The woman's gaze was sharp. Wang Yun had only two chances left to resurrect. Wang Yun felt the sensation of death. Before this woman, he was utterly powerless. A single glance had plunged him into a fatal predicament. Wang Yun didn't want to die. He had painstakingly regained his life and obtained immense power, and he wasn't ready to perish here, right before he could dominate the world. Wang Yun suddenly thought of something and shouted at the sky, "Great one, save me, save me!"
Wang Yun's desperate roar echoed. A unique aura, identical to the woman's, emanated from his entire being. His eyes flickered erratically, and he seemed possessed, as if something had taken over his body. Wang Yun's demeanor changed abruptly, even his tone of voice shifted slightly. "Useless! You can't even handle this simple matter. Do I still need to act personally?"
At this moment, Wang Yun was no longer himself; he had been possessed. The woman, sensing the aura radiating from Wang Yun, looked sorrowful and self-reproaching. "You truly hate me now, don't you?"
"Hate you? How could I not hate you? You are the one who sealed me away with your own hands. You are the one who suppressed me for countless epochs. How could I not hate you? You clearly knew my nature."
Wang Yun spoke through gritted teeth, as if he knew the woman intimately. Chen Tian, watching all this, realized his suspicions were correct. The entity behind Wang Yun was a being from the same world as his reincarnation, one who had survived through many cycles. If Chen Tian were to confront him directly, he would be no match. Thankfully, his reincarnation body had awakened, perhaps due to the other party's actions.
Chen Tian had previously asked the system. Under normal circumstances, the reincarnation body would not awaken with its own consciousness. It seemed that Chen Tian's current reincarnation was fated to settle an old score with this entity. However, Chen Tian was curious about the situation. Judging by their exchange, they seemed to be long-time acquaintances. Yet, why did this entity harbor such hatred towards this current incarnation? Being suppressed for epochs—was there a hidden secret?
"There is no point in us exchanging more words. You are no longer a guardian; you are a demon. I will execute my justice."
The woman's expression was cold, her voice devoid of emotion. Having cultivated the Eight Heavens of Ruthless Cultivation, she had long severed all her feelings. If anyone violated her sense of justice, she would move to suppress and eliminate them. This was her unwavering conviction.
Wang Yun laughed heartily. "Justice? What is justice? If it weren't for humanity's covetous designs upon my offspring, would I have brought about such a situation?"
"So-called justice is merely the strong justifying themselves. Justice never existed. In this world, only greed and self-interest remain."
"Very well. It has been several epochs since we last crossed swords. Let me see how much your strength has deteriorated."
Wang Yun's body underwent a transformation. His arms resembled tiger claws, with sharp blades extending from his fingertips. Eight black lances emerged from his back, curving and coiling. His body was covered in silver-black armor. Wang Yun was fully armed.
Facing Chen Tian's current reincarnation, Wang Yun was acutely aware of the woman's strength, having fought alongside her for an entire epoch. He hated her, yet he blamed her for everything that went wrong, even though she had personally suppressed and sealed him.
The woman's face was serene, her eyes clear. Their gazes collided, and the surrounding space erupted in continuous explosions. Their auras clashed. This pocket dimension, specially created, was incredibly resilient; even the shockwaves from their conflict caused not the slightest damage.
Wang Yun took a step forward, and his figure flashed. In the next instant, he appeared behind the woman and swung a claw, unleashing a terrifying power that seemed to shatter the heavens, filled with rage. The woman calmly extended her palm and flicked her hand backward. Both figures retreated several steps. The woman took one step back, while Wang Yun staggered back three.
Wang Yun stated indifferently, "It seems your strength hasn't fully recovered. Even dealing with this possessed body of mine is proving so strenuous for you. Just wait until I break through the seal. Then, it will be your demise."
"No, you will not have the chance. I will not allow you to break the seal. Our grievances will end here."
The woman's face was expressionless. Having forgotten all emotions, she knew nothing of feelings. It was precisely because of this that she always stood on the side of justice, even to the point of suppressing and sealing her own partner. It was true that humanity had erred in the past, but they did not deserve the punishment he inflicted. Unable to bear it, she had no choice but to suppress him. She hadn't expected him to still harbor resentment and hate her for her decision.
A cerulean longsword appeared in the woman's hand. It was three feet long, entwined with gentle breezes and the vastness of the sea. The sword's appearance elevated the woman's aura and presence to an even greater height, making her seem like an ethereal fairy, more noble than any fairy. Seeing the woman draw her weapon, Wang Yun's expression grew grave. As former partners, they both understood the weapon's power. This was the true reason for Wang Yun's solemnity.
Wang Yun's claws were sharp, and a light enveloped them, increasing their hardness a hundredfold. His current claws could withstand the longsword without issue. Both Wang Yun and the woman moved simultaneously. Their figures appeared to remain in place, but in that instant, they had exchanged tens of thousands of blows. In the next second, explosions lasting over ten seconds erupted. Their figures vanished, clashing within the flow of time, imperceptible to the naked eye.
When the woman and Wang Yun reappeared, Wang Yun's arms bore several sword marks. The woman stood before him, completely unharmed, her expression serene. Wang Yun looked at her, completely unscathed, and realized she was still superior. Her understanding of him far surpassed his understanding of her. She knew his combat style and habits intimately. Moreover, her fighting style in this battle was different from before; he couldn't fight her as he used to.
As Chen Tian's reincarnation, the woman possessed Chen Tian's body and naturally inherited his combat experience, along with the battle memories of other reincarnations. Facing Wang Yun, her most familiar partner, the woman could not fight in a way he expected; otherwise, there would be no decisive outcome. Coupled with her incomplete recovery, dealing with a mere possessed body was already difficult, let alone his true form.
The Wang Yun before them was a possessed state infused with a sliver of his aura. His strength was likely only three percent of his true form's power, as it was merely an aura; his true form remained suppressed and could not possibly be present.
However, the woman still found it difficult to cope. The woman raised her longsword high and unleashed a move. This action made Wang Yun's face contort in confusion, as he had never known her to possess such a technique.
"Could it be..."
As a being who had survived for epochs, he instantly understood her current state, and his expression turned grim. If that were the case, this possessed aura of his was truly no match for her. His understanding of her was completely useless.
Her fighting style and methods were entirely different from what he knew. The moves she was now employing were also unknown to him. It would be difficult for him to win.
The earth-shattering sword strike descended slowly. Wang Yun abandoned resistance, realizing further combat was meaningless. He would only settle accounts once his true form broke free from its seal.
Wang Yun's body, along with his very essence, was annihilated by the sword strike.
The woman sheathed her sword, which transformed into a beam of light and flowed back into her arm. The space slowly shattered, and the woman reappeared on the arena. Looking at the paused surroundings, she murmured, "Meddlesome fellow. Instead of doing this, you should be thinking about what to do over there."
"Hehehehe!"
"Cold sister, I heard that! You were speaking ill of your little sister behind my back."
Chen Xue's voice echoed as she appeared behind Leng Qingxue. Leng Qingxue looked at Chen Xue's belly and teased, "Several epochs have passed, and you still haven't changed."
"Alright, chatting with Cold sister is so dull; it's so cold and indifferent."
"Speak quickly if you have something to say. I know you wouldn't come here just to see me."
"You understand me best, sister!"
Chen Xue said with a cheerful grin.