"Clang!"
At this moment, a sword's cry suddenly rose, like a dragon's roar, everyone's attention drawn by this tremendous sound—it was from Su Jiu's direction.
Bai Qianyu used her claws to press a servant's head firmly to the ground, the heavy force making any struggle useless, after all level differences could truly be compensated by bloodline.
Then she also looked over, only her gaze held some worry that couldn't be concealed.
"Sister Jiu..."
Hearing this sound, the young man's brows furrowed slightly, an ominous premonition began hanging over his heart, his head straightening slightly.
"Clang clang clang clang!"
At this time, metallic striking sounds suddenly rang out, urgent like thunderous rain. Those divine servants suddenly flew in all directions, a brilliant frost light suddenly shot skyward, revealing the petite figure within.
Frost lightly fell, Su Jiu walked leisurely, clothes fluttering, bits of frost settling on her hair tips, dyeing them somewhat white, like that lonely traveler whose single sword brought frost to fourteen provinces.
Though the short sword in her hand was clearly hidden by her hanfu, it gave people a feeling of thorns at their back.
Li Yi was stunned—this was a peerless swordsman? Then he smiled bitterly inwardly: No wonder she said I wasn't worthy of making her draw her sword, indeed...
Moreover, the sword aura on her body gave him a feeling like facing his grandfather—mature, experienced... but his grandfather had spent most of his life practicing the blade!
She was so young, could she also have spent most of her life practicing the sword?
War God descendant?
Li Yi gripped the tiger's back fur, turning to shout loudly: "Focus your attention, we'll withstand the pressure, best to restrain some divine servants!"
His gaze finally fell on the sword tip in Su Jiu's hand, then withdrew his gaze, his face showing an expression of "as expected."
No, perhaps she was some important figure's descendant.
"Not a War General, yet so arrogant?"
The young man in the air looked coldly, confirming again and again that the frost light Su Jiu slashed out wasn't external qi, his eyes narrowing.
He was considering whether to personally enter the battle, but glancing at the whirlpool beside him, still decided to stay in place.
If the whirlpool was destroyed, not only would those divine servants directly lose their undying bodies, but the master's phantom couldn't descend. He would have no way to have the other party send him away this time—outside were War Kings watching like tigers.
If one of his divine servants died, the formation would directly lose one corner, reducing its power somewhat.
Seeing those divine servants cleaved by Su Jiu all had huge gashes at their waists, the young man's mouth twitched, hands slightly forming seals, a black formation appeared before the whirlpool, the whirlpool protected by a black box-like light wall.
Then with his face somewhat reddening, he used his finger to draw brown light from the whirlpool, smashing it onto several divine servants.
Soon, those divine servants seemed drugged, standing up again, their aura even stronger, infinitely approaching War General level.
Glancing around, Su Jiu smiled indifferently, sending several more sword qi strikes. Those divine servants eating the sword qi paused again, confusion in their eyes—why couldn't they move?
They suddenly felt their bodies lose balance, then their bodies slid and fell. Only then did they discover—their feet had been severed, the severed feet frozen in place, faintly visible frost vapor rising.
But soon, a glow emerged from the whirlpool, continuing to strike them. Something eerie happened—the severed feet actually broke free from ice and reattached to their leg stumps.
Looking at these divine servants, Su Jiu wasn't surprised, casually slashing frost qi toward the ground, seeing the ground already frozen into ice, then stepping on frost to glide toward everyone's direction.
Behind her, those divine servants gave chase, stepping on ice having difficulty maintaining balance, swaying like Donald Duck.
However, they just needed time to learn—soon they could glide like Su Jiu too.
Su Jiu reached their side in just a few breaths under everyone's amazed gazes. Smelling the bloody scent drifting around, she knew everyone had been injured to varying degrees.
Since this was individual competition, no priests would come up to play, so essentially they only had one life's worth of health, unable to heal.
"Clang clang clang!"
Su Jiu didn't hesitate, her left fingertips glowing dark green like a swimming dragon's brush, her positioning unpredictable, her right hand's blue sword shadows repelling those divine servants about to attack everyone.
Green light ghostly, blue light fierce!
One hand healing, one hand sword qi!
This was a Battle Priest!
"Such fast swordsmanship!"
"Is she really a student? This swordsmanship is more exquisite than War Kings in TV dramas!"
A girl only felt a sandalwood scent brush by her side, and the divine servant opposite her was sent flying. When she tried to see Su Jiu's figure clearly, she had already vanished without trace, making her involuntarily recite that ancient poem softly:
"Silver saddle shines on white horse, swift as shooting stars. Ten steps kill one man, thousand li leave no trace."
Years ago, when the War King-level Sword Immortal Li Taibai was still young, for the righteousness in his heart, he single-handedly stormed the eighteen strongholds of Qi Province!
Thus was the Young Sword Immortal!
"Wait... my wounds are healed!"
Just as everyone continuously praised her unparalleled swordsmanship, someone was surprised to discover their wounds were healing, especially Li Yi who was injured most severely—he felt his body's wounds continuously being healed.
He suddenly remembered when fighting her, that green glow, could it be...
Watching her glide past him, his pupils suddenly dilated, his tiger's mouth wound healing rapidly. She... you're really a fucking priest!
No wonder he couldn't beat her—who could win against this? Solo laning with the opponent having an extra healer.
At this time, Su Jiu saw those divine servants had been mostly repelled, standing beside that giant tiger, continuously increasing her healing power, then pulling over the blinking Bai Qianyu, slowly speaking: "Your wounds are healed, right? Help me protect her, I know—you have this ability."
This was also her purpose in coming to heal these people...
"Sister Jiu..."
Looking at Li Yi, Bai Qianyu wanted to say something, but meeting Su Jiu's serious expression, couldn't say a word.
Hearing this, Li Yi looked toward Bai Qianyu, eyes slightly narrowing, taking a deep breath, gently patting the giant tiger's back. White light flashed.
He gently landed, that crimson flame blade returning to his hand, flames burning as he slowly looked up at Su Jiu: "Fine, but where are you going? Why not wait for support with us?"
"Wait? No, that would only let that person summon the evil god's phantom." Su Jiu's voice was somewhat cold, she gently stroked the sword in her hand, tender as if with a child.
Hearing this, Li Yi looked at the rune-filled sword in her hand in a daze, suddenly looking up at the sky: "You want to... after the evil god gives blessings, he'll be an Intermediate War General!"
No longer paying attention to him, Su Jiu smiled, gently tiptoed to pinch Bai Qianyu's face, feeling some warmth like those small breathing animals, gently patting.
"Be good, listen, wait for me."
Then turning, Su Jiu looked toward the sky. On her body, a scorching aura replaced the cold, a pair of huge wings, feathers shaking out threads of firelight, the demonic replacing the cold, blazing gaze staring deadly at the figure in the sky.
"I wonder if the Crescent Sword Technique can let me cross levels to kill him."
At this moment she seemed not that ancient cold swordsman, but rather... a general, the sword in her hand no longer a swordsman's sword, but one swung toward the sky's domain.
"Indeed, dual bloodlines..."
Li Yi looked at her back, his hand gripping the large blade somewhat white, then slowly relaxed, but didn't step forward, only sighing slightly.
He would just help her protect this girl well—whether everyone could survive would be decided by her.