The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix – Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Protagonist, Spirit Sword Returns to its Sheath

Rumble—

The surging energy shattered the snow-filled sky. The golden dragon reared its head, like a creature emerging from the sea, opening its jaws mid-air to pounce on a ball of purple light.

In the chaotic pile of rubble below lay countless shredded Chi Long Mansion guards and cultivators from various sects possessed by Blood Spirits. Amidst them, a figure wearing a bamboo hat could no longer stand and knelt on one knee, using their spirit sword as a crutch, driven into the ground.

Xiao Tian hovered around her, its face etched with worry.

“Yu Die! The cultivation gap between you and this person is too vast! You can’t hold on…”

“Cough—”

A cough escaped, and blood instantly seeped through the bandages wrapped around Feng Yu Die’s mouth and nose. Unable to spit it out, she had no choice but to forcefully swallow it.

“The huge commotion on the east side just now, Young Master Ye and Junior Sister Pei should have resolved it. Just hold on a little longer, and they’ll be here… Xiao Tian!!”

Hearing this, Xiao Tian felt a mix of joy and sorrow. It was good that Yu Die trusted Young Master Ye so much, but the purple-clothed cultivator was simply beyond Feng Yu Die’s ability to handle.

Young Master Ye had previously said that Feng Yu Die could handle him.

Xiao Tian desperately wanted to believe Young Master Ye, but the current situation…

“Hah!!!”

A furious roar echoed from the sky as purple spiritual energy suddenly expanded. The golden dragon strained upwards, letting out a mournful cry.

“Roar—”

An all-out attack from a cultivator at the early Nascent Soul stage was still blocked by the cultivator named Zi Tiancheng, who then pushed the golden dragon back.

Zi Tiancheng, hovering in the air, gasped for breath. He raised his right hand and grabbed forcefully, summoning a purple spirit longsword in his palm. He then instantly appeared below the golden dragon’s head.

Clang—

The purple spirit longsword carved a nearly hundred-chi long arc through the air, striking directly at the golden dragon’s neck. Although it only left a shallow gash on the dragon’s scales, the force once again repelled the dragon’s head.

“Saint Emperor Dragon Body…”

Zi Tiancheng gritted his teeth slightly. Seeing that his attacks were not very effective, he immediately shifted his target to Feng Yu Die below. He then spun half a circle in the air, using the air as a platform to push off forcefully.

A powerful air wave enveloped his entire body, pressing against his now tattered robes. With terrifying might, he charged directly at Feng Yu Die.

“Yu Die!! He’s coming!”

“Hiss—”

Feng Yu Die gritted her teeth, immediately stood up, drew her spirit sword from the ground, and held it with a reverse grip, preparing to throw it like a spear.

“Get down here!!”

Boom—

Her right foot crushed the ground, and the debris behind her was blasted away by the air wave.

Her spirit sword shot out like a sun-worshipping arrow, leaving a straight beam of brilliance as it pierced directly towards Zi Tiancheng’s chest.

Zi Tiancheng’s eyes widened instantly, and he immediately used his spiritual energy to protect himself. However, he did not expect Feng Yu Die’s spirit sword to penetrate his protective spiritual shield as easily as tearing paper. He dodged, but still could not escape.

The spirit sword pierced his left arm.

Swish—

His left arm, along with the tendons, detached from his body. However, this sword did not stop Zi Tiancheng. Instead, he used the impact of the sword hitting his left shoulder to imitate Feng Yu Die’s throw, hurling the purple spirit longsword in his right hand towards Feng Yu Die.

The golden spirit sword shot upwards like an arrow worshipping the sun.

The purple spirit sword shot out like a hook moon.

“What?!”

Feng Yu Die had not anticipated that he would throw his sword as well. Her eyes widened as she tried to dodge, but the speed was too great. She couldn’t move even an inch before Zi Tiancheng’s sword directly pierced her shoulder, pinning her to the ground.

“Cough—”

Her back slammed heavily onto the ground, then bounced up.

Feng Yu Die felt as if her internal organs had been shattered, but before she could recover, a pair of hands grabbed her neck, pressing her bobbing head into the ground.

“Huff—huff—” Zi Tiancheng glared at her, panting heavily. “One who possesses the Saint Emperor bloodline is a chosen one of destiny, destined to ascend to the throne. Do you think because of this prophecy, you can stand by and watch, and attack me across realms?!”

“Tsk…”

Feng Yu Die met his gaze and clicked her tongue slightly.

“Let me tell you, in the past few thousand years, countless people with the Saint Emperor bloodline have died at the hands of the Tian Mo Sect. The Saint Emperor of the Immortal Family left behind a hundred descendants, passed down through generations. You are merely one of the many past owners of this golden dragon. Now that the Heavenly Scroll of the Dao is missing, the one who possesses the scroll is what you Immortal Cultivators call destiny!!”

“Heh!” Feng Yu Die sneered and shifted her gaze behind him. “Behind you!”

?!

Zi Tiancheng immediately turned his head to look behind him. However, there was nothing there. The golden dragon in the sky had not yet recovered.

Seeing that he had actually looked back, Feng Yu Die, whose neck was held captive, quickly took out a dagger from her Storage Bag and forcefully stabbed it towards his chest.

“Hiss—”

Feeling the pain in his abdomen, Zi Tiancheng’s face darkened with anger. He immediately pulled out the spirit sword that was pinning Feng Yu Die’s shoulder and prepared to slit her throat.

At this moment, Feng Yu Die’s gaze flickered to his left ear again, and she shouted:

“Behind you!!”

“You think the same trick will work twice… Ah——!”

Two spirit swords pierced through his back and out of his chest, heading straight for Feng Yu Die’s face.

Seeing this, Feng Yu Die’s eyes widened, and she quickly turned her head at an angle.

Clang, clang—

The two spirit swords that had pierced through Zi Tiancheng grazed Feng Yu Die’s cheeks on either side, sinking into the ground behind her.

“Hiss—”

Feng Yu Die gasped, but she didn’t hesitate. She formed a sword finger and waved, and the spirit sword she had thrown earlier, which had already reached the stratosphere, instantly reversed 180 degrees and plummeted downwards.

Ye Anping looked at the ominous black mist emanating from Zi Tiancheng’s entire body and frowned, ordering:

“Junior Sister, again!”

Swish—

Two sounds of flesh being pierced overlapped. Ye Anping and Pei Lianxue, standing behind Zi Tiancheng, twisted their bodies and thrust their spirit swords forward again, this time aiming for his nape.

However—

Boom—

A wave of purple spiritual energy instantly enveloped Zi Tiancheng, and their swords directly struck the purple spirit wall, unable to get even an inch closer to Zi Tiancheng.

Ye Anping frowned, gripping his sword with both hands and releasing all his spiritual energy into it, pressing forward with all his might.

“Junior Sister, don’t stop!!”

At the same time, he gave Feng Yu Die on the ground a look: Use your Nine Heavens Sword Art to recall the spirit sword you threw!

Feng Yu Die returned his look: Already did! Let the sword fly!

“Ahhhhhhh——!”

Zi Tiancheng roared, releasing his remaining spiritual energy in an attempt to blast away the two “unexpected guests” who had suddenly appeared.

Sensing this force, Ye Anping’s forehead began to bead with cold sweat.

The next moment, a golden meteor streaked across the night sky, plunging vertically downwards like a falling star, directly above Zi Tiancheng’s head.

Beneath this golden “falling star,” Zi Tiancheng’s protective spirit wall was as fragile as paper.

Crack—

Feng Yu Die’s spirit sword returned to its sheath, with Zi Tiancheng’s spine serving as the sheath.

Simultaneously, Ye Anping and Pei Lianxue’s spirit swords broke through the protective spirit shield, crossing and piercing Zi Tiancheng’s neck.

Swish, swish—

The sounds of flesh being pierced rang out in unison, and Zi Tiancheng perished on the spot.

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