lowered slightly as he looked at Igter’s face.
“This is our third meeting. Unlike others, you do not fear me. I have felt your will… If I had made a move then, you would never have hesitated to draw your sword against me.”
“Why would I fear you?”
Despite the immense pressure, Igter slowly raised his face. With one hand supporting the maiden behind him, he spoke.
The Star rank had once been an unreachable realm for Igter… Even now, there was a gap of more than a great realm between them.
However, Igter had once wielded the Sacred Sword beside Lancaster, and the girls and the young lady beside him were maidens of deities. He had seen many Saint Ranks. What reason would he have to fear a Star?
As Trist had said, before today, whether in the judgment camp or on the streets of Vinash City, Igter had been prepared to draw his sword against him.
But…
He gripped the hilt of the End tightly.
“Such spirit… Heh, young man, you are a traveler from the outer seas, and some say you are also an envoy of the Fire Saint. Is that your reason for arrogance?”
Trist’s iron-gray eyes gazed at his face. His usually silent and emaciated face, weathered by wind and frost, flickered with a cold smile. “However, let me see your true strength!”
The moment his voice fell, the Knight Commander pressed his hand against the solidified sword light and slammed down heavily.
With a deafening “boom,” like shattering glass, the starlight filling the sky turned into bubbles. Gloom engulfed the shining light, and simultaneously, the aura of a Star expert, like an overwhelming sea, rushed towards them without reservation!
Igter’s pupils contracted violently. Without waiting for the maiden beside him to respond, he pushed her aside. Gripping his sword with one hand, his eyes as cold as solidified ice, he alone faced the vast, sea-like pressure!
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Verafia’s youthful jade body slammed heavily onto the ground, causing her to let out a muffled cry of pain.
“Nn… Igter!”
Supporting herself with her white jade little hands on the bloodstained floor, Verafia managed to prop herself up. Even though she was pushed far away, the Star expert’s aura still caused her heart to flutter. Her golden eyes, as beautiful as fireworks, were filled with panic as she looked up in alarm.
The pressure of a Star was nothing to her, of course. But Igter had not yet reached the Crystal realm. How could he withstand it? Moreover, Trist’s released pressure had also stimulated Igter’s own demonic power.
The aura of a Star expert was enough to solidify. The ground of the Inquisition cracked inch by inch, as if a heavy sky was falling, about to crush the young man into a pulp!
Suddenly, a faint gloomy light flashed across the End.
The young man’s arm trembled under the immense pressure, but his azure blue eyes remained unfazed. The straight sword light pointed directly at the surging tide. The sword light split into two, like cutting paper or breaking wood, slicing down horizontally!
The traces of space were also cut apart by this sword strike!
“Eh, is that my young lady’s Destruction Void Sword? This guy… I haven’t seen him use it much, but he’s actually quite good at it.”
Verafia, enduring the pain of her fall, managed to stand up and remarked with some surprise.
She could tell that, although Igter’s swordsmanship was indeed derived from the Destruction Void Sword, it had incorporated more of the “severing” sword intent, and by using his True Sight Eye, he had managed to astonishingly cleave Trist’s tsunami-like pressure.
Yes, that’s how it should be. Otherwise, if her personally chosen successor, the dignified Goddess Princess, were to be crushed by the pressure of this mere Star, she would have no face to see anyone…
Suddenly, a hint of alarm flashed in her mind. She instinctively dodged sideways. In the space, three small, gloomy blue swords slashed through the air, igniting a faint flame, and flew towards her silently!
“Hiss!”
With her slender jade fingers, she tore open a magic scroll, and golden light instantly overflowed, forming a shield of light in front of her.
The next moment, the gloomy blue swords heavily impacted the shield. The sound of cracking crystals accompanied the fissures, and the bursting gloomy blue flames instantly lit up her vision before exploding with a bang!
Verafia was shaken back several steps. Her divine physique prevented her from being killed by such a small magic, but the pain was undeniably real.
“This… Count Hyde?” She bit her silver teeth lightly, enduring the pain, pressing her injured wrist. Her porcelain-like snow-white face tilted slightly, and her scorching gold eyes gazed at the young noble who, with a smile on his face, slowly walked towards her after the gloomy blue flames.
No knights followed him. Obviously, this Count believed that a mere weak maiden without demonic power, no matter how special, would not pose a threat to him.
Verafia stared at him warily, her delicate jade hands stealthily reaching for her silver moon magic gun.
Count Hyde was unconcerned. The gloomy light on his staff illuminated his face. His handsome features were curved into a smile, as if he were at a ballroom banquet, showcasing his aristocratic demeanor and elegance to the fullest.
“Miss Verafia, you are indeed a beauty.”
The young man’s pupils, gazing at the maiden’s delicate body, revealed greed.