Senior Sisters Battle Dark Danika

The flying sword darted rapidly through the clouds, and the dark purple figure behind her drew ever closer. Danika flapped her wings, which were formed from resentment, leaving a dark afterimage in the sea of clouds with each flap.

Her laughter drifted from behind, sickeningly sweet, like a knife dipped in syrup.

"Brother Kexi --you can't escape--hehe--"

Cioccolata crouched at the end of the sword and fired two shots behind him.

The green bullet pierced through the clouds and exploded into two bursts of green light in front of Danika, but it only slightly slowed down her pursuit.

She didn't even bother to dodge; she simply shattered the bullet with her wings, leaving not even a mark on them.

"Where are your senior sisters?" Cioccolata's voice was broken by the wind high in the sky.

"Mystic Sect! You'll see the mountain gate once you cross that mountain range!" Kexi shouted without turning his head.

The flying sword suddenly rose higher, piercing through a thick layer of cumulonimbus clouds.

The continuous mountain range ahead was faintly visible in the sea of clouds, and a majestic mountain gate could be vaguely seen on the highest peak.

Kexi urged his flying sword to accelerate, the blade humming under the strain. He couldn't care less about anything else now, he just wanted to go faster.

On the bluestone platform in front of the Mystic Sect Mountain Gate, Jinhsi was slowly sweeping fallen leaves with a broom.

She heard a whooshing sound, looked up, and her twin ponytails swayed with her movement. Then she saw Kexi.

To be precise, she saw Kexi, covered in blood, holding a person who was still alive, and staggering towards the mountain gate on a flying sword.

The broom in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"Brother Xi?! What's wrong with you?! Who's that person in your arms?! And who's that winged thing behind you?! What trouble have you gotten yourself into now?!"

Before Kexi's flying sword had even come to a complete stop, he jumped down with Aemeath in his arms, staggering several steps on the bluestone platform before regaining his footing.

He grabbed Jinhsi's shoulder, his voice hoarse and urgent.

"Jinhsi! Quickly go and call my senior sisters! Call our master! Someone is chasing me—hurry!"

Jinhsi was startled by the light in his eyes, and then she saw the face of the person in his arms.

A white wedding dress, a bloody hole in the chest, and a face devoid of color.

Jinhsi's face turned pale instantly, and she ran towards the mountain gate.

Second Senior Sister--! Fourth Senior Sister--! Eldest Senior Sister--!

Something terrible has happened! Brother Xi is being hunted down!

Brother Xi brought a dead bride!

Her voice startled a flock of birds.

Kexi, holding Aemeath, knelt on the bluestone platform, finally exhausted, panting heavily.

He looked down at Aemeath in his arms; her face was deathly pale.

"Hold on... the senior sisters are coming soon... hold on..."

He didn't know if she could still hear him, but he kept talking, as if trying to convince himself.

Before long, a series of rapid footsteps came from inside the mountain gate.

The first to emerge was Yangyang.

She ran very fast, her light blue dress fluttering in the wind.

She ran to Kexi and saw that he was covered in blood. Her eyes reddened, but she didn't ask any questions. She squatted down and reached out to press her hand on the wound on Aemeath's chest. A pale blue healing light emanated from her palm.

"Junior brother, who is this...?" She saw clearly the white wedding dress that Aemeath was wearing, which was stained with blood, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Her name is Aemeath," Kexi's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded down. "She's my bride."

Yangyang's hand trembled slightly, but she didn't pull it back.

A pale blue aura continuously emanated from her palm, seeping into Aemeath's wound.

Her lips were pressed into a very thin line, and her eyes were even redder than before, but she didn't say anything. She just gritted her teeth and poured all her strength into the hand that was pressing on the wound.

Immediately afterwards, a silver-white figure descended from the sky.

Chisa landed as lightly as a leaf, but her cold and beautiful face showed an unusual anxiety.

She walked up to Kexi in a few steps, her gaze sweeping over the bloodstains all over his body. Her brows furrowed, and she immediately spoke in her colonel's accent.

"Baka! Kouxi, what have you done? You've only been away from the mountain gate for a few days!"

"Senior Sister, there's a pursuer behind me, and he's very strong—"

Before Kexi could finish speaking, a figure descended from the sky and crashed heavily onto the bluestone platform, causing cracks to appear around the stone slab beneath her feet.

Danika folded her wings, tilted her head to look at Kexi and the group of women around him, her face still bearing that sweet smile, but the jealousy burning in her eyes was almost overflowing.

"Brother Kexi, are these your senior sisters? It's alright. Once I kill them, you won't have anyone else to love. Then you'll come back to me. Hehe."

Chisa didn't waste any words.

Her hand rested on the long sword at her waist.

She took a step forward, a step that was very calm, but the bluestone slab beneath her feet silently cracked with a fine ring of lines centered on her toes.

She still spoke with that colonel's accent.

"You bastard! You're dead! How dare you run wild in front of the Mystic Sect Mountain gate!"

Her voice carried the distinctive pauses and intonations of a colonel's accent.

"You're very bold. But you can't afford the consequences."

As the saying goes, those who are diligent in their duties are the heroes.

Danika tilted her head and looked at her, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes.

Her target was Kexi —or more accurately, everyone around Kexi who was in her way, and she wanted to turn him into her own doll.

This white-haired woman with the strange accent was clearly a "nuisance."

"Old woman, get out of my way." Danika raised her hand, her five fingers grasping at the air, and countless sharp claws flew out from her palm, shooting towards Chisa in a devastating barrage.

Chisa did not retreat.

With a flick of her wrist, the blade traced a perfect circle in front of her.

The silvery-white blade light formed an arc-shaped barrier. The claws exploded the moment they collided with the blade light, scattering red light in all directions.

But one claw slipped through the blade's edge, bypassing it and heading straight for Chisa's waist.

She dodged to the side, but was still grazed by the claw's tip, tearing a hole in her clothes and revealing her fair skin and a shallow bloodstain.

At that very moment, a calm and gentle voice came from inside the mountain gate.

"You're bullying my senior sister?"

Changli walked out of the mountain gate, holding a slender sword.

She stopped beside Chisa, glanced at the bloodstain on Chisa's side, and frowned slightly.

"Senior Sister," Changli's eyes were now icy cold, "Who is this pink-haired girl?"

"A lackey of the Fractsidus." Kexi knelt beside Yangyang, holding Aemeath, and answered for Chisa without turning her head.

Changli nodded.

"How dare you act so presumptuously in my Mystic Sect sect! You truly have no regard for your own life!"

The words were finished.

She turned to Danika and made a hand seal in front of her.

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu."

Kexi:━Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||)━

At this moment.

Chisa's blade flashed from another angle, forcing Danika to dodge.

The two worked together so well, it was as if they had rehearsed a thousand times.

Danika regained her balance in mid-air, and the smile on her face finally disappeared.

Her wings suddenly unfurled, releasing a ring of dark red shockwave that simultaneously shattered the fireball and the blade light.

At the same time, Jinhsi Xi was running towards the Clear Heart Hall at the fastest speed she had ever seen in her life.

She kicked open the door of the Clear Heart Hall and rushed in, panting.

"Master! Master! Something's happened— Brother Xi is back—a winged villain is chasing him—"

Then she saw the scene inside the hall and froze on the spot as if she had been frozen in place.

Qiuyuan stood in front of the screen.

She wore a cheongsam today, which clearly outlined her slender waist.

But what truly shocked Jinhsi wasn't the clothes, but Qiuyuan's hair—

Her long hair, which was usually just casually tied up with a white jade hairpin, was now styled into an exquisite bun, adorned with a carved silver hairpin that she had never seen before.

A few stray hairs fell beside her ears, making her cold and beautiful face less aloof and more enigmatic.

"What's the matter?" Qiuyuan turned around and looked at Jinhsi, her brows furrowing slightly.

She had clearly heard the sounds of fighting outside, and her hand was already on the hilt of her sword.

But before she could even walk out, she saw Jinhsi staring at her hair with a look of utter disbelief.

To her astonishment, even his Mandarin had become standard.

"Master, why do you exude such a strong wifely aura? You seem... like a mother."

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