Chapter 583: A Beautiful and Powerful Woman!
This made Shen Anyu even more certain that Bai Bing was very likely the villain corresponding to the Child of Destiny type in the Main God Reincarnation Game, and not just a minor villain. With her appearance, beauty, and personality, she was probably a villainess boss! If Shen Anyu hadn't appeared, Bai Bing would have had no light in her life, and she would certainly have killed gods and Buddhas, possibly even slaughtering her way through the Main God Reincarnation Space. As for nearly perishing with the Bai Family Ancestor, that was because it was too early. Shen Anyu gave her the Heavenly Human Breakthrough Pill, allowing Bai Bing to break through to the Heavenly Human realm prematurely. If she hadn't broken through to Heavenly Human, she wouldn't have embarked on her revenge against the Shen Clan. If she had experienced the Main God Reincarnation Game longer, she would have had more trump cards and wouldn't have almost overturned. Furthermore, Shen Anyu sensed that Bai Bing's constitution was special and she might not die from the Bai Family Ancestor's poisonous curse. Thinking about this, Shen Anyu looked at Zhang Zhiyun with interest, smiling.
Zhang Zhiyun's face was a mask of ashen rage. The sight of Shen Anyu's casual, almost amused smile, juxtaposed with Bai Bing's ice-cold indifference, stoked the fires of his fury until they threatened to consume him whole. He felt like a pawn in their game, his very presence a source of their entertainment. The humiliation was a physical burn.
"Miss," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom, "since you don't know what's good for you, I'll take you down first, then deal with Shen Anyu."
With a sneer twisting his lips, Zhang Zhiyun exploded into motion. A sharp crack echoed as the pavement beneath his feet fractured under the sudden application of force. In less than a breath, his right hand blurred through a series of intricate seals, spiritual energy gathering around his fingertips with an audible hum that filled the air with the scent of ozone.
Streaks of pure lightning erupted from his palm. They were not mere bolts, but crackling, incandescent chains of energy that hissed and spat as they tore through the air, weaving a prison of raw power. In the blink of an eye, they crossed the ten-meter distance, descending upon Bai Bing with the intent to bind her, paralyze her, and drag her to the ground. The sheer sophistication of the spell was a source of pride for Zhang Zhiyun; with this technique alone, he was confident he could suppress even a seasoned Grandmaster, shocking them into submission before they could even react.
But just as the crackling net of lightning was about to ensnare her, a flicker of profound disdain ignited in Bai Bing's phoenix eyes. Her movements were a study in contemptuous grace. With a lazy, almost dismissive motion, she drew her sword.
Shing!
The sound was impossibly clean, a single, sharp note that cut through the electrical storm.
Rip!
A torrent of dazzling sword light erupted from the blade. It was not a clumsy slash but a perfect, incandescent arc of silver, as fluid and brilliant as a silk ribbon unfurling in the moonlight. Yet it carried a momentum that felt absolute, an unstoppable force with the sharpness to split heaven and earth. The lightning chains, each one potent enough to incapacitate a Martial Dao Grandmaster, met the silver light and offered no resistance.
They were severed like tofu.
The spell didn't just break; it detonated. The lightning prison shattered into a thousand stray arcs of violent energy. Countless bolts of raw power scattered in every direction, gouging superheated furrows into the ground and blasting chunks from the surrounding buildings in a shower of concrete and sparks. The air crackled with discharged energy, thick with the smell of burnt stone.
"Not good!"
A spike of pure ice shot through Zhang Zhiyun's heart. His pupils constricted to pinpricks, his face contorting with shock and disbelief. He had never, in his wildest nightmares, imagined that this… this woman in a ridiculous bunny girl maidservant's uniform could possess such earth-shattering strength. The disconnect between her appearance and her power was so vast it felt like a hallucination.
Out of some misplaced pity, a foolish sense of chivalry towards her beauty, he hadn't used his full power. Now, that momentary hesitation had cost him everything. He had lost the initiative, and in a battle between experts, that was a death sentence.
The world seemed to crawl to a halt. He was caught completely off guard, his body still locked in the follow-through of his attack. He had no time to dodge, no time to cast another spell. The blindingly sharp sword light, that impossible ribbon of silver death, had already crossed the distance. It slammed heavily into Zhang Zhiyun's body.
At the precise moment of impact, a brilliant golden light flared to life around him. A phantom, two-meter-tall bell materialized from thin air, enveloping him in its protective aura. Intricate, shimmering Daoist talismans swirled across its surface, pulsing with immense defensive power.
GONG!
The sword light struck the golden bell, and the resulting sound was not a mere clang but a cataclysmic, soul-shaking boom that resonated for miles. A visible shockwave of force erupted from the point of impact, shattering every window in a five-block radius and sending a tremor through the very foundations of the city.
This was the protective golden bell talisman, a treasure his master, the head of the Celestial Master Sect, had forged for him. To prevent a repeat of the disastrous encounter with the Master of Myriad Dharma Sect, his master had expended his own essence blood and a hoard of priceless rare materials to create this one-time-use artifact. It was designed to automatically activate and withstand three full-force attacks from a Heavenly Human expert.
And now, on the very first exchange, against a mere maid, it had been used.
A pang of heartache shot through Zhang Zhiyun. A treasure of such magnitude, a symbol of his master's love and sacrifice, wasted in a single, humiliating moment.
But his regret was instantly swallowed by a wave of cold horror. He watched, eyes wide, as a thin, dark line appeared on the golden bell's surface where the sword had struck.
Crack!
The line spiderwebbed outwards, multiplying with terrifying speed.
Crack! Crack!
With a final, explosive BANG, the protective golden bell shattered. The divine construct imploded, dissolving into a shower of fading golden specks that scattered like dying embers in the wind.
It shattered!
Zhang Zhiyun's face drained of all color, becoming a pale sheet of raw horror. His mind reeled, unable to process what had just happened. A talisman capable of blocking three full-powered assaults from a Heavenly Human expert… had been annihilated by a single, casual sword strike from Bai Bing?
"You… you are a Heavenly Human??" he stammered, his voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and utter shock. He stared at Bai Bing, dumbfounded, his entire worldview crumbling around him.
He felt as though he were trapped in a nightmare. Shen Anyu's little maid—the one dressed in a fluffy-tailed, long-eared bunny girl outfit—was not only a Heavenly Human expert but one whose power far surpassed the norm?
'Impossible! This is a violation of all logic!'
With the inherent pride and arrogance of a Heavenly Human expert, how could she possibly demean herself by becoming Shen Anyu's maid? It made no sense! It was an insult to the very hierarchy of the cultivation world!
Forget Shen Anyu being the Young Master of Yanxia's Shen Clan; even if he were the head of the entire clan, he would have no right, no qualification whatsoever, to enslave a Heavenly Human.
Which Heavenly Human expert wasn't a hegemon, a figure who dominated an entire region? Their every move could trigger an earthquake in the political and martial landscape. They looked down on kings and nobles as mere mortals. In ancient times, even the mightiest emperors would have treated such an individual with the utmost respect, honoring them as a distinguished guest of the empire.
Even in the modern era, with its terrifying arsenal of advanced weaponry, the status of Heavenly Human experts remained unshakably high. A single one of them could annihilate several fully armed special forces teams without breaking a sweat. They were living disasters, forces of nature that were not to be underestimated.
It was a global consensus: Heavenly Humans cannot be insulted.
But now, right before his eyes, a titan among Heavenly Humans—and clearly a powerful one at that—was wearing a bunny girl maidservant's uniform and serving Shen Anyu like a common attendant. The sheer absurdity of it was breaking his mind.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Zhang Zhiyun is dumbfounded, plundering +9999 destiny value!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Zhang Zhiyun is shocked, plundering +9999 destiny value!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Zhang Zhiyun doubts life, plundering +9999 destiny value!]
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"Hehehe…" A low, chilling laugh escaped Bai Bing's lips. "Ant, take back your offensive gaze. Or else, I'll gouge out your eyes."
Her phoenix eyes were glacial. With a flick of her wrist, her silver longsword began to dance, weaving a complex, mesmerizing pattern in the air. Each movement created a shimmering afterimage, a web of deadly sword intent that enveloped Zhang Zhiyun, locking onto him like a cage of razor-sharp silver light.
An overwhelming sense of life-and-death crisis seized Zhang Zhiyun. His heart hammered against his ribs, and cold sweat beaded on his brow. All thoughts of capturing her or teaching her a lesson vanished, replaced by the primal instinct to survive. He no longer cared about conserving energy or the consequences. He unleashed everything he had.
"Spirit Manipulation!"
"Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts!"
"Five Thunders Righteous Law!"
"Qi Refinement!"
…
He tore through hand seals, his spiritual energy erupting from him in a desperate, chaotic torrent. Ignoring the strain on his meridians, he bit down hard, severing the tip of his tongue. He spat a mouthful of essence blood into the air, the crimson mist instantly absorbed by the swirling shadows around him, supercharging his techniques.
A suffocating darkness descended, a swirling vortex of yin energy and despair that swallowed the light. Within it, the shrieks of countless malevolent spirits echoed, their twisted forms lunging from the shadows. Ferocious and cruel, hundreds of thousands of ghosts roared and clawed their way toward Bai Bing, their numbers including powerful yin specters with the strength of Grandmasters and Martial Dao Grandmasters. From within the spectral storm, wild arcs of righteous lightning lashed out, a chaotic fusion of his most powerful abilities.
"Heh. An ant's struggle."
A flicker of disdain and utter mockery crossed Bai Bing's jade-like face. She let out a soft snort, her expression one of profound boredom. With her slender white hand, she casually waved her silver longsword, tracing elegant, almost lazy arcs in the void.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Her movements were minimalist, lethally efficient. With each seemingly effortless flick of her blade, a score of the elite yin ghosts gifted to him by his master were erased from existence, their soul-rending shrieks cut short as they dissolved into nothingness. The chaotic lightning chains that shot towards her were neutralized before they even got close, shattered by invisible pulses of pure sword intent that emanated from her body.
No matter the spell, no matter the killing move, nothing could touch her.
One step. One step. One step.
Bai Bing began to walk slowly towards Zhang Zhiyun, her footsteps calm and measured. Each soft tap of her heel on the broken pavement was a hammer blow to his crumbling sanity.
Ten meters! Nine meters! Eight meters!
She moved like a cat toying with a cornered mouse, her pace slow and her posture elegant. Yet every single step plunged Zhang Zhiyun deeper into a chasm of profound despair and suffocating powerlessness.
'Too strong! This woman is too strong! Stronger than the Master of Myriad Dharma Sect! She's a monster!'
His mind screamed.
Why… why would such a beautiful and terrifyingly powerful woman willingly become Shen Anyu's maid? How could she degrade herself like this? The question was a burning brand on his soul.
While Zhang Zhiyun felt despair and helplessness wash over him, another emotion boiled beneath it: a corrosive, all-consuming cocktail of envy, jealousy, and unwillingness.
Why?
His fiancée, Ji Xiaolin, the woman he had fallen in love with at first sight, had betrayed him for Shen Anyu. And now this goddess of the sword, this impossibly powerful woman, stood on Shen Anyu's side as well. It was as if the universe itself was conspiring to heap every fortune upon his rival while stripping him of everything.
How unfair heaven was to him, Zhang Zhiyun!
Zhang Zhiyun's face was distorted, his handsome features twisted into a demonic snarl, his eyes filled with an intense bloodlust and an all-consuming hatred:
"Shen Anyu, then let's die together!"
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