Chapter 210: I hate being threatened the most in my life

"Are you dead?"

Jing Yuheng gritted her teeth and held on, relying on her last willpower; she needed to see the Wind Spirit Monster General fall before she could fall. The Thunder Strike was her strongest attack; this move exhausted all her true qi, leaving only her strong willpower to sustain her. This breath would soon dissipate.

Smoke and dust cleared, the Wind Spirit Monster General's figure appeared before her eyes; lightning had destroyed his clothes, his body wrapped in feathers, his flesh torn and ragged, with pitted wounds appearing, the blackened wounds crackling with lightning, though little lightning remained.

The Wind Spirit Monster General did not fall; he spread his protective wings, and the howling wind blew Jing Yuheng away.

"Bang."

She slammed hard onto the ground, Jing Yuheng lifted her head, staring at the Wind Spirit Monster General who had not died; inside, she felt utter despair.

The Wind Spirit Monster General was merely wounded, not killed; that shot could not kill him.

Her strongest strike was blocked.

"Pfft."

Jing Yuheng could no longer hold on; a mouthful of blood spurted out, and her last willpower shattered at that moment.

Blood kept gushing out, three consecutive mouthfuls of blood, Jing Yuheng could no longer move.

The spear fell beside her, dim and lusterless.

The Wind Spirit Monster General lifted his head, his resentful eyes fixed on Jing Yuheng; his wing had been torn open, the lightning damaging the wound so it could neither heal nor recover, the lightning stinging his flesh, causing a momentary numbness; after easing his breath, the Wind Spirit Monster General's eyes turned red as he stared fixedly at Jing Yuheng lying on the ground.

His wings spread, countless feathers shooting out, crisscrossing the earth.

"Bang bang bang."

The ground appeared with one deep pit after another; Jing Yuheng's body was also pinned to the earth by feathers, blood staining the ground red.

She could no longer move; the feathers firmly pinned her down.

"Where is the thing?"

The Wind Spirit Monster General stepped forward step by step; he had little time left, and many eyes nearby were watching them.

Those people were waiting for them to both lose, so they could reap the benefits as the "yellow bird" (the opportunist).

He had to obtain the sealed object early to avoid being snatched by those people.

The sealed object must not be known to those people; otherwise they might risk acting upon seeing the treasure. In the human world, it is indeed dangerous; those people want Jing Yuheng dead, and likewise they will not let him leave alive.

Among humans, there are also factions, but toward demons and beasts they are united—a humanity that is deeply contradictory and complex.

Jing Yuheng said nothing, lying prone on the ground, her eyes still fixed on the Wind Spirit Monster General.

Mad and desperate, even at this critical juncture she felt… not a hint of fear.

Truly a crazy woman.

"Cough cough cough."

Jing Yuheng spat out a mouthful of congealed blood and coldly said, "The sealed object contains a supreme treasure; whoever obtains it gains supreme opportunity. Wind Spirit Monster General, you want to become a Demon King through this—impossible."

Her voice was loud, deliberately raised to the maximum.

She wanted everyone to know she had treasure on her, so those people would act.

Treasure moves hearts; Jing Yuheng understood this principle very well.

The Wind Spirit Monster General's expression changed, and he quickly moved to attack.

He wanted to kill this woman, giving her no chance to speak.

In an instant, the Wind Spirit Monster General appeared beside Jing Yuheng, raising his right hand high, transforming it into claws.

"Go die, Jing Yuheng."

Kill her, and cut off her schemes.

"Ah."

A sigh sounded.

The Wind Spirit Monster General's attack ceased.

The next second, the Wind Spirit Monster General's expression changed; he realized he could no longer control his body.

Immediately, a sharp pain surged from his chest, and his whole body was flung backward ten or so meters.

"Bang."

Smoke and dust billowed; Jing Yuheng lifted her head and saw the figure before her.

A strange figure, a man's figure.

She smiled; someone had made a move, after all, not just watching the show.

Along this way, few have acted; this person is the sole one who has acted.

Jing Yuheng's mouth corner split open, blood continuously flowing from it.

But she felt neither sorrow nor despair.

"Ha ha ha."

"Finally someone has acted; after so long, at last someone has acted."

"Among humans, there are still humane people."

She lay prone on the ground, disregarding the pain on her body.

Even if this person acted for the treasure, at least he acted.

She herself had survived.

That was enough.

Too many wanted her dead, and she too had prepared to die.

As a result, someone acted at the crucial moment and saved her.

"Where is the treasure?"

Chen Chuyang finally frowned; he saw something different, sensing a special feeling on this woman.

His body moved naturally.

That feeling flashed by; he knew he couldn't let her die—he guessed she came here because of him.

Fate's guidance?

Or perhaps there is another explanation.

Chen Chuyang had no intention of acting; he had it all planned—wait for the Wind Spirit Monster General to kill Jing Yuheng, let others join the battle, then he would play the fisherman, secretly slay the Wind Spirit Monster General, take all the treasures, and in this way, unbeknownst to gods and unseen by ghosts, no one would know it was his doing.

That way, he could guarantee his safety and continue to remain hidden.

Multiple gains at once.

His identity and strength must not be revealed too quickly.

Now he has no choice but to act; fortunately, he had changed himself beforehand.

Disguise is still necessary.

The formation enveloped the peak, blocking outside scrutiny.

Here, only the three of them could know each other.

「Bastard, who exactly are you? Do you know what you're doing? 」

「This woman is surely doomed; no one can help. 」

「For a woman who is surely going to die, you drag yourself into danger—your family, your clan, your…」

Chen Chuyang gave a cold glance—just a look, a cold look.

The Wind Spirit Monster General's body flew out and slammed hard onto the ground.

「Pfft. 」

Feathers scattered; all the feathers on its wings fell away.

The Wind Spirit Monster General stared at its broken wings, its expression changing.

「Who exactly are you? 」

He climbed to his feet, no longer arrogant; that gaze, that terror—he saw it for the first time.

He had never seen such a cold person, nor such a terrifying human.

「Wind Spirit Monster General, right? As a monster general, you dare to act wildly on my Longshe Shan—you're asking for death. 」

「I don't know why you're here, nor who's behind you, but today you will die. 」

He raised his hand, condensing sword qi at his fingertips.

A blade of sword qi shot forth.

「Pfft. 」

The Wind Spirit Monster General lowered its head; its chest was torn open.

A gap appeared, revealing that the heart's position had already been crushed.

「You…」

The sword qi spread; in less than a breath, his inner body was filled with terrifying sword qi, which frenziedly tore apart his internals—meridians, organs, flesh—all shattered in an instant.

His monster qi was also shaken apart.

「This sword qi? 」

The Wind Spirit Monster General raised its hand, pointing at Chen Chuyang; its body gradually lost vitality.

Chen Chuyang struck again, thrusting his right hand forward, piercing the abdomen and locating the monster pill.

One thrust, one pull—the monster pill was dug out.