I Have a Golden Crow

”Roar!” Lion roars rolled in waves, drifting over Ancient Pine Tower City.

The sky was a blazing red. Wherever the Flowing Fire Suanni passed, sparks scattered down into the city, dreamlike yet tragically beautiful.

The South Suburbs Bottomless had finally been dealt with, and Du Yu regrouped with the sect members, rushing together toward the Bottomless North Suburbs.

Only, on the lion’s nose there were just the two, Qing and Yu.

Jiang Feng and Fu Jianzhou weren’t qualified to ride a Supreme, let alone stand on the Supreme Lord’s face.

At this moment, Feng and Jian each rode atop the White Jade Dragon Saint and the Bamboo Snake Saint, and while they flew in pursuit of the Flowing Fire Suanni, they were also slaughtering the enemies in the city.

The Dragon and Snake Saints swept over the city, and with the Flowing Fire Suanni’s presence, they brought a crushing sense of oppression to the Cold Race troops!

And they fired up the soldiers of the Human Race!

”Roar!” The Flowing Fire Suanni roared rhythmically, lest any Demon Beast in the city fall under control.

”Flowing Fire Dance.” Half-kneeling on the lion’s nose, Du Yu continuously scanned the enemies in the city for the Saint of Flowing Fire.

And the Cyan Sect’s offensive was far from just this.

Du Yu’s Tribulation Arrow, Master Qing’s Mountain Fire Saber, and Fu Jianzhou’s Cold Lake Sword were also dispatched to various parts of the city to provide support.

There was even a streak of silver-white lightning, following in the wake of the Suanni and the Dragon and Snake Saints, darting rapidly through the city below.

Desolate Silver Lynx + Jade Dragon Lion Bone Scythe!

Just moments ago, while Du Yu was waiting for the sect members to finish the aftermath, he’d taken a trip to the Mountain Realm.

He seemed to understand now why Little Shiwei had especially sent the Lion Bone Scythe back.

Hopefully it was just for this one battle.

Du Yu truly didn’t want there to be a next battle, and another after that...

”Screee!”

”Screee!!” Two especially shrill screams suddenly rang out, ripping through the sky, chilling all who heard them.

Yang Qingqing turned to look, and saw two giants entangled together, bursting out of the Bottomless Abyss in the North Suburb.

The Imprisoned Race?

Hundred-meter scale, Saint Level?!

Yang Qingqing’s expression tightened, and she immediately reached out in her mind to the Dragon and Snake Saints.

At the same time, the Flame Soul Imprisonment swung an elbow and had already knocked the Mud Soul Imprisonment to the ground.

”Screee!” The Flame Soul Imprisonment let out a furious screech, one claw pressing hard on the opponent’s head, the other claw reaching up toward the sky.

Du Yu hurriedly called out, ”Celestial Auspicious Sounds!”

The Saint of Flowing Fire didn’t hesitate at all, and sent a roar northward.

It worked, as expected!

The Mud Soul Imprisonment pinned to the ground seemed to have its brain thrown into confusion, its struggling and resisting movements becoming increasingly erratic and disordered.

”Crack!” A bolt of lightning split the sky.

A Heaven-piercing Halberd a full hundred meters long, its shaft wrapped in fine currents of electricity, thundered down from high above.

”Screee!!” The Flame Giant seemed to have eyes on the back of its head, whipping its head to the side.

The Heaven-piercing Halberd falling from the heavens skimmed past the face of the Flame Soul Imprisonment and plunged straight into the Mud Soul Imprisonment’s skull.

With a resounding ”bang.”

The Flame Soul Imprisonment gripped the halberd shaft with both hands and suddenly dragged it backward.

”Siiiii...”

The Crescent Blade on the side of the Heaven-piercing Halberd burst into blinding arcs of lightning, and actually sliced the Mud Soul Imprisonment cleanly in two from skull to crotch!

”Ah! Aaah!!” The Flame Soul Imprisonment smoothly swung the Heaven-piercing Halberd back up into the air, then lifted its head and screamed shrilly.

In that moment, you couldn’t even tell whether it was an ally, or a terrifying, horrific Cold Beast!

Too brutal, too savage!

But Du Yu recognized that face. That was his old superior, the founder of the Twenty-Ninth Bureau: Blazing Fire Thunderstorm·Cheng Feng.

Yang Qingqing’s brows knit slightly. With her sharp perception, she could clearly see that in order to unleash a more berserk Power, Cheng Feng had granted the Imprisoned Race more privileges.

She could only hope Elder Cheng wouldn’t lose control.

Back when they’d carried out a mission at Gourd Mountain, she and Du Yu had already seen what Cheng Feng looked like when he lost control.

”Elder Cheng.”

”Elder Cheng Feng.” Du Yu and Master Qing leapt from the lion’s nose, dropping from the sky.

On the way down, the White Jade Dragon Saint returned into the woman’s body, granting her the ability to fly.

”Sii...” The Flame Soul Imprisonment let out a low growl, supporting its massive Flame head as it looked at the tiny humans of the Human Race descending before its eyes.

Du Yu shouted, ”Thank you, Elder Cheng Feng, for coming to our aid!”

The Flame Soul Imprisonment’s voice was abnormally hoarse, its speech broken: ”One... family, no need to talk... like two families.”

Yang Qingqing: ”...”

Seeing the elder’s condition, her worry only deepened.

Yang Qingqing called out, ”Elder Cheng, return to your Human Race body, and accompany us on one more trip down into the Bottomless.”

”Uh...” The body of the Flame Soul Imprisonment trembled, looking very much like a living being struggling on the brink of losing control.

After quite a while, the hundred-meter-tall Flame Giant slowly began to shrink.

The trio gently landed at the edge of the pit, and what made Du Yu sigh inwardly was that when he saw Elder Cheng Feng again this time, his hair was already completely white.

Just from this weathered face alone, one could tell Elder Cheng Feng still hadn’t managed to become a Saint.

Which only made the gratitude in Du Yu’s heart all the deeper.

Anyone could have come to support them—anyone but Elder Cheng Feng.

Elder Cheng ought to have no distractions, his heart set solely on Becoming a Saint.

Anything that tugged at his Energy or spirit ought to be cast out of his mind.

Yet Cheng Feng had still come—to Du Yu and Yang Qingqing’s hometown—to provide support for the two of them.

”Elder Cheng.” Du Yu’s expression was somewhat complicated as he spoke again, ”Thank you, Elder...”

Cheng Feng suddenly lifted a hand, cutting off Du Yu’s words.

At this moment his emotions were steady, his expression calm, a completely different person from the Flame Giant form just now.

Taking advantage of the motion of lifting his hand, Cheng Feng glanced at his own arm. ”It’s been a long time since I used this hand.”

Only then did Du Yu realize that Cheng Feng, whose arm had once been severed, now had both arms whole again.