Bie Yanghong's words were naturally directed at Madam Mu and Black Robe.
Madam Mu stood with her hands held behind her, her expression extremely solemn and serene. She did not answer the question.
The tree by the cliff had already been obliterated by the fist intent, but the shadow of the tree still remained where Black Robe stood.
The mottled shadow of the tree fell on his body, obscuring his expression, but it could not drown out his voice.
A strange laughter overflowed from Black Robe and then rumbled like a thunderclap into the surroundings, deafening to the ears.
Bie Yanghong's expression gradually returned to normal, but his heart had already sunk.
Today, he had come to avenge his son's death, but it now seemed that he would also die here.
With a clang, he waved his sleeve. An illusory sword condensed from pure star radiance rose from the ground, cutting through the sky tens of thousands of zhang as it slashed at the white cloud.
It was like a real scraping sound, like a heavy mountain sliding across the ground. The white cloud swayed for a few moments, and the little red flower within it saw its chance. It transformed into a red stream of light and returned to the plateau. It quietly floated above Bie Yanghong's head, seeming extremely vigilant.
The white cloud scattered, the golden light filling the entire sky, dazzling and bright.
If not for the seal Black Robe had laid down beforehand, this light would have alarmed the entire continent.
Right now, only a few people on the two shores of the Red River could see this light.
But because it was too bright, they simply could not see the true scene.
Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi could see that their expressions had become abnormally grave.
In Wuqiong Bi's eyes, one could even see confusion and fear towards the unknown.
Two figures gradually appeared in the boundless light.
White wings several dozen zhang long slowly flapped behind them.
These two people were completely naked, the curves of their bodies perfect and clean. There was nothing extraneous about them, and it was impossible to determine their gender.
Countless rays of light exuded from their bodies and wings, seeming divine and brimming with the will to destroy.
Just what were these two people? Where did they come from?
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"The Angels of the Sacred Light have already arrived. Do you still want to resist?"
Black Robe's voice was abnormally cold, but compared to the last one thousand years, it was tinged with an indescribable emotion.
It seemed like the appearance of these two existences he called Angels of the Sacred Light had also somewhat affected his mind.
Bie Yanghong was truly flabbergasted that the legend had become reality and appeared before his eyes.
However, he was one of the strongest experts on this continent after all, so he quickly regained his composure.
Especially when his gaze pierced through the light and swept across the bodies of the two angels, his expression became indifferent.
"With just these two androgynous monsters?"
He did not know if those two so-called Angels in the sky had understood his words.
The battle began in the next moment.
Two streams of light ignored the distance of several thousand zhang between the blue sky and the plateau, seemingly passing through space to arrive in front of Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi.
What followed was infinite light, a terrifying pressure, and a sacred yet destructive attack.
In the dazzling light, for the first time, Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi clearly saw the faces of these two Angels up close, though only for an instant.
The appearances of those two angels were extremely perfect. Their expressions were absolutely indifferent, devoid of any human emotions. They were filled with a sense of holiness.
There was an arc-shaped light scar between their eyebrows. It was extremely beautiful and incomparably holy.
From the perspective of a human, these two Angels looked very similar, only their Qi distinguishing them. One was extremely callous, the other ruthless, but they were also not human emotions. They were more like inanimate objects, like furious waves or frigid frost.
A sword glow tore through the waves of light and slashed at the callous Angel, but it was caught between the two wings.
Bie Yanghong sensed a power as majestic as the starry sky.
The illusory sword condensed from star radiance was instantly shattered into countless fragments.
The little red flower shrieked, its petals blooming, blocking the fragments and the waves of light.
A loud bang resounded!
Countless cracks appeared on the plateau, stones madly flying, and a hole several zhang deep appeared.
Bie Yanghong stood at the bottom of the hole, his hands raised.
The Angel indifferently floated in the air, one of its hands pressing down.
The situation on the other side was even more perilous.
As she watched the Angel descend from the sky, Wuqiong Bi recalled the legend she had read as a child in the Ten Thousand Years Pavilion. Her heart trembled in fear and unease, her Dao heart finding it hard to guard. The lotus sea swayed in the absence of wind, a gap appearing in her defenses. The Angel transformed into a stream of light and slashed down like a sword!
With a light swish, Wuqiong Bi's left arm was cut off, flying into the sky in a dazzling spray of golden blood!
Hearing his wife's scream, Bie Yanghong bellowed and punched out with both fists, imbued with the star radiance and true essence he had bitterly cultivated for centuries. He pushed back the Angel and rushed to Wuqiong Bi. With a wave of his right hand, he once more condensed a sword of star radiance and forced back the Angel.
The little red flower flew back, rapidly circling around Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi like a shooting star, exuding a powerful Qi that temporarily stabilized the situation.
In a single exchange, Bie Yanghong knew that these two Angels from the Sacred Light Continent were extremely terrifying.
These two Angels seemed to instinctively understand and freely use the laws of the world. If placed in the cultivation system of this continent, they would be innately experts of the Divine Domain. Moreover, their bodies seemed to be formed from the purest Sacred Light energy, incomparably tough and indestructible. Even the Demon Imperial clan would find it very difficult to compare to them. Most frightening of all was their unimaginable speed and reflexes. They were like real rays of light, able to defy the laws and principles of the world to advance and retreat.
In the face of such powerful and inexperienced opponents, even Bie Yanghong, who was ranked near the top of the Divine Domain, found it extremely difficult to deal with them. As for Wuqiong Bi, she could not even take a single blow. If not for Bie Yanghong's godly reaction speed, she would have already lost her life.
Wuqiong Bi knew that the situation was extremely dangerous, so even though her severed arm was in extreme pain and the Divine energy within was still wreaking havoc, preventing her from using star radiance to repair her body, she clenched her teeth and made no sound. Her face was as pale as snow and the fear in her eyes could not be dispelled.
Bie Yanghong gazed at his wife's wretched state, his eyes chilling with rage.
The two Angels floated in the air, expressionlessly watching Wuqiong Bi and Bie Yanghong on the plateau.
The callous Angel's gaze fell on Wuqiong Bi's severed arm, looked at the golden blood dripping from it, and suddenly opened his mouth to speak.
As he spoke, his expression was indifferent, but his voice was dignified to the extreme.
He was probably using the language of the Sacred Light Continent, his tone extremely strange and complex.
Logically speaking, no one on the plateau should have been able to understand his words.
But strangely, his words, blown by the chilly winds of the mountains, became the language of the continent.
"As expected of thieves of fire. You have profaned God and must die."
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