Feng Yuan Won’t Save You, But I Will

The Ghost Control Sect’s power was terrifying.

After several exchanges, He Ange had honestly focused on covering An Luo Yi’s retreat.

Daring to clash head-on with a Void God Realm expert like Li Min… He Ange had grown too reckless.

An Luo Yi, bathed in True Dragon bloodline and Chosen fate, naturally restrained the Ghost Control Sect’s demonic arts.

Amplified by the Abyssal Pearl, she couldn’t defeat Li Min and his assassins alone, but she held a 40-60 advantage—far less desperate than He Ange.

But He Ange truly couldn’t withstand the assault.

Yes, he had many trump cards, but in a battle with no hope of victory, he refused to waste them.

What made it more maddening was that the Ghost Control Sect’s hatred was entirely directed at him.

Despite An Luo Yi being the strongest, her radiant True Dragon halo and protagonist aura went unnoticed as they bypassed her to swarm He Ange.

Truly a case of favoring men over women.

“He Yuan, brat! Do you recognize this formation!”

Hovering mid-air, the black-robed elder exuded malevolent ghostly energy.

He raised two phantom skull heads, unleashing an endless barrage of ghost fire bullets toward He Ange.

Each explosion carved a five-meter radius of skeletal mushroom clouds into the earth.

If not for being in the cultivation world, He Ange would’ve thought a bomber was strafing him.

At least seven demonic cultivators pursued him relentlessly.

Meanwhile, An Luo Yi faced merely three opponents.

Li Min’s plan seemed clear: stall An Luo Yi, concentrate firepower on He Yuan, then capture her alive.

But Li Min was surprised—He Yuan’s combat prowess was mediocre, yet his escape arts were peerless.

Illusions and afterimages flickered like lightning.

Still, Li Min wasn’t rushed. His firepower was relentless, cooldown nonexistent.

Within this confined Ghost Prison Array, he could play cat-and-mouse until He Yuan collapsed from exhaustion.

Truthfully, standing high above, bombarding the fleeing young man with ghost fire bullets brought a perverse satisfaction—like burning ants with a flamethrower.

Li Min would savor his revenge for his grandson.

“Can’t you aim, you old fossil?”

He Ange’s taunt nauseated Li Min.

In truth, He Ange was stalling.

Two reasons:

First, the Ghost Prison Array blocked spatial transmission. Xiao Mo couldn’t break through instantly. He needed time—three minutes, per her estimate.

Second, he wanted to provoke An Luo Yi further.

Though she fought three enemies valiantly, as a Chosen One, this pressure was insufficient. If He Ange could withstand seven attackers, surely three weren’t enough for her?

Thus, He Ange refrained from using life-saving trump cards, instead baiting Li Min to appear more vulnerable.

If An Luo Yi sensed He Ange’s desperation, perhaps she’d breakthrough into the Void Refining Realm on the spot.

“He Yuan, you’re courting death!”

The taunt worked.

Li Min’s patience snapped.

He’d been savoring the hunt, but mockery changed the game.

Random barrages turned into focused vengeance. He had to prove his aim was true.

RUMBLE—!!!!!

Ghost fire bullets rained down even more furiously.

Li Min’s aged left eye burned with phantom red light, bloodlust amplifying his firepower tenfold.

“Ange…?”

An Luo Yi sensed the cataclysmic explosions behind her.

She swept down with her Azure Dragon Sword, repelling three demonic cultivators and their corpse puppets, then froze mid-retreat at Li Min’s relentless bombardment.

Worse, He Ange intentionally stumbled into the barrage.

In a blink, he was blasted into dust, obscuring An Luo Yi’s view.

“You asked for this!”

Li Min laughed cruelly as He Ange collapsed.

He sheathed his ghost fire cannons, unsheathing a ghost warrior’s blade.

His stance—Iaijutsu—radiated slaughter.

“This strike once beheaded a Heavenly God Realm General!”

Li Min sneered, ghostly energy erupting as he surged to Void God Realm’s peak.

His blade crackled with enough power to slay demons.

GULP—

An Luo Yi’s golden eyes widened in disbelief.

Time froze.

She heard her own frantic heartbeat and He Ange’s dying breaths as the black-robed elder’s blade homed in.

One strike—He Ange will die.

The thought seized her.

A year ago, she’d failed to protect her junior disciple.

A year later, she couldn’t shield her husband.

History repeated itself brutally.

This is my fault… I wasn’t strong enough…

An Luo Yi bit her lip, blood trailing down her chin.

Her grip on the Silver Phoenix Sword tightened as golden dragon qi erupted around her.

“Destiny…”

“Give me your power one more time. Please.”

As the words left her lips—

True Dragon divine light exploded.

It was as if sealed potential unlocked.

Heaven-protecting brilliance bathed her, turning every inch of skin and silver hair molten gold.

Infinite power surged within her—a gift from the True Dragon Ancestor who once sought to enslave her.

Or perhaps, the Empress’s legacy bestowed this divinity.

[Luo Yi, you will eventually understand—the True Dragon is your home.]

The Empress’s voice echoed in her mind.

An Luo Yi had forcibly shattered the Phoenix Mark’s suppression, reconnecting with the legacy.

No time to ponder the risks.

Without this power, He Ange would die.

“WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO INSULT MY HUSBAND?!”

Her icy question carried the Empress’s wrath—enough to make rivers run blood.

Nine dragons roared in the void; the earth trembled.

It was as if the Celestial Empress herself had descended.

“—?!”

Li Min froze, mid-strike, stunned by the imperial might.

He turned—only to face An Luo Yi’s sword, descending like a wrathful deity.

WHOOSH—!

Before he could react—

A holy sword spanning the heavens cleaved through him.

Galactic dragon sword qi tore the sky asunder.

This single strike shook the world!

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Dragon Palace—Throne Room

“Heh~”

On her dragon throne, the Empress crossed her legs, a smirk curling her lips.

“Luo Yi, you should’ve known this long ago.”

“When the moment comes—”

“Feng Yuan won’t save you…”

“—But I will.”