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Chapter 270

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Tian Chengfang opened his eyes in a daze and felt pain that he hadn't felt for a long time.

The cracked Divine Mark could no longer protect his battered body. Under the broken mask of Crow Tengu, his pale face was exposed.

What was that just now?

He suddenly coughed violently. He bent down and vomited blood with a trace of light. Crow Tengu's heart marrow rose from the blood and floated in the air, emitting a burst of black mist.

The miracle was passing by at a heart-wrenching speed.

Everything was moving towards the worst possible ending in a logical manner. It was as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and they were naturally … welcoming death.

The curse was coming true.

It was as if he was watching himself gradually bleed to death. The great fear made him struggle and crawl out of the broken building.

The remaining feather seemed to be unable to comprehend what had happened and was fluttering around him in fear.

"No, there's no time."

Tian Chengfang used all his strength to prop himself up and said hoarsely, "Take me to find … something that can save me …"

The feather trembled in the air and immediately began to search for clues in a panic. Soon, it began to tremble in pleasant surprise and circled around him twice before flying up into the air.

It carried the hope of Tian Chengfang.

With the last of his strength, Tian Chengfang spread out his broken wings and flew up into the sky, following the feather, gradually moving forward … until the gentle melody that seemed to be able to heal all wounds gradually became clear. The feather hovered above an ancient stadium and guided him down.

It seemed to be leading him to the source of the zither sound.

Tian Chengfang was ecstatic and almost couldn't contain the joy in his heart. He descended an inch from the sky … Then, he was swallowed up by a solid chill.

Fear, incomprehensible, and indescribable fear rose from his heart.

Like never before, his instincts sounded the alarm in desperation, and wailed with all their might.

Don't go forward, don't go forward, don't go forward!

Incomprehensible despair almost tore his soul apart in an instant. The fear that came out of nowhere condensed into a solid substance and buzzed in his skull.

It made him almost scream in this moment of ominous premonition.

If he went there, he would die.

Such a clear understanding and understanding rose in his heart, followed by a kind of fear that even death couldn't compare to. It almost tore his will of steel to pieces.

That was a dead end!

In mid-air, the dying Crow Tengu stiffened for a moment, then suddenly rose up and flew away into the distance with all its might. It fled in a sorry state, not even caring about its wings and body that were gradually reaching their limits.

There was only one thought left.

Run, leave this place, run as far as possible.

When he recovered from the chaos, he realized that he had run to an unknown place and was falling crookedly from the sky.

That confused feather was still following beside him, not knowing what had happened.

Amidst the loud noise, he fell to the ground in a sorry state, smashing into the broken storefront and gasping for breath.

"Not there, not there … Only death awaits us there."

He grabbed the feather with all his might and glared at his last straw of hope. "Take me to find something that can save me … My time … My time …"

Tian Cheng Fang's body shook violently, and he once again vomited out his broken organs. He saw himself in the pool of blood that spread out on the ground.

He didn't have much time left.

Hurried footsteps could be heard not far away, causing his heart to sink.

Someone shouted excitedly, "I saw it, something dropped here, there's no mistaking it."

"Be careful, the things here are very strange."

"F * ck, it's a birdman!"

"Who cares what it is, let's kill it first!"

Outside the broken storefront, a few Ascendants raised their weapons warily. Crow Tengu looked at him in shock, as though he was frightened. After a long time, he couldn't help but laugh.

He was amused by this evil joke.

Death had come.

But the person who killed him was this kind of trash …

Recalling the comical encounters he had since he entered Yamatai City, and his sorry state, he didn't know when he had fallen to such a state.

"Is this my fate?"

Tian Cheng Fang gritted his teeth and slowly shook his head. "No, no, it's the opposite."

He propped up his broken body and pulled out the broken pieces of steel and iron from the wound on his chest. He raised his head and climbed up inch by inch from the countless ruins. He roared at the person in front of him.

"Now, it's not time yet, not yet!"

He took a step forward and faced the bullets coming at him. He raised his only arm and closed his five fingers like a knife, cutting down the iron light.

"You dog-like thing, are you worthy of killing me?!"

Perhaps he would die, yes.

But not now, not here, and it shouldn't be this kind of thing.

Tengu roared.

An invisible force emerged from the casual wave of his hand, forming an illusory blade on his arm. It cut through the bullets with ease.

For so many years, he had broken through the limit in front of him.

He had stepped into the legendary state of the pinnacle.

The real Tengu.

If it were any other time, he would be wild with joy, right?

However, right now, his heart was completely calm. Like iron stone, he only stepped forward, brandishing his crisscrossing sharpness as he galloped at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, he passed by the Ascendants.

Behind him, blood spurted out and dyed the narrow street red.

He staggered and knelt on the ground. More and more blood flowed out from his face and wounds, forming a tragic and uneasy trail behind him.

He couldn't die yet.

He couldn't.

He had to go back alive.

Tiancheng Fang gritted his teeth, propped himself up, and staggered forward with the help of the wall. In a trance, he forgot where he was and where he was. He just stubbornly chased after the feather floating in front of him.

Step by step, he was like a walking corpse.

After an unknown amount of time, the feather had dissipated in the wind.

He was still moving forward.

He numbly urged his tired body until he staggered and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

In his dizziness, there was the sound of soft footsteps gradually approaching. The person tilted her head and looked down at him, listening to his intermittent and persistent breathing. She bent down and stared at his disheveled face.

As if she had found a treasure, she smiled in surprise.

"You seem to be very strong."

"Save me …"

Tiancheng Fang raised his hand with difficulty, trying to grab the corner of the white dress, but it was so far away and difficult to reach.

Soon, a drop of sweet dew fell by his mouth. The dew with a wonderful power merged into his wounds, calling back his consciousness and forcibly pulling him back from the brink of death.

He was saved.

But the power of redemption stopped here.

"More …" He gasped, reached out, and tried to snatch the bottle in the woman's hand. "Give me more …"

"This is a very precious dark gold item."

The smiling woman raised the bottle an inch and casually avoided his hand. "You want to take it away with empty words. Don't you think it's too much?"

Tiancheng Fang was stunned for a moment. He slowly raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him.

She had a beautiful face. No, it should be delicate.

She had a gentle smile that made people feel like they were bathing in the spring breeze. Her ponytail was slanted over her shoulders, and her white dress was spotless.

She looked like she was going out to buy groceries.

No matter what, she didn't fit in with this city. But only that pair of quiet eyes seemed to be hiding a darkness that the whole city couldn't reach. It was as if they were hiding something.

It was unfathomable, but it made people instinctively feel fear.

"Give that to me."

Tiancheng Fang was silent for a moment and said in a hoarse voice, "I can give you anything you want …"

"Hmm? You can give me anything? "

The woman seemed to be moved. She raised her eyebrows. After thinking for a moment, she immediately smiled. "Then, can you fight with me to the death?"

"…" Tiancheng Fang was stunned.

"You see, gambling should be something that you're born with, right? Let's use this as a prize. "

The woman got up and took a few steps back. She placed the medicine that represented rebirth at the end of the street. Then, she stood in front of Tiancheng Fang and blocked his way to rebirth.

"The loser dies, and the winner lives."

She smiled and asked softly, "It's very fair, isn't it?"

"… Yes, that's right …"

Tiancheng Fang was silent for a long time. Then, he nodded. "It can't be fairer."

He raised his hand, propped himself up, and looked at the enemy in front of him. After the shock and confusion, only iron-like calmness was left.

There was no need to say anything more.

Under the excited gazes of countless spectators outside the field, he raised his only arm and took the starting position of Tengu Shogunate.

"— — Yingzhou genealogy, Tiancheng Fang of Mount Kōya."

The woman was silent for a moment, as if she was thinking about how to reply. Soon, she smiled.

"I'm Luo Xian."

She reported her identity. "I'm the accountant and receptionist of the orchard gym."

She bent down, took off her high heels, and gently put them aside. She stepped barefoot on the broken road, leaving a line of light footprints in the hard stones and soil.

She was facing an invincible enemy, a high and mighty fourth-order sublimator.

She raised her palm and smiled happily.

"Please bring it on."

At that moment, a loud sound burst out.

As blood splattered, Tengu's broken wings suddenly shook. As if they had turned into a pitch-black hurricane, they instantly pounced on him. Tengu Shogunate slashed down horizontally.

Then, boom!

A bulging fist mark appeared on his back. Then, blood spurted out from his lungs.

He couldn't see how Luo Xian moved, but it was as if it was natural. She raised her hand and punched out, and a shocking power erupted from her slender and fair wrist.

Three thunderbolts.

— — Heaven's Fall!

The air was shattered, and a fleeting fault appeared. The cracks on the glass spread in all directions.

But then, the shattered air was completely cut into two by Tengu.

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