Chapter 129 The Great Battle (2) It’s My Turn to Fight Back!…

Chapter 129: The Great Battle (Part 2) — Now it's my turn to strike back!

The fireball struck the broomstick, instantly engulfing it in flames.

Without her broomstick, Yu Xing was no different from someone jumping off a building, plummeting from the top of the high wall.

After the sky-obscuring thunderstorm dissipated, the sky reappeared in everyone's sight. The lightning hadn't harmed anyone, yet it destroyed all nearby machinery, including the electronic weapons on the high wall.

Jiang Hui, who had been secretly observing from afar, immediately recognized the figure falling from the sky as Yu Xing.

Bai Qinghe, standing below, also recognized Yu Xing. He couldn’t understand—only the old woman had been riding the broomstick earlier, so why had Yu Xing suddenly appeared? Glancing around, he realized all the robots nearby had been destroyed earlier by the mechanical turtle. He wanted to save Yu Xing but was powerless.

Meanwhile, the Owl sensed the danger hidden within the dark red flames tinged with gold. But by then, she was already too close to the Vermilion Bird Divine Fire, with almost no chance to evade.

As a sixth-level Beloved of the God of Fire, she was fire itself, and fire was her. In theory, she should fear no flame in this world, for she was the strongest fire there was.

Yet, as she neared that droplet of flame, a spark of fear flared in her otherwise tranquil heart. This fear forced her body to explode, transforming into amorphous flames.

The Vermilion Bird Divine Fire passed straight through the shapeless flames.

"Sizzle..." A sickening sizzle, like water dripping onto a scorching iron pan, rang out.

The Vermilion Bird Divine Fire carried away a trail of crimson fire, plunging straight into the ground, where it burned fiercely on the concrete.

The mass of fire in the sky had thinned considerably, flickering precariously in the wind as if it might extinguish at any moment.

Finally, the flames coalesced once more, condensing into a small swallow that fluttered down lightly toward the ground.

"Crash!"

Yu Xing crashed into the ground, landing amidst the ruins left by the earlier battle.

Miao Nianzhen, standing high above, saw it. Her body involuntarily took a step forward. She had glimpsed the falling figure—it looked like Yu Xing.

From such a height... an ordinary person would surely be reduced to pulp, wouldn’t they?

Yu Xing’s face flashed in Miao Nianzhen’s mind—young, pale, with calm eyes, untouched by the worn-down bitterness typical of those suffering in District D.

"Go check it out," Miao Nianzhen ordered the Divine Chosen beside her.

She should have gone herself, but she hesitated. Suddenly, she couldn’t bear the thought of seeing that young face shattered beyond recognition.

Falling from the sky, Yu Xing knew the Celestial Serpent Feathered Robe could absorb some impact, but it couldn’t save her from the fatal fall. At best, she could wrap the cloak tighter, ensuring her remains wouldn’t splatter everywhere—sparing the sanitation robots extra work and keeping her in one piece.

The thought made her chuckle mid-air.

At the last moment before impact, she fastened the Undead Necklace around her neck.

"Thump..."

The cloak landed in the rubble, sending dust flying.

Yu Xing lay sprawled on the ground. She removed the necklace, restoring her body, and grabbed the Celestial Serpent Feathered Robe, now sporting a gaping burn hole. Lifting her head, she confirmed the direction of the mech.

She needed to reunite with it—her grandmother was inside, and she needed the mech too. Without her broomstick, only the mech could carry her beyond the Seven Cities.

As she stood, a crowd of Divine Chosen closed in on her.

They stared at her as if she were a monster, a wrathful spirit. How could a human survive such a fall, limbs intact and still able to stand?

"She’s not human..."

Someone suddenly shouted, "Grab her!"

Yu Xing’s eyes narrowed. She quickly draped the cloak over herself, only to feel a chill on her back—a large hole gaped there.

"Whoosh..." A fireball whooshed toward her. Yu Xing swung the cloak, blocking the attack. It was just an ordinary flame, incapable of piercing the Celestial Serpent Feathered Robe’s defenses.

But then, a white-hot pain lanced through her back, followed by numbness. She tumbled down the rubble.

"I hit her!" a Beloved of the God of Thunder and Lightning exulted.

It hurt...

Yu Xing lay on the ground, gritting her teeth, she struggled to lift her head.

A thick vine suddenly sprouted from the ruins, coiling like a serpent to bind her. Yu Xing gripped her wand, ready to chant a spell—

Then her body stiffened, all feeling draining away. A layer of ice encased her.

"She’s restrained!"

"We’ve got her!"

Triumphant cries surrounded her. Yu Xing’s ears rang, the voices indistinct. She could feel the crowd closing in, eager, ravenous.

No... In her daze, she thought, *I’m just one person. I can’t possibly satisfy so many.*

Multiple hands reached for her. In the chaos, her eye was dislodged. She blinked, focusing on the nearest figure—a man with a buzz cut and thick lips.

Yu Xing recoiled internally. *No! He absolutely didn't remotely appeal to her!*

The thick-lipped man noticed her gaze. Looking down, their eyes met. A strange sensation washed over him, as if he’d somehow been touched by cosmic revelation.

The next second, his foot plunged into a narrow pit in the rubble. His body twisted—

"CRACK!"

His leg bent at a ninety-degree angle.

"AAAAHHH!!!"

After the ear-splitting shriek, Yu Xing toppled to the ground, rolling down the slope.

With the thick-lipped man incapacitated, the others fumbled, losing their grip on her icy, slippery form.

As she rolled, the ice shattered. Her joints locked with cold, she clambered up—only to face a horde of charging Divine Chosen.

Yu Xing scanned them, meeting countless pairs of eyes.

Not a single one matched her taste. *Good grief, what was it like to be doggedly chased by people you didn’t fancy?*

They rushed at her. Some tripped mid-sprint, tumbling like bowling balls and knocking others over.

By the time Yu Xing found her footing, only a handful remained standing before her.

One woman even reached her—only to seize up with cramps, her face contorting in pain as she collapsed onto Yu Xing.

"I don't like women..." Yu Xing supported the woman, reiterating her preferences for what felt like the hundredth time.

At that moment, she spotted a man standing above her—the Thunder God's Chosen who had attacked her with lightning earlier. He clasped his hands together and chanted loudly, "O god who wields the power of lightning..."

Yu Xing frowned and shoved the woman clinging to her away.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning struck Yu Xing, sending that searing, bone-deep pain through her once more. Before collapsing, she locked eyes with the man, meeting his exhilarated gaze.

As she collapsed to the ground, she immediately popped a pill into her mouth.

No time to waste. Her grandmother’s condition was uncertain—she had to get her out of Seven Cities as soon as possible.

After swallowing the pill, she sprang to her feet, catching the pursuing Divine Chosen off guard. Yu Xing snatched a handful of stones from the ground and hurled them.

Everyone knew how a Follower of the God of Misfortune attacks. The moment they saw Yu Xing throwing stones, their first instinct was to scramble out of the way.

Seizing their panic, Yu Xing charged forward. She kicked the first pursuer flying, sent the second sprawling with a slap, and just as the third was about to unleash a Divine Skill, she delivered a flying kick that folded him like a pretzel.

But she wasn’t done. Grabbing one of them as a living shield, she continued her assault.

The Divine Chosen grew terrified as they realized Yu Xing remained unscathed even after taking hits from multiple Divine Skills. When she turned the tables and chased them, they finally cracked and ran.

Mid-sprint, one of them realized something was wrong. Glancing back, he saw Yu Xing wasn’t pursuing him at all—she was running toward the turtle-shaped robot.

She was trying to escape. Miao Nianzhen’s gaze shifted to the other side.

In the corner stood a woman in a black track suit—the Level 6 Fire God Chosen who had arrived in Seven Cities just that morning. Miao Nianzhen noticed the Level 6 Saint’s face was ghostly pale, one hand pressed to her chest, clearly injured.

The Level 6 Saint had been wounded in the earlier battle—by Yu Xing...

Miao Nianzhen found it unbelievable. Too many things today had defied comprehension.

The Level 6 Saint stood in the corner, her eyes tracking Yu Xing. When she saw Yu Xing sprinting toward the green turtle robot, she realized her intent to flee.

"Huff..."

Yu Xing felt that gut-wrenching sense of danger again.

She turned and saw a line of fire snaking across the ground, closing in on her at terrifying speed.

Yu Xing’s pupils contracted. Again?!

Without her broomstick, her mobility was severely reduced—there was no way she could outrun this fire snake.

In seconds, the flames coiled around her, exploding into a wall of flames that trapped her inside.

Yu Xing looked up. Through the flames, she saw the Ninja was less than ten meters away.

At this distance, she could easily turn into a wraith and ghost through the flames. But she knew that alone wouldn’t shake off the Level 6 Fire God Chosen.

She’d cling to Yu Xing like a leech. Even if Yu Xing boarded the mech, there was no guarantee the woman wouldn’t just torch it.

The mech’s defenses were strong, but perhaps not as sturdy as the Celestial Serpent Feathered Robe. If even the robe had been reduced to cinders by the Level 6 Fire God Chosen, the mech might not survive either.

Without her broomstick, losing the mech would leave her with no chance of escape with her grandmother.

So she couldn’t just turn into a wraith and flee. She had to stay—and take down the Level 6 Fire God Chosen here for good.

Yu Xing was trapped within a ring of fire, feeling the searing pain of flames scorching her skin. She slowly turned, staring at the encircling flames, trying to catch a glimpse of a pair of eyes within them.

Unfortunately, the person had completely transformed into fire, and Yu Xing couldn’t see any eyes at all.

Without visible eyes, her Broomstick Star Skill was useless. She needed to make the woman reveal her eyes herself...

With that thought, Yu Xing suddenly shrugged off her tattered cloak and charged straight into the fiery wall.

The flames trembled violently, and the pain was so intense that Yu Xing couldn’t even scream. She collapsed heavily to the ground, her left arm and right leg gone—vaporized the instant she touched the flames.

Pain...

So much pain...

She bit down hard enough to draw blood, Yu Xing barely managed to cling to consciousness, fighting to stay conscious from the agony.

Then, she saw the surrounding flames flicker and gather, revealing an expressionless woman in black standing before her. The woman’s eyes held a trace of confusion.

Yu Xing looked at her, at those emotionless eyes, and laughed.

"Hahahahaha..." Yu Xing let out a genuine, hearty laugh.

The woman in black stared at her in bewilderment, and for the first time, Yu Xing heard her voice: "Why are you laughing?"

"Because I remembered something happy," Yu Xing said, as a handful of cultivation pills appeared in her remaining right hand. She downed them in one go.

Under the woman’s watchful gaze, the wounds from lightning strikes, frostbite, and falls rapidly healed. Even the seared stumps of her limbs sprouted new flesh, wrapping around fresh bones, reforming at unbelievable speed.

The woman in black stared at Yu Xing and said, "This isn’t Federation technology."

Of course it wasn’t. These were cultivation pills proudly recommended to Yu Xing by Cultivator A-Yuan in the Immortal Realm, capable of reviving the dead and regrowing flesh. As long as one still had breath, consuming these pills would restore them completely.

Right before the woman’s eyes, Yu Xing regrew her missing limbs. Her clothes were in tatters, her left arm and right leg fully exposed, making her look even more ragged than the infamous "Brother Sharp" (a Chinese internet meme about a famously disheveled homeless man).

With a slight flick of her right hand, a gleaming gold sword inlaid with jewels appeared in her grip.

"Now it's my turn!" Yu Xing shouted, gripping the Sword of the Lake with both hands and swinging it at the woman in black.

In the woman’s eyes, it seemed as if a winged dragon poised to strike was descending upon her. Once again, primordial fear coursed through her.

"Whoosh..."

Her body disintegrated into flames, about to vanish into the air and disappear from Yu Xing’s sight.

But Yu Xing’s grip on the Sword of the Lake was steady, and her swing even steadier. The moment she struck, she knew—this blade would hit its mark. She didn’t even need to open her eyes to see.

The golden blade passed through the faint flames, and Yu Xing thought she heard the roar of a dragon.

"Ah!"

A scream tore through the air as the woman’s body abruptly materialized, crashing to the ground in a heap.

Looking at the woman writhing in pain, Yu Xing felt no surprise at all. She lifted the Sword of the Lake and advanced on her step by step.

As she approached the woman again, Yu Xing sensed something new.

She looked at the woman and no longer felt that hair-raising threat. She knew—from now on, this nameless woman would never be a threat to her again.

So Yu Xing turned away, sword in hand, and ran toward the mech without looking back, silhouetted against the glow of the setting sun.

The woman in black pushed herself upright, watching Yu Xing’s receding figure. She could feel it—that sword had stolen something essential from her. She could no longer turn into flames. She was no longer a Level 6 Saint, just barely even a Level 5 God of Fire Follower now.

Strangely, she felt no sorrow, no anger. Instead, she was released from years of emotional numbness—neither joy nor sorrow, no desires, no wants. The world seemed vibrant again in her eyes.