NOVEL WEB Chapter 712: 680. Are you sure you want to kill me?
The wave of divine golden light surged and spread, with the curvy female silhouette in mid-air rapidly solidifying.
An Ji Saint Shepherd's eerie face lifted slightly; her murky eyes were somewhat dazed, murmuring, "Heather, you've slept long enough, it's time to wake up."
"Buzz——!!!"
As An Ji's words fell, the curvy silhouette abruptly opened her eyes. In her dazzling golden eye sockets, two dark golden crosses twirled.
She suddenly tilted her neck, her jade-white arms spread wide, and as the red glow on her body gathered, it formed a black sleeveless cheongsam with blood rose etchings that wrapped around her delicate body, perfectly accentuating her extreme curves.
However, the next moment, this formed body vaguely began to disintegrate, extremely unstable.
An Ji Saint Shepherd's previously dazed gaze became eerie again as she looked at Xia Feng, lowering her voice with a sinister chuckle, "Heh heh~ indeed, I still need to capture a bloodline sacrifice."
She advanced once more.
"Bang—bang—!"
Two more seals shattered in succession, leaving only three ordinary seals outside the safe house that served to isolate external detection with almost no defensive capability.
An Ji Saint Shepherd completely ignored these three seals and instantly appeared inside the safe house, withered hands clutching Xia Feng's neck, lifting him high.
The expressions of the three women slightly tensed, just about to act simultaneously, but at the same time, Xia Feng's voice echoed in their hearts, "Don't worry, I have a plan."
"Kid, you're very lucky." An Ji's skeletal, grotesque face remained indifferent, she glanced at Xia Feng before applying pressure with her hand.
"Boom!" Xia Feng's head tilted back, his body and head exploded simultaneously, dying on the spot.
His flesh blew apart into a mist of blood. With a casual wave from An Ji, this blood mist flew straight toward Heather in the distance, enveloping her entire frame, merging into her flickering, unstable body.
The formation of the Undying Heroic Spirit requires not only the user's own spiritual base as a sacrifice but also a large quantity of high-rank bloodline blood as an offering.
This blood will construct, forming the body of the Heroic Spirit in the present realm.
An Ji had originally planned to find an opportunity to kill Angel Envoy Leng Xiu, using Leng's blood as an offering, but upon arriving at this place, she unexpectedly discovered that the only man inside the safe house had a bloodline faintly carrying the aura of the Dragon Clan.
Through her investigation methods, she could sense that this person not only had dragon blood but at an unusually high rank.
Uncertain about how high, but definitely far superior to Leng Xiu's bloodline.
A happy surprise.
Thus, she temporarily changed her sacrificial target.
With Xia Feng's blood merging, the shape of the sleeveless cheongsam woman completely stabilized, while countless blood energies slid smoothly along her form, creating a sinister, eerie black thorn mask on her left eye and left forehead.
The top of the mask grew deep black dragon horns, and the pupil in the eye socket below transformed from a dark golden cross to blood-red pinpoints, exuding a fearsome aura!
Blood energy dispersed around her body, slowly descending, landing in front of An Ji Saint Shepherd, her demeanor indifferent.
[Heroic Spirit·Heather·AI Reference Image ↓]
"Sis...." An Ji Saint Shepherd's voice was hoarse, her murky eerie eyes even slightly moist, as she reached out her withered branch-like hand to gently caress Heather's fair cheek.
She had waited for this day for a thousand years.
But—
now is not the time to relax and reunite with her sister!
Looking back at the three women not far away, her gaze turned cold; the fewer people who knew about today's events, the better.
However, Cha Naixue likely knows the whereabouts of the Fourth Spark, which is key for Heather's further prolonged existence in the world.
It's possible to spare Cha Naixue's life.
As for the other two, they can only blame their unfortunate fate!
With An Ji Saint Shepherd's thoughts churning lightly, Heather's head suddenly turned, her terrifying gaze fell on the three women, and the aura of the peak Holy Realm burst forth!
An Ji had sacrificed her spiritual base, making her now no different from an ordinary person, but the resurrected Heather was slightly stronger than her still, killing the two ants before her was effortlessly easy.
Heather's blood-red pinpoint eyes narrowed slightly, preparing to lift her foot.
But in front of the three women, light gathered swiftly, congealing into a male form.
It was the man she had casually killed earlier, leaving An Ji pondering.
She was absolutely certain she had killed him just now.
So it was, resurrection?
Resurrection abilities, while rare, she had naturally encountered such spiritual artifacts over her thousand-year life.
Although such artifacts possess extraordinary abilities, they generally carry strong side effects and severe limitations.
After his resurrection, the man still only had the aura of the Venerate One Realm. So, even though he could revive, it was still useless, he could be slapped to death in one blow.
The cold of death once again enveloped Xia Feng, and he stated bluntly, "I can extend Heather's living time! At least double it!"
"?!"
Upon hearing these words, An Ji's expression tensed slightly, hurriedly stopping Heather, who had already flickered to Xia Feng's side, grabbing his neck.
Once again, Xia Feng found himself with his neck clamped, a helpless expression on his face yet still smiling, "Saint Shepherd, I only have this one life left, if I die this time, it's really the end. Are you sure you want to kill me?"
In fact, when he saw An Ji Saint Shepherd sacrifice all she had to the Divine King Venerate Statue·Undying Heroic Spirit, a counter-strategy leapt into his mind.
Use the Divine King Statue against the Divine King Statue!
If facing An Ji Saint Shepherd, even if he and the three women gave their all, they still wouldn't be her match.
But An Ji Saint Shepherd had crippled her own martial skills, no longer a threat. The only challenge was Heather!
The foundation of Heather's existence stems from the Undying Heroic Spirit, which in turn derives from the Divine King Statue.
Hence, if Xia Feng consumed the Divine Faith Fruit, similarly releasing the Divine King Statue and acquiring the Dragon God Authority, a simple clash of authority and divine positions had a huge potential to crush... absolutely annihilate the Divine King Statue behind An Ji!
—Directly interrupt An Ji Saint Shepherd's resurrection ritual, nullifying her years of effort.
The reason Xia Feng hadn't done so earlier,
Firstly, was because he had just acquired a Divine Faith Fruit with great difficulty, which would only grant him temporary access to Dragon God powers; once used, it was gone, incredibly precious, and he didn't want to waste it just like that.
Secondly, he wanted to draw An Ji Saint Shepherd over. Even if using the Divine King Statue solved the issue with An Ji Saint Shepherd, what about the Angel Envoy outside? Killing An Ji would instead snare him and the three women back into danger, akin to drinking poison to quench thirst.
So, rather than fighting to the death with An Ji using the Divine King Statue, why not sit and negotiate...
After seeing how much An Ji Saint Shepherd valued Heather, Xia Feng understood,
he had bargaining chips and severely advantageous ones at that.
Once successful, not only would An Ji Saint Shepherd have to let him go, she'd have to protect him, beseeching him not to die.
"....."
The gray-robed elder's murky eyes narrowed slightly, not instructing Heather to drop Xia Feng but rather saying menacingly, "Only the Fire Seed can extend the Heroic Spirit's life. So, little boy, do you have a Fire Seed on you?"
"....."
Eh, you really guessed right, I do have a Fire Seed, Xia Feng thought silently, but he certainly wasn't about to hand such an important treasure over to this old hag.
"Saint Shepherd, I naturally do not have a Fire Seed." Xia Feng shook his head, speaking calmly.
"Don't have it?"
Under Heather's black thorn mask, a horrifying wave of blood color rose in her eyes, and the hand gripping his neck lifted him entirely.
"Are you toying with me?" The gray-robed elder's frigid eyes turned cold again.