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Bai Zhi smiled and then selected the deployment unit.
Of course, she didn't choose the top-ranking Four Heavenly Kings, but instead chose Yanqing.
Although Yanqing's points are not as high as the Four Heavenly Kings, they are still a full 150 million. Considering the strength of the Heavenly Soldiers with 1 faith and the Ordinary Heavenly Generals with 5 faith, it should be very high.
It's unclear whether it refers to the strength of 150 heavenly soldiers or something beyond 150.
However, Bai Zhi believed that compared to the Four Heavenly Kings, Hua Huo might be better able to handle Yan Qing's strength.
At the very least, with Yanqing's help, Hanabi should be able to bring Gudako and Mashu out; the Masked Fool should be quite good at this.
After all, if the person who's going to have fun doesn't run away fast enough, they might end up being the one who has to have fun.
"I wonder just how powerful Yanqing will be with 150 million followers~"
Golden faith power began to surge, then descended below the statue, slowly taking the shape of a young boy.
Chapter 808 Yanqing's Battle
"Master, watch out ahead!"
Upon seeing this scene, Siegfried immediately placed Balmong in front of him, watching Yanqing warily as the faint light of faith on her body had not yet dissipated.
The boy opened his eyes, and his sharp gaze fixed on Siegfried, who was holding Balmonga, in a mere instant.
As the cold wind swept across the ground, carrying snowflakes, and the dragon slayer's sword fell, seven frost rings of ice crystals bloomed on the soles of his boots.
Is it ice?
Siegfried lightly shook Balmonge, and the ice shards shattered by the tip of his sword refracted colorful halos under the moonlight.
Siegfried frowned slightly and stretched out his right hand to block the way. "Master, please step back. This person looks very dangerous!"
As a historically renowned dragon slayer, Siegfried's combat skills were undoubtedly up to par.
The moment he saw Yanqing, he felt a threatening sense of unease, as if he were sitting on pins and needles.
This is absolutely incomparable to the previous heavenly soldiers and generals, who, although numerous, were not so threatening.
Even though those heavenly soldiers looked tall and strong, he was confident that he could handle them on his own even without Fireworks' help. At most, he would suffer some minor injuries that he could recover from in a short time.
"Can we talk...?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to say something, but suddenly, a hand covered her mouth and then silently dragged her back a long distance.
"Uh huh"
The girl struggled for a moment, but then saw the figure of fireworks suddenly appear in the previously empty air.
"Little Orange Hair, don't even think about trying to persuade that kid over there with words. Although he looks small, he is a determined Immortal Ship Cloud Rider. If you go up to negotiate, the most likely thing you'll do is get stabbed to death by him."
"Oh dear, you can't die! If you die, I won't be able to have any fun with that little dragon man anymore!"
Hanabi reached out and gently flicked Fujimaru Ritsuka's forehead. "This isn't the time for the talk-no-talk protagonist~"
"People from the Immortal Ship won't fall for Edo Star's light novel tricks."
"Thank you, Ms. Hanabi!"
Mashu, carrying her shield, ran to Fujimaru Ritsuka's side, looking at Hanabi with gratitude.
"I am Siegfried, the dragon slayer. Young man, state your name!"
Siegfried leaned on Balmong with both hands and looked at Yanqing seriously.
Upon hearing the name "Dragon Slayer," Yanqing's eyes immediately flashed with intense fighting spirit.
"I am Yan Qing, the valiant warrior of the Immortal Ship Cloud Cavalry."
The young man in the green robe touched the floating ice shards with his toes, and twelve frost swords swirled in a circle behind him.
"Please enlighten me!"
The moment the last syllable exploded, all the ice blades transformed into azure meteors, hurtling towards Sieg.
"boom!"
Balmong swept out a fan-shaped wave of fire, and the scorching flames and exploding ice crystals intertwined in mid-air to form a red and blue star web.
Siegfried suddenly pressed his left shoulder blade—three inches of thin ice had somehow pierced through his armor and was spreading along his blood vessels toward his heart.
Power surged in Yan Qing's eyes as the young swordsman swooped down, stepping on shattered ice spikes. The sound of his sword caused a large area of the surrounding land to turn into a frozen wasteland.
Siegfried's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, and Balmunk's sword hilt suddenly burst forth with high-temperature steam.
"This is—a return gift from the dragon slayer!"
"Little tricks!"
Yanqing flipped over, and the flying sword burst forth with a huge cold current.
The moment the fallen pillar of light from the Heavenly Demon collided with the ice tornado, the dividing line between ice and flames carved a ravine hundreds of meters deep into the land.
When the smoke and dust cleared, only the broken sword stuck diagonally in the frozen soil remained, its humming incessant, and two sets of footprints extending in opposite directions were being gently covered by the new snow.
Siegfried's half-step retreat was magnified by the ice into a fatal flaw. As the seventh frost sword grazed his Adam's apple, he finally saw the mystery of those floating ice shards—each sword mark was quietly constructing an ice barrier.
The young swordsman's figure shattered into nine afterimages as it was refracted by the ice mirror. The tip of his sword touched the weak point of Balmong, just three inches above it. With a piercing metallic clang, the dragon-slaying knight was forced to kneel on one knee for the first time.
The shattered ice climbed along the patterns on the armor, condensing the heat emanating from the treasure into white frost.
"To provide support."
With this short command, seventy-two ice blades suddenly swooped down from the clouds, weaving a constantly shrinking sword cage around Siegfried. Every time Balmong shattered one, more ice shards pierced out from the frozen ground, and the sound of the swords gradually merged into a soul-stirring chant.
Yanqing's figure suddenly appeared at the top of the sword cage, and the sword move that was hanging down carried the force of a thousand pounds.
The moment Siegfried parried with his sword, the boy made a sword gesture with his left hand, and all the shattered ice crystals suddenly coalesced into chains that bound the blade.
The moment the chill seeped into his bones, Siegfried's pupils contracted sharply.
He saw the ice wheel appearing behind the boy, slowly turning, with unfamiliar characters engraved on each sword.
When the sword pierced through the triple ice barrier and pressed against his heart, Balmong's mournful cry finally echoed across the wasteland.
"A decent opponent, but your strength is still too weak."
The young man swung his sword, quite regretting that this man who called himself the Dragon Slayer was not weak in skill, but his strength was far too weak.
Superior skill is insufficient to bridge the vast gap in strength.
Siegfried opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his entire body instantly turned into fragments and disappeared from the spot.
"wrong!"
Yan Qing keenly sensed the abnormality. Although Siegfried appeared to have been killed by him, it did not feel real to him.
It seems like something fake anyway.
As the moon rose, it illuminated the frozen battlefield in a stark white light. Yanqing's toes skimmed across the ice, stirring up fine dust, and six flying swords hovered like frost wheels.
The boy held a single sword.
"Sneaky, come out!"
Before the words were finished, three points of cold light pierced through the frost and mist—a crimson folding fan unfolded in the air, and fireworks appeared from the void, stepping on streams of flame. With the crisp sound of golden bells, they shredded the ice blades into a sky full of snowflakes.
"The young general's sword is much more interesting than those old relics of the Cloud Cavalry!"
A silvery laugh came from beneath the mask, and a ghostly blue flame ignited at the girl's fingertips, instantly tearing through the cold curtain with hundreds of fire meteors.
Yanqing's pupils contracted sharply, and a dragon's roar suddenly rose from the depths of the sword box. Where the green blade passed, an ice wall rose from the ground and into the sky, sealing all the blazing flames into a prism-like ice crystal cage.
The shattered ice reflected seventeen illusions, each firework wielding a different type of flame weapon as it closed in.
The ice surface suddenly exploded with spiderweb-like cracks, and the young swordsman transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the true form in the center. However, the sword's edge pierced through nothingness when it touched the red silk.
You guessed wrong!
Warm breaths mingled with the scent of fireworks in her ear. Yanqing's backhand slash was blocked by two burning wakizashi. Hanabi's upside-down figure resembled a butterfly emerging from the flames.
Suddenly, Frostblade burst forth with thousands of ice shards, forcing Fireworks to retreat three steps. Yanqing wiped the bloodstain between his brows with his sword finger, and six flying swords formed the Ice Soul Sword Formation: "This move is enough to break your mere illusion!"
Chapter 809 What's wrong with me, a noble dragon, liking to cuddle?
"is it?"
The moment the sword touched those eerie blue flames, the entire ice field reflected hundreds of sparks.
The girl lightly touched Yanqing's wrist armor with her fingertips, and the battlefield covered in ice and snow suddenly spun and twisted like a kaleidoscope.
"The little general is closing his eyes too slowly!"
A soft chuckle reached his ears, and Yanqing suddenly leaned back. The sword tip, which was originally aimed at his heart, pierced through the falling confetti instead—the confetti ignited upon landing, exploding into seven rings of fire that trapped him in a small space.
Fireworks appeared beside Yanqing at some point, her bare feet adorned with bells peeking out from under her skirt, playfully teasing the boy.
"The little guy's face is all red with anger!"
Before she finished speaking, six flying swords suddenly shot out from beneath her, but only managed to shatter a string of golden bell phantoms.
Its true form had already leaped into the air, and the flying sword reflected a ghostly face with fireworks sticking out its tongue.
"break!"
Yan Qing spun around, shattering the sudden phantom attacks. The sword formation took flight, nimbly annihilating those suspicious targets.
"Mere illusions cannot disturb my mind!"
Yanqing propelled his flying sword, hurtling towards Huahuo with lightning speed.
It struck Hanabi's chest in an instant.
"You hit me... Yeah, right!"
"Damn it, those underhanded tricks, hiding their true colors and cowardly ways, don't they dare to fight me head-on!"
"Hehe, I'm just a weak woman, unlike you, young general."
Yan Qing frowned. Amidst the rising and falling laughter, the Frost Blade cleaved through thirty-six illusory images in succession.
But the true form of the fireworks arrived silently, and flames instantly swept over.
The boy ran his fingers along the sword, sending a chill through the air.
The firework cried out in alarm as it was cut in half—the broken shell transformed into a firework tube that exploded into the sky, revealing a mocking grimace made of sparks amidst the shower of sparks.
"I wonder if General Jingyuan taught you this..."
A sweet, cloying voice crept up his spine, and Hanabi's body emerged from the flames, her icy fingers loosely encircling the boy's neck.
"Battles aren't always fought on a fair and square basis..."
She suddenly screamed and jumped away.
Because a powerful aura was gathering above their heads.
"They taught me how to lure the enemy."
"The bells on Yanqing's sword tassel suddenly rang, and at the same time, a towering sword pillar rose up. Huahuo jumped and dodged the intertwined ice shards, but half of her skirt was frozen, pulling her to the spot."
"The Milky Way spills out dreams!"
A massive, chilling sword blade appeared in the sky, like a punishment cast down upon the mortal realm by an immortal.
"Oh no, I'm going to die, can I take a picture before I die?"
After saying that, Hua Huo surprisingly pulled out a camera with a smile at this critical moment: "Cheese!"
In the deafening burst of light, Yanqing's killing move pierced through the illusion of someone posing for a selfie, while his real body had already turned into streaks of fire and vanished without a trace.
"Little brother, try again next time!"
The embers coalesced into a silhouette of a girl waving goodbye.
Yanqing paused for a moment, and half a charred mask drifted down from the smoke of the sword shattering the mask.
Having watched the entire process, Bai Zhi was unconcerned about the outcome.
Hanabi was able to escape with her people in the end, as she was skilled in illusion and escape. In the PV, she could even create illusions to buy time for Yomi before he drew his sword.
Although Yanqing is not weak, and Hanabi probably couldn't beat him in a head-on fight, Yanqing is only good at direct combat. He would find it difficult to break through Hanabi's illusions in a short time.
"But even with 150 million faith, he's not Yanqing at his full potential..."