Chapter 4876 Fairy Retribution's True Strength
Chapter 4876 Fairy Retribution's True Strength
The sword came for Davis's neck.
However, Davis ducked and slithered towards her lower body, his movement strange and flexible like he was a serpent. He struck with his palm shaped like a sword, intending to pierce through her dantian.
"Break!"
Abruptly, Fairy Retribution yelled out, causing Davis to be suddenly thrown out of balance as he was sent flying.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the hood came off, revealing his crimson hair, but he was masked. The mask was a black-crimson mask of a malevolent dragon. The set of razor-sharp teeth covering the mouth was open, revealing his lips, which moved.
"Who dares to block me from reaching my target? Don't blame me if I kill you along with her accidentally- what?"
Fairy Retribution opened her eyes as she held her sword straight in front of her. She suddenly lost all her undulations, only for her aura to eclipse the heaven and earth as it soared before her undulations exploded, encompassing Davis's figure like a spiraling tidal wave.
Her figure moved.
"Retribution Sword Art, Third Form: Law-Splitting Descent of Retribution!"
In Davis's eyes, the world felt as though it collapsed with her dash.
The spiraling tidal wave of sword light descended. Lines of golden-white retribution sword intent crossed heaven and earth, intersecting at impossible angles. Space itself was carved into neat, merciless segments that repeatedly struck the same point again and again, causing anything within its line to be ripped apart.
*Chi-chi-chi-chi-!*
G'haren Bloodrain was cut into thousands of pieces. He was sliced and diced like he was meat kept for cooking. Equal-size cubes formed in mid-air, each no larger than a fist. Every cube contained flesh, bone, blood, meridians, even fragments of soul aura, all severed with such precision that not a single drop of blood splashed outward.
For a single breath, silence reigned before blood finally splashed, staining the floor, and the cubes of flesh fell.
Fairy Retribution hovered in mid-air, the cold air enhancing her breath into a steam while her golden sword still hummed over the aftermath of the Law-Splitting Descent of Retribution as though it hadn't had enough. Her expression was cold and composed as though what she had done didn't warrant any victory cheer.
For all she knew- this assassin in front of her was an anomaly that she needed to get rid of, feeling greatly uncomfortable as she couldn't read the assassin's emotions at all.
"… Her prowess is twelve levels higher… in the Autarch Stage…?"
Jiayi Crystalveil's golden eyes were wide with astonishment. She wasn't completely shocked, since she wrote a letter to herself warning her not to mess with Fairy Retribution. However, she didn't think she would be this powerful.
This meant that when Fairy Retribution was a Sovereign, her prowess might've been thirteen or fourteen levels higher, nearly matching that of the Divine Emperor of Death's wives.
Davis's soul body also blinked as he watched G'haren Bloodrain become a mincemeat. His brows were wide with shock.
'Incredible… who is she? Had she been intentionally suppressing her prowess to nine levels? She suddenly broke whatever seal she had in place and revealed a prowess that was twelve levels higher… what's going on? Without the Gilded Realm Ascendant Pills, my wives would be hard-pressed to match their combat prowess. After all, the technique she released just now reached the peak of fourteen levels higher…'
"…? Davis narrowed his eyes.
Abruptly, someone landed near him again, making him feel deja vu.
But clearly, this figure was aware of his presence.
"Fellow rooftop enjoyer, here to sightsee or assassinate?"
"…" Davis's brows twitched.
He turned to look to the side and saw a white-robed middle-aged man with a white beard smile as he kept his gaze to the front. He stroked his beard as though he couldn't be anymore old, causing Davis to chortle.
"Maybe to assassinate. What are you going to do about it?"
"Tsk tsk." The white-robed man clicked his tongue in the same manner, "I don't think I can eliminate you since you're just a soul body and finding your true body would be a drag. Why don't we just watch our Young Miss? Isn't she practically heavenly? Among the supreme geniuses in the Greater Realm, she would be in the top ten without any doubt."
"That strong?" Davis sucked in a cold breath purposefully, "Why haven't I heard of her before? Which great family or sect has nurtured her?"
The white-robed man abruptly looked taken aback before he gazed at Davis, his gaze scanning.
"Why do you bother to disguise yourself as the Divine Emperor of Death, though?"
'This is my true looks, old fart…' Davis blinked as his heart shook, but said, "I idolize him."
"Hmm, makes sense." The white-robed man looked away and nodded as he stroked his beard, as though he understood.
"But it seems like the battle is over, so I'll send you off now."
He raised his hand, but Davis's lips curled as he returned his gaze to the battle.
"That's not necessarily the case…"
"Hmm?"
The white-robed man noticed the flesh cubes quivering.
Each cube softened at the edges, corners rounding, surfaces liquefying into thick, luminous crimson fluid. Blood did not drip from them anymore but flowed out with intent. The fragments were drawn toward one another, not chaotically, but as though responding to a single sovereign… Will.
The cubes collapsed into streams, the streams merged into tides, and the tides spiraled inward.
In less than a heartbeat, a humanoid silhouette reformed in mid-air.
Bones knit themselves together with a dull crack, meridians reconnected like living threads, and skin flowed over muscle as though poured from a mold. Instantly, a half-naked man stood there whole.
Not a scratch remained on his porcelain body that shone with a healthy red hue.
G'haren Bloodrain rolled his neck once, crimson hair fluttering as if untouched by the catastrophe that had just occurred. His devilishly handsome middle-aged face was exposed, but he calmly reached down and took the broken black-crimson dragon mask and put it over his face.
"…That was unpleasant."
"…"
Fairy Retribution's breath hitched.
Her pupils shrank to pinpoints as a chill colder than death climbed up her spine.
"That's impossible…" she whispered, "Even regenerative physiques require a core… like a dantian… a soul essence anchor, but I made sure to cleave them both…"
G'haren Bloodrain flexed his muscles. Crimson blood patterns crawled across his arms, glowing faintly now, no longer defensive but exultant, as though awakened by violence. He could tell that his Blood Tempest Physique had just reached Peak-Level Autarch Grade at the moment because of the violence forced upon him by her retribution sword.
During that moment, he infused all his insights into the Blood Tempest Physique to create himself anew. Initially, his prowess was only four levels higher, but with his comprehension of Blood Laws alone that had reached the level of Quintessence, he raised that prowess to six levels higher, but now with the improvement of the physique, he raised G'haren Bloodrain's Blood Tempest Physique's prowess from Low-Level to Peak-Level instantly, causing a jump of two levels to occur.
Hence, his prowess was now eight levels higher.
It couldn't compare to this Young Miss before him, but with his cultivation level being higher at the Level Five Autarch Stage, he could tell that they were evenly matched.
He looked at his palm, feeling that he could increase his insights more as long as he continued to improve his physique, with how he regenerated like he was the Blood Realm Calamity itself.
'Incredible… the Blood Tempest Physique is like almost having the Grand Chaos Crimson Body Technique active at all times…'
He felt this physique was not to be underestimated at all as he raised his head to gaze at Fairy Retribution.
"Sword Fairy, you have my utmost respect for forcing me to this degree, so name yourself before I kill you." G'haren Bloodrain asked as he raised his hand and pointed at her, his crimson eyes gleaming with great interest.