The Saintess Has A Showdown 215-216

Chapter 215: This Six-Faced God Can One-Shot Any Kid

Swish, swish, swish—

Within the First Saint Court, a silver blur raced through the palace, covering dozens of kilometers in seconds, heading straight for a distant tower.

The silver, humanoid figure’s passage was marked by sonic booms, the buildings behind it crumbling into dust, its footsteps leaving deep gouges in the ground.

The Six-Faced God’s favorite pastime was crushing those who thought themselves strong, then trampling them underfoot.

If it reached that tower, it would finally meet that Watery Years, wouldn’t it?

It was said that the Watery Years was at the Nether Traverse Stage, while it had only just recovered to the Sixth Full Cycle of the Samsara Stage. A significant difference in terms of cultivation.

But the Six-Faced God had once been a spirit beast of the Sun and Moon Realm. It knew the difference between the Samsara Stage and the Nether Traverse Stage.

And that difference… was negligible before its overwhelming power!

Boom!!!

The Six-Faced God slammed headfirst into the tower, intending to obliterate both the building and the Watery Years within.

Then, something strange happened.

The world around it distorted, blurring, the flow of time disrupted.

Swish!

Standing in a vast, empty space, the Six-Faced God’s charge faltered. Its angry mask stared around in disbelief, its eyes narrowing.

A gruesome scene of carnage, piles of bones and rivers of blood, massive fist prints in the ground… Was this… where it had fallen earlier?

It had almost reached the commander’s territory. How had it returned to its starting point?

“Damn it, I got lost at such a crucial moment!!”

The Six-Faced God, baffled, assuming it had simply taken a wrong turn, charged back into the Saint Court, ignoring the terrified water-type spirit beasts nearby.

Swish!

A few seconds later, it reappeared in the same spot, dumbfounded.

As if those few seconds had been erased, it couldn’t reach the tower no matter how hard it tried.

“Damn it, wrong way again!!”

The Six-Faced God stomped its foot in frustration, casually obliterating a few nearby spirit beasts with its aura, and charged towards the tower again.

This time, its speed and aura intensified, its gaze fixed on the distant tower.

It knew what was happening, but it refused to admit it was being toyed with by an unseen enemy.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!!

The same thing happened again, repeatedly transported back to its starting point.

Two minutes had passed since the other Saintesses began their assault, and the Six-Faced God hadn’t moved a single step.

Its expression hardened, realizing this wasn’t the time for stubbornness, and it turned and ran towards another entrance.

This was the palace guarded by the Second Commander, the Libra Fighting Swallow!

Its initial plan of eliminating the Five Commanders in fifteen seconds, each in three, had been delayed by two minutes. To make up for lost time, it would have to reduce it to five seconds, one second per commander!

With this thought, the Six-Faced God’s mask shifted rapidly, five changes in quick succession, settling on a cold, indifferent expression.

It had six stages of enhancement. Each change in its mask amplified its power.

Each mask granted a different ability, not inherently stronger or weaker. The later the change, the greater the power boost.

Today, it had chosen the indifferent mask as its final form. A violent, overwhelming spirit energy erupted, shattering the surrounding air.

Boom!

It stomped its foot, a powerful burst of energy, like a rocket’s exhaust, propelling it forward, and it charged into the palace.

This time, it encountered no resistance. So it had been that Watery Years…

However, the moment it entered the tower, the scene within made it pause, its brow furrowing.

Although the Second Commander, the Libra Fighting Swallow, was also at the Sixth Full Cycle of the Samsara Stage, it hadn’t considered it a threat, leaving it to He Daoqi of the Gray Citadel.

He Daoqi, possessing both the Swallow God and the Nether Bell Maiden, two Saint-rank spirit beasts, should have easily defeated it.

But less than two minutes after it had changed its target, the Nether Bell Maiden lay in a corner, barely clinging to life, fragments of the Swallow God’s brush scattered around, and He Daoqi, also unconscious, her aura faint.

“?”

The Six-Faced God, confused, turned its gaze towards the figure in the center of the hall.

A graceful, humanoid figure with a swallow’s tail and wings, its front pure white, its back pitch black.

A beautiful woman with long, flowing black hair, its body covered in snow-white fur, its face a mask of cold indifference, mirroring the Six-Faced God’s own expression.

The Libra Fighting Swallow, Second Commander under the Water Element, a Saint-rank, biological, combat-type spirit beast, at the Sixth Full Cycle of the Samsara Stage.

The Six-Faced God, which had considered this a one-second kill, suddenly felt a wave of oppressive pressure.

What was this…

This terrifying aura…?

Only a fellow combat-type could sense the sheer power and refinement of its opponent’s body and technique.

The Six-Faced God’s liquid metal body began to churn. This creature… had actually ignited its fighting spirit!

Its battle lust rekindled, the Six-Faced God forgot all about the Watery Years and the legendary being, its focus now solely on this swallow woman.

Boom!

The next second, the ground cracked, the air shattered.

The silver figure, a blur of motion, its viscous, metallic leg like a frozen piston, its foot a silver crescent moon, unleashed a terrifyingly fast kick towards the Libra Fighting Swallow’s face.

Before the blow even landed, the force of the attack shattered the wall behind the swallow woman, a deafening sonic boom.

And then, it connected!

No, it didn’t…

Just as the Six-Faced God’s leg was about to make contact, the Libra Fighting Swallow shifted slightly, throwing the Six-Faced God off balance.

The world spun as it stumbled and fell, tumbling across the floor for hundreds of meters.

“What… what was that?”

The Six-Faced God, lying amidst the rubble, its eyes narrowed, its face bruised and battered.

That woman… she hadn’t even moved.

Chapter 216: Crushing Defeat

Ten minutes had passed since the Wind Realm’s vanguard infiltrated the First Saint Court, yet they hadn’t made any progress.

The hundreds of thousands of reinforcements that followed were now engaged in a fierce battle against the water-type spirit beasts that had flocked to the Water Element’s banner, the entire First Saint Court a chaotic battlefield, blood and gore everywhere.

Low-rank Water Elements and Ice Spirits were as insignificant as dust here, dozens perishing every second, caught in the crossfire.

Meanwhile, within the palace guarded by the Second Commander, the Libra Fighting Swallow…

The silver, liquid figure, panting, knelt on the ground, staring at the black and white swallow woman in disbelief.

Seven, eight minutes… it hadn’t even touched a single feather, and its opponent hadn’t even moved, hadn’t even attacked.

The Six-Faced God couldn’t help but question whether it had truly reached the Sun and Moon Realm.

Its invincible Sun and Moon Realm power… useless against a Sixth Full Cycle, Samsara Stage, combat-type spirit beast…?

“You were once at the Sun and Moon Realm, weren’t you?”

The Libra Fighting Swallow finally spoke.

Hearing her elegant voice, the Six-Faced God looked up, its expression complex.

The Libra Fighting Swallow, its face still a mask of indifference, continued calmly, “I reached the peak of the Sixth Full Cycle five hundred years ago. If I had chosen to break through, I would be at the Sun and Moon Realm now, just like you.”

“But I gave up that opportunity, and I haven’t regretted it once in the past five hundred years.”

“Why…?” The Six-Faced God’s normally static mask twitched slightly.

“Because when I was young, I happened to participate in the Spirit World Grand Tournament held by the Ten Sacred Domains, and I realized just how insignificant and weak I was, that there were always stronger beings out there.”

“An opponent you can’t defeat at the Samsara Stage, you won’t be able to defeat at the Nether Traverse Stage, or even the Sun and Moon Realm.”

“The limit for us Saint-ranks is the Sun and Moon Realm. Shattering stars, breaking moons, and bringing down the sun are as easy as breathing for us, but what’s the point of reaching that level so easily? Who would be left to fight?”

“Have you ever seen a Saint-rank spirit beast fight a legendary being for ten days and nights? Have you ever seen a Samsara Stage Spirit Master defeat a Sun and Moon Realm expert?”

“The power of the Ten Sacred Domains is far beyond your comprehension.”

“A Saint-rank like you, who reached the Sun and Moon Realm so easily… in the Sacred Domains, you’re nothing but a weed!”

After listening to the Libra Fighting Swallow’s words, the Six-Faced God’s breath hitched, its mask trembling uncontrollably, its emotions in turmoil.

The Spirit World Grand Tournament, held by the Ten Sacred Domains, Saint-ranks battling legendary beings, Samsara Stage fighting Sun and Moon Realm experts?

How absurd, how exciting! It had never even imagined such a thing!

So that was why it couldn’t even touch this creature. The difference in their understanding and experience was vast.

After a moment of silence, a terrifying grin appeared on the silver figure’s face.

“So, if I defeat you, I can also participate in that grand tournament?”

While the Six-Faced God struggled, the other Saintesses’ battles had also concluded.

The palace guarded by the Third Commander was now a flooded ruin, the churning ocean spanning dozens of kilometers, a weak, blue, watery figure floating in the sky, its expression cold and indifferent, like a god.

The wind giant, formed from swirling wind, was trapped in the massive whirlpool, its pained cries echoing, its life force fading.

No matter how much spirit energy the Windchaser Emperor unleashed, it couldn’t affect the ocean.

Meanwhile, the Gloomy Saintess of the Shadowcandle Temple sank deeper and deeper into the endless depths, her eyes vacant, her heart filled with despair.

The Wicked King of the Wind had been instantly killed, and even the Saint-rank Windchaser Emperor was no match for this opponent. The difference in their power was too great.

The battle had been a complete, one-sided slaughter. She hadn’t even had a chance to give any commands. The Windchaser Emperor had been instantly crushed.

In a battle between Saint-rank spirit beasts, the Spirit Master was irrelevant…

This was on a completely different level from the high-rank, Dead Sea Stage spirit beasts she usually fought. This… was a force of nature!

A few minutes later, sensing the Gloomy Saintess’s fading aura, the Variant Water Emperor, its face pale with exhaustion, sighed and dispelled the massive tidal wave, calm returning to the Saint Court.

That had been close. Fortunately, this opponent’s Samsara Stage power was… unusually weak. Otherwise, having just been defeated by the Sorrowful Saintess, it might have actually lost.

The Gloomy Saintess, barely conscious, lay in a pool of water, glancing up at the blue, watery figure in the sky, a wave of despair and helplessness washing over her.

The difference in their power was too vast…

This campaign to subdue the Water Element… it was a fool’s errand!

He Daoqi’s Swallow God and Nether Bell Maiden had been defeated in two minutes, the Six-Faced God was struggling against the Libra Fighting Swallow, and the Windchaser Emperor, despite its best efforts, couldn’t even touch the Variant Water Emperor floating high above.

Meanwhile, the Wicked Garden Saintess of the Blacklight Tower wasn’t faring any better.

The Sleepless Sparrow was relentlessly attacking the Flowing Shadow, the Fourth Commander. Both were at the Third Cycle of the Samsara Stage, their auras and spirit energy levels similar, and the Wicked Garden Saintess also had another support spirit beast assisting.

However, the outcome was unexpected.

The Sleepless Sparrow’s attack, a barrage of purple missiles, exploded, reducing the entire palace to rubble.

But as the dust settled, the Flowing Shadow remained unharmed.

A mysterious, elemental-type spirit beast, the Flowing Shadow was like a cloud of black mist, impervious to all attacks, swaying gently in the wind.

Its life core, brazenly displayed at its center, seemed to be inviting attack.

After ten minutes of relentless bombardment, with no progress and the Sleepless Sparrow’s energy dwindling, the Wicked Garden Saintess grew anxious.

“I wonder if the other Saintesses have defeated their opponents…”

“Could they have… defeated the Water Element already…?”