Chapter 391: Zi Ling's Despair

Feng Yue Shan, you fellow, what kind of enemy have you provoked?!

Feng Xi came to Feng Yue Shan's side with lingering fear, patting her own chest.

Amidst the surging waves, Feng Xi gasped heavily, reaching out a hand to Feng Yue Shan.

This time I failed to complete the mission, so I won't ask you for half of the supplies.

But I saved so many people; how much should I give? You decide.

Feng Xi did not choose to make a lion's demand, but let Feng Yue Shan decide.

She knew that, given Feng Yue Shan's regard for Sheng Cheng, the lives of these Holy City Guards were worth far more than a thousand gold in his eyes.

Feng Yue Shan will surely offer a price that satisfies her!

Feng Yue Shan knows Feng Xi's character of valuing wealth as life.

As long as greater profit can be gained, even taking a little risk is absolutely worthwhile for Feng Xi!

Since Feng Xi is willing to give up the half of Feng Yue Shan's savings she has long coveted,

This shows that Feng Xi very likely encountered an enemy capable of threatening her life!

And with the Trickster Demigod's elusive speed, only the black-robed swordsman could threaten her!

Feng Yue Shan quickly figured out the reason Feng Xi chose to give up.

But what surprised her most was that the black-robed swordsman truly possessed the abilities of all the Savior Heirs!

Is it because of that black-robed swordsman?

Seeing Feng Yue Shan's calm expression, Feng Xi widened her eyes in disbelief, staring at Feng Yue Shan and burst out,

You've long known that fellow has such ability; why didn't you tell me earlier?

With our friendship of nearly a thousand years, you wouldn't want to watch me go to my death, would you?

Saying this, Feng Xi muttered angrily to herself,

Yes, exactly, you must be worried I'm eyeing your supplies, so you want me to go to my death—yes, that's it!

Feng Xi felt as if she had grasped the truth, glaring at Feng Yue Shan with righteous indignation.

Feng Yue Shan, meanwhile, let out a helpless sigh.

Before, she had thought perhaps the black-robed swordsman excelled at abilities like seizure.

Feng Yue Shan, Teacher An Jia Nan, and the other Savior Heirs often displayed their abilities before people.

If she had once, unknowingly, learned from this black-robed swordsman, it's also possible.

But since Feng Xi left Sheng Cheng, even she doesn't know where Feng Xi has been all these years.

Furthermore, once Feng Xi unleashes the Trickster Demigod's ability, her speed is nearly unmatched.

Black-robed swordsman, how exactly did he learn Feng Xi's ability?

Even Feng Yue Shan can't figure this out.

But as Feng Xi withdrew from the battlefield, although Zi Ling and the other Martial Kings still struggled desperately,

yet the Black Tide, being numerous and strong, plus the black-robed swordsman's attack, caused the Sheng Cheng side to suffer heavy casualties instantly.

The black-robed swordsman's slash of moonlight even pierced Zi Ling's death aura, wounding her.

At this moment, the flaw in Zi Ling's curse by the God of Death finally showed.

When others were injured, Feng Xi could use her invincible speed to rescue them and have them taken to Liang Jin for treatment.

But no one can have close contact with Zi Ling.

Otherwise, they would be drawn by the death aura into the underworld to meet the God of Death!

Reinforcements cannot arrive in time, but the black-robed swordsman's attack will not go easy!

Zi Ling!

Feng Yue Shan clenched her teeth, manipulating the remaining golden threads to wrap Zi Ling's body and fly her away, avoiding the black-robed swordsman's attack.

Only her golden threads can protect Zi Ling without her touching her.

But the black-robed swordsman's attacks came in waves, each stronger than the last.

Feng Yue Shan could not possibly keep shielding Zi Ling while constantly dodging the black-robed swordsman's attacks.

The black-robed swordsman gave a soft laugh, and his moonlight sword light swept across.

Brothers, what should we do for Lady Zi Ling!

With a loud shout, seven or eight Holy City Guards holding heavy shields stepped forward, blocking in front of Zi Ling.

They used their heavy shields and broad shoulders to fight for Zi Ling's hope of survival!

Yet these Holy City Guards who blocked the black-robed swordsman for Zi Ling all fell in that strike, none surviving!

No!

Zi Ling watched helplessly as these people died for her, her eyes nearly bursting.

Her eyes even streamed with the blood of the dying!

Because of her curse, these Holy City Guards could only keep their distance from her in reverence.

But under the guidance of Teacher An Jia Nan and Teacher Feng Yue Shan,

she no longer avoids everyone as she did before coming to Sheng Cheng.

but instead tries to open her heart and begin to accept.

Even though she still cannot have physical contact with others.

But these Holy City Guards are not like the people from her hometown.

Although they regard her as a blessing bestowed by the God of Death upon their homeland.

But in reality, everyone only shows her superficial respect while actually fearing and distancing themselves from her.

Considering her the 'Holy Maiden' who brings death!

This is not the life Zi Ling wants.

Even if she cannot play freely with companions like ordinary girls.

She also hopes to have one or two friends.

Back then, when she was in her homeland, she once had such a friend.

Not fearing she would bring death, willing to hold a small branch and hold hands with her, dancing around the campfire.

But the Savior Heir possesses a lifespan far beyond that of ordinary people.

That friend, before his lifespan reached its end, gave Zi Ling her first hug, and also the last hug she has had so far.

After that friend died, Zi Ling had no lingering attachment left to her homeland.

On a snowy night, taking advantage of the darkness, she left that place.

Only after arriving in Sheng Cheng did Zi Ling truly have some friends.

These Holy City Guards, although they also fear her death curse.

They dare not have direct contact with her.

But Zi Ling can sense from everyday talk that people hold little prejudice against her Death God curse.

Moreover, many people respect her from the heart and are willing to be her friends.

For Zi Ling, cursed by the Death God, even the simplest friendship that ordinary people take for granted is a luxury!

Therefore, when Zi Ling watched helplessly as the Holy City Guards sacrificed themselves heroically to protect her.

Zi Ling felt her heart ache as if pierced by ten thousand arrows.

She felt her heart torn apart, barely able to breathe.

"No, I don't want to watch everyone die again!"

"Death God, are you still watching me?"

Zi Ling, with two lines of blood tears, despairingly gazed at the dark heavens,

"If you are still alive, why don't you come save the world?"

"If you have already died, where is your spark, and where should I go to seek it?"

If she were to become a demigod.

Facing the current situation, she would not feel so helpless, right?

But Zi Ling knows she is not the Chosen One.

The Death God would not therefore respond to her.

However, just as Zi Ling despaired and wanted to give up.

At her ear, a gray whisper sounded.

"Death God?"