Chapter 389: Half‑God of Schemes

Puff!

Under Zi Ling's worried gaze, Feng Yue Shan spat out another mouthful of refined blood.

The golden‑spun thread hammer in her hand had been almost entirely consumed.

"I... did my best."

Feng Yue Shan exhaled a puff of foul qi, her complexion paling beyond measure.

This was Zi Ling's first time seeing the word "withered" applied to anyone other than the old man.

"I'll rest for a while; from now on, it's up to you all."

All the golden threads that Feng Yue Shan had meticulously arranged over the past millennium throughout the vast Sheng Cheng were used by her to block the dazzling light slashed by the Black Robe Swordsman.

Although nearly all the golden threads have been exhausted, at least the dazzling light has been kept at bay.

Feng Yue Shan is utterly exhausted; even now she remains a Savior Heir.

But even a slightly stronger Black Stone Golem could threaten her life.

Feng Yue Shan can no longer intervene in the upcoming battle.

Though her heart is full of worry, she can only place her hope in the others.

The Holy City Guards stared at each other, yet made no move.

Many among them were still reeling from the Black Robe Swordsman's previously displayed power!

Although they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they knew how much effort Lord Jin Zhi had poured into weaving the city‑wide Jin Zhi Great Formation to protect Sheng Cheng.

Yet such a precise formation...

... was easily torn apart in the Black Robe Swordsman's hands, as if it were made of paper!

The dazzling light the Black Robe Swordsman slashed was also neutralized.

But which is superior remains obvious!

Moreover, the Black Robe Swordsman and Feng Yue Shan share the same Jin Zhi technique, causing them to question their very existence.

In the crowd, they watched as the others were on the brink of losing morale.

A slightly aged Holy City Guard suddenly stepped forward, raising his arm and shouting,

"Everyone, snap out of it!"

Hearing the roar, countless Holy City Guards turned toward its source.

The elderly guard clutched a long halberd, his hand trembling uncontrollably.

At his advanced age, when had he ever witnessed countless gazes converging upon him like this?

Yet driven by his inner resolve, he shouted with a trembling voice,

"Lord Jin Zhi's efforts for our Sheng Cheng are evident to all!"

"Even though the Black Robe Swordsman possesses terrifying abilities, he is ultimately our enemy!"

"Now that Lord Jin Zhi is wounded, Bai Ce and Xiao Wan Di are not within Sheng Cheng; we must assume the duties of Holy City Guards!"

"If we lay down our weapons, the only outcome is certain death!"

"Only by resisting can we earn a chance to survive!"

"Behind us are our families, the countless lights of ten thousand homes!"

"If we retreat, not only we but also our relatives and friends will be buried by Black Tide's onslaught!"

The elderly guard's words were not lofty or grandiose.

Yet this plain, unadorned speech moved the other Holy City Guards the most!

That's right, even if this black-robed swordsman possessed the same abilities as Lord Jinzhi, what could he do?

"Lord Jin Zhi stands firmly by our side; if she chooses self‑preservation, where in the world could she not go? Wherever she goes, Lord Jin Zhi will remain supreme!"

"Even the Black Robe Swordsman has no way to deal with her."

"But Lord Jin Zhi did not flee; she steadfastly guarded us, how could we abandon her now?"

Countless Holy City Guards, amid back‑and‑forth shouts, each grabbed their weapons and charged toward the Black Tide army spilling out of the city.

Though the Holy City Guards were numerous, they were like minnows before the tide‑like Black Tide Monsters.

The Martial Kings on Sheng Cheng's side also entered the fray, yet still could not halt Black Tide's assault!

The clashing rang across the heavens, and cries of agony rose and fell.

But behind them were countless Sheng Cheng citizens; even if these guards fell in battle, they would not retreat a step.

The streets of Sheng Cheng looked as if someone had splashed dye onto the ground.

【48】 Every lane was stained crimson with blood!

"Indeed, even if the Black Robe Swordsman has the same abilities as Lord Jin Zhi, what does that change?"

The city of Sheng Cheng, which had enjoyed peace for a thousand years, finally became a battlefield this day.

The champions on both sides clashed swords, and only one person stood alone, with almost no enemy nearby.

It was Zi Ling!

Zi Ling's death butterflies and aura swirled around, and anyone within dozens of meters would instantly collapse!

The Martial Emperors on Black Tide's side bristled at Zi Ling's appearance, instantly shifting the battlefield.

They only wanted to reap benefits from the Black Robe Swordsman.

But they never intended to risk their lives for it!

At that moment, a slightly flippant voice rang out across the street.

"Didn't expect it, huh? I was only gone for a few years, and the Holy City has become this mess."

Hearing the familiar voice, Feng Yue Shan, who had been on edge, let out a slight sigh of relief,

"Feng Xi, you finally returned."

Before Feng Yue Shan could finish speaking, a woman clad in a tight‑fitting outfit that accentuated her curvaceous figure appeared before her.

That woman's legs were so long they seemed capable of squeezing a person to death!

She stood there, tossing a gold coin in her hand, and said lightly,

Feng Yue Shan, you fellow are really not up to the job.

Before I left, that vibrant scene of life bursting forth, with all things competing to grow, was still vivid before my eyes—how did it come to this, that Sheng Cheng has fallen into such ruin?

Feng Xi reached out her hand, pointing at the distant battlefield,

Just these Black Tide, and they can break into Sheng Cheng?

This is a long story, Feng Xi—don't just stand there, get moving!

Feng Yue Shan hurriedly urged.

Feng Xi flicked the coin in her hand leisurely, speaking unhurriedly,

Say it first: after solving today's problem, I want half of your stash accumulated over a thousand years!

Among the Holy City Guards, a few remained tasked with protecting Feng Yue Shan's safety.

Hearing Feng Xi's lion-sized demand, they were stunned speechless.

As a leader of the Savior Heir, Feng Yue Shan is also one of the highest echelons of power in Sheng Cheng.

Her savings over a thousand years must be an astronomical figure!

Both are Savior Heirs, both are demigods.

Feng Xi not taking the initiative to resist the Black Tide against Sheng Cheng already falls far short of other Savior Heirs.

At this moment, their looting amid the fire is even more despicable to these Holy City Guards!

Yet what surprised them was that Feng Yue Shan agreed without any hesitation.

I agree with you—hurry up and act!

Feng Yue Shan urged anxiously, fearing that if Feng Xi delayed even a moment, more Holy City Guards would die!