The Saintess Has A Showdown 488

Chapter 488: The Nether Spring Narcissus’s True Ability

[Do you know… how the Divine Court was defeated?]

Hearing the Nether Spring Narcissus’s question, the Jade Concubine paused.

The events of the mythical era were a distant memory, even the Dark Night Concubine was a relatively new addition to the Seven Concubines. As its daughter, it knew little of ancient history.

However, the Divine Court… it had been defeated by the Azure Spring, hadn’t it?

At this moment, facing Huo Huo Fentian’s intense heat, the black Water Element sheathed its two black blades, tucking them behind its moth wings.

As its wings fluttered, the ink dripping from them thickened, the swirling darkness intensifying.

A few seconds later, the dripping ink formed a pool, then a stream, flowing towards Huo Huo Fentian.

The fiery woman, her body radiating a scorching heat, the nine fiery suns etched into her skin shimmering, a beautiful, infernal glow, stood calmly amidst the flames, seemingly unconcerned, her face serene.

After all, for a being like the Divine Court, what mortal creature could possibly pose a threat?

As the black water reached the edge of the inferno, Huo Huo Fentian casually waved its hand.

A sudden distortion in the spirit energy flow, a chaotic turbulence, made the Jade Concubine’s eyes narrow. It hesitated, then suppressed the urge to intervene.

The Nether Spring Narcissus would protect it.

Just as the Jade Concubine made this decision, a blinding flash of fire filled its vision.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

An explosion, the earth shattering, a wave of scorching flames incinerating everything in its path, the inferno spreading, consuming the surrounding mountains.

At this moment, both Zhirifei, the Weaver of the Sun, watching from afar, and Cang Yan Yuzhu and Nu Yan Huoshan, engaged in their own battles, turned their gazes towards the source of the blast, their faces a mixture of awe and… something else.

The Divine Court, reborn!!!

The fiery red mist, a burning hellfire, its terrifying aura crushing all life before it.

If this weren’t the Black Tide Ancient City, a realm dominated by darkness, they might have even knelt in submission.

“…”
“…”

However, as the flames subsided, the Jade Concubine, protected by a shimmering barrier, stood unharmed.

And before Huo Huo Fentian’s shocked gaze, the black-crowned, moth-winged Water Element, its aura strangely unaffected by the flames or the Divine Court’s presence, approached, stepping on the surface of the black water, ripples spreading outwards.

[It seems you only inherited the Divine Court’s aura and will, not its memories.]

[Otherwise, why wouldn’t you fear me?]

[If you return to Zhirifei now, you might survive until its true form arrives.]

Huo Huo Fentian didn’t reply, its eyes narrowing, a menacing glint in their depths.

Having inherited the Divine Court’s will, chosen and favored by it, it wouldn’t be defeated by any lesser being. It wouldn’t flee, it wouldn’t fear.

As the black Water Element drew closer, its face now inches from Huo Huo Fentian’s, their bodies almost touching, yet separated by their different dimensional levels, unable to truly interact—

This creature’s attack, that pathetic little droplet… it couldn’t even scratch it.

And within this inferno, there was no water spirit energy for it to absorb. The moment it materialized, the battle would be over.

Huo Huo Fentian puffed out its chest, its expression smug, completely unconcerned.

“Phew~~~”

Seeing its opponent’s arrogance, the Nether Spring Narcissus exhaled softly, a black mist, then drew the Shadowlurking Blade from behind its wing and casually twirled it.

Haha, Huo Huo Fentian almost laughed out loud.

Such a weakling, relying on a weapon.

It watched as the black Water Element plunged the blade into its soft flesh, piercing through its body, towards its core.

Clang!

A sharp, metallic sound as the blade touched its core, the sound itself hinting at its incredible hardness.

Undeniably, among spirit beast cores below legendary rank, it was one of the most durable. The Shadowlurking Blade, in its current state, couldn’t possibly break it.

The Nether Spring Narcissus calmly pulled out the blade, then plunged it back in.

The ink-stained tip, piercing through flesh and bone, towards Huo Huo Fentian’s core.

As the blade drew closer, Huo Huo Fentian’s expression remained unchanged, its demeanor arrogant and disdainful.

However, just as the blade was about to touch its core—

Whoosh!!!

Huo Huo Fentian, with a desperate lunge, rolled away, landing several meters away, clutching its chest, its face pale with terror.

A chilling premonition of death washed over it, a brush with oblivion.

If that attack had connected…

A mere Shadowlurking Blade… how could it evoke such fear?

[It’s a shame… you almost died. It seems your instincts saved you.]

[Let me tell you a little secret. Any being whose core I strike twice… dies. This is my hidden ability. Don’t tell anyone, okay?~~~]

“…”
“…”

Hearing the soft whisper beside its ear, the red-haired woman looked up.

At this moment, before her stood not a weak, insignificant Water Element, but a terrifying being, its aura like a raging sea.

Two strikes, certain death. So this was the Nether Spring Narcissus’s true power…?

Seeing the black-crowned Water Element approach, the terrified Huo Huo Fentian turned and fled, transforming into a streak of fire that shot towards the sky, the Divine Court’s glory forgotten.

After all, another hit to its core meant death.

And its death might jeopardize the Divine Court’s revival. That price was too high.

[Running away? Such a pity. You will carry this secret to your grave.]

Watching the streak of fire disappear into the sky, the Nether Spring Narcissus casually extended its hand, a massive, black, watery bow materializing.

The Infinite Nether Bow. It hadn’t used this battle technique in a long time. It wasn’t particularly powerful.

However, combined with its new, two-strike kill ability, the Infinite Nether Bow, its arrows always finding their mark, the target’s core, was a terrifying weapon.

Hearing the bowstring’s twang, a sound like rushing water, Huo Huo Fentian, now far away, felt time slow down, each second an eternity of agonizing dread.

It was so close… Just a moment longer, and Zhirifei, the Weaver of the Sun, would sense its despair, its message delivered…

Whoosh—!!!

A clear, soft sound, like a whisper, like a sigh, and then…

Oblivion.

As a chilling dread washed over Huo Huo Fentian, a black, watery arrow, like a silent whisper, pierced through the fiery sky, extinguishing the flames, plunging the world into darkness.

The Setting Sun Arrow, its first glimpse.