Chapter 387: Two Romantic Half‑Gods?

"We kept co‑authoring for ages."

Feng Qingchen rolled his eyes and said irritably,

"No matter how you put it, you can't deal with that Black Robe Swordsman either."

The God of Reason remained silent, not speaking further.

Feng Qingchen instantly sneered inwardly, thinking that these so‑called deities were indeed just as he suspected.

During his time at the academy, scholars' views on deities were broadly divided into two camps.

The majority of scholars respected and worshipped the deities, believing they possessed the power to create heaven and earth.

Coincidentally, Feng Qingchen belonged to the other side.

He thought deities were merely stronger beings that had evolved from humanity.

If deities truly could solve every problem, why wouldn't the ones they worshiped show their power?

Why didn't they eliminate the Black Tide that plagues the world?

The God of Reason's behavior just now reaffirmed Feng Qingchen's suspicion!

While Feng Qingchen's thoughts churned, Feng Yue Shan was already dueling the Black Robe Swordsman in the air.

The two were respectively the leader of the Savior Heir and the ruler of the Black Tide.

Even saying a half‑sentence would waste each other's time!

Golden threads spread throughout Sheng Cheng, weaving golden cages that descended toward the Black Robe Swordsman.

Feng Qingchen gazed at the countless golden threads and fell silent for a long while.

Feng Yue Shan had served as the Savior Heir's leader for a millennium, hardly ever leaving Tianyu City.

He had always thought Feng Yue Shan usurped the high position merely for personal gain.

She never truly cared about the so‑called salvation; it was just a pretext for her power grab.

But now it seemed that, at least during Feng Yue Shan's tenure, she had accomplished some deeds.

Clang!

The golden threads' resilience and hardness were extreme, and when they met the Black Robe Swordsman's moon‑light slash, a harsh metallic clang rang out.

The Black Robe Swordsman's moon‑light blade was so powerful that in an instant it thrust the golden threads forged by Feng Yue Shan hundreds of meters away!

The golden threads that threatened the Martial King's life were, before the Black Robe Swordsman, no more than slightly tougher paper.

This was Feng Yue Shan's first formal duel with the Black Robe Swordsman.

After all, the Black Robe Swordsman was not a demigod, and Feng Yue Shan had originally assumed she held the home‑field advantage.

Relying on the Golden Weave Grand Array she had set long ago, she was confident she could defeat the invading Black Robe Swordsman.

But the moment they clashed, Feng Yue Shan realized how absurd her earlier speculation had been!

Now, with Sheng Cheng already behind her, Feng Yue Shan could no longer retreat.

A spindle wrapped in golden threads appeared in her hand.

As Feng Yue Shan twirled the spindle, the golden threads shot upward, gathering and entwining the other airborne threads.

Barriers of golden threads formed, blocking the Black Robe Swordsman's blade.

Boom!

The terrifying collision sent a horrific shockwave, hurling countless nearby strongmen backward.

Moreover, some weaker Black Tide Monsters were shattered into fragments by the blast's aftershock.

The Holy City Guards who had been fighting Black Tide Monsters should have perished in the explosion's aftershock.

But Feng Yue Shan diverted some golden threads to shield those Holy City Guards during the duel.

Although the threads couldn't fully protect everyone, at least the Holy City Guards were not killed outright by the blast.

Pale‑faced Holy City Guards were drawn back into Sheng Cheng by the golden threads, watching the god‑like duel in the sky, stunned.

"Lord of Golden Weave never acted before; I never imagined a single move could devastate the heavens."

"Unfortunately, there are also strong ones within the Black Tide; the Black Robe Swordsman's strength rivals that of the Lord of Golden Weave."

"Lord of Golden Weave's over‑concern for the divine‑slaying quest, after a prolonged battle, may not be a match for the Black Robe Swordsman."

The many Holy City Guards watched the aerial duel and began to chatter.

Seeing that, despite his advantage, Feng Yue Shan's resistance was fierce, the Black Robe Swordsman immediately sheathed the Crescent Moon Long Sword.

Everyone present wore a stunned expression at the sight.

"What is the Black Robe Swordsman trying to do?"

Even the Martial Kings on the Black Tide side were completely baffled.

Had the Black Robe Swordsman not boasted, they wouldn't have stood on the Black Tide side to aid the assault on Tianyu City.

Yet his actions seemed as if he had abandoned the plan to attack.

But the next moment, everyone watching the sky battle collectively gasped.

"How could this be possible?"

Sounds of astonishment rose and fell suddenly across the arena.

Regardless of which side they were on, everyone's pupils contracted sharply.

Even Feng Yue Shan, whose expression was like eternal ice and who had always been unflappable, showed a hint of lapse at this moment.

All these changes stemmed from the fact that a spindle also appeared in the Black Robe Swordsman's hand!

The spindle, besides being black and exuding darkness,

was essentially identical to the one in Feng Yue Shan's hand!

The instant the Black Robe Swordsman twirled the spindle, the golden threads that should have attacked him began to turn black as if stained with ink!

The black ink spread rapidly outward.

In the blink of an eye, it covered every golden thread within a hundred meters of the black‑robed swordsman!

Moreover, it showed a strong tendency to spread toward the direction where Feng Yue Shan stood.

"These golden threads—aren't they the ability that the Golden Weave Lord mastered after becoming a Romantic demigod? What exactly is the background of this black‑robed swordsman? How does he know this technique?"

"Could it be that this world can still harbor two Romantic demigods?"

At that moment, the Holy City Guards present all felt their worldview violently shaken.

What they were witnessing now clashed enormously with the knowledge and beliefs they had accepted for so many years.

They dared not and were unwilling to believe that the black‑robed swordsman could possibly be just another human like them!

Moreover, the black‑robed swordsman might, like Feng Yue Shan and others, be a Savior Heir blessed with golden blood and divine favor!

Only because of various reasons, he chose to aid Black Tide in bringing about destruction!

Thinking this, the morale of the Holy City Guards dropped considerably.

They began to doubt whether their long‑standing resolve to protect the city's people still held any meaning.

In the sky, Feng Yue Shan could not divert his attention at all, wielding the golden threads in a tug‑of‑war against the black‑robed swordsman.

Fortunately, Feng Yue Shan has been a Romantic demigod for over a thousand years, and his command of the golden threads far surpasses that of the black‑robed swordsman.

Feng Yue Shan soon seized absolute initiative, manipulating more than seventy percent of the golden threads and eradicating the black threads controlled by the black‑robed swordsman.

But the black‑robed swordsman merely chuckled lightly and withdrew his spinning‑thread hammer.

In a fortress, the most vulnerable part is often its interior.

As long as he plants a seed of doubt in the Holy City Guards' hearts, his goal is already achieved.

Even if he cannot destroy Sheng Cheng today or seize the flames of other deities.

In the future, there will be ample opportunity to exploit.