Angela's Pride

Although the divine power exerted considerable pressure on Angela, it did not deter the prepared little creature. Angela had sensed the threat long before the other party spoke. While she ultimately couldn't escape the God of Justice, the damage was still within her acceptable range. The little creature landed steadily on the ground, and what appeared before Angela was no longer the hall she had seen before, but a desolate wilderness.

And the man standing in front of her.

"Foolish male."

Angela raised an eyebrow, stared at the man before her, and gave him a contemptuous and sarcastic smile.

"Do you think you can defeat your master with such petty tricks?"

"Of course not, little girl."

Faced with Angela's mockery, the God of Justice did not show great anger, but rather revealed a sense of ease and composure.

"But at least I can beat you, right?"

"With your abilities?"

Angela stared in astonishment, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world, and then burst into laughter.

"You? You lowly, despicable male? You actually think you can defeat me? Hahahaha... That's ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. Who do you think you are, daring to spout such arrogant words in front of me?"

The next moment, Angela's voice was instantly filled with an unprecedentedly cold killing intent.

"There's a limit to stupidity, you piece of trash!"

"Snort!"

Upon hearing this, the man's face darkened. He stretched out his hand, and instantly, the entire sky became incredibly bright, as a tremendous divine power suddenly pressed down. Facing this descending divine power, Angela's figure trembled slightly, but she remained firmly in place. However, her expression was no longer as relaxed as before, but rather serious and earnest. She spread her wings, desperately resisting the divine light pressing down from above. Her jet-black wings now emitted a bright crimson light, as if they were solid blood, gradually seeping downwards and dripping to the ground.

"In any case, you're nothing more than an undead creature."

Looking at Angela, the man revealed a smug smile.

"Before divine power, you have no room for presumption, little girl. I will not let you off the hook because of your deceptive appearance. I know very well what you have done in the Prime Material Plane. You wantonly slaughtered those innocent people, you wantonly took lives that should not have been lost. Since you take pleasure in death, then naturally people will also expect you to disappear, won't they?"

"Snort..."

Angela her teeth, resisting the increasingly powerful divine force, while the smile on her lips grew ever more pronounced.

"If you have anyone to blame, you should blame those idiots who are only fit to amuse me with their deaths!"

A burst of red light appeared.

An aura of evil and darkness emanated from Angela, forcefully pushing back the holy light barrier that Yi Jin had suppressed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Angela's figure transformed into a blur, rushing towards the man standing not far away. The howling wind, mixed with the stench of blood, sent chills down one's spine like a world-destroying siren. However, facing Angela's confident attack, the man made no move; he simply stood there, a smug smile on his face.

"Why?"

Then, a bright red figure swept past the man without even touching the hem of his clothes.

What happened?

Losing her target, Angela rolled on the ground, facing her enemy again. But a question lingered in her mind; she was certain her attack was flawless. However, just as she was about to make contact, Angela found herself inexplicably pulled away. For a Vampire Species skilled in physical combat, this was almost impossible. After thousands of years of battle, Angela's unwavering and tenacious fighting spirit had long surpassed mere physical instincts. She was certain that under no circumstances could she make such a mistake.

But she failed?

"This is the power of rules and destiny."

Looking at the girl who had reposed, the man spoke.

"No matter how powerful an undead you are, you are still just a puppet before fate... You are destined to be unable to harm me, much less kill me. No matter how much you deny it, it's meaningless. Here, my power is absolute. You will be destroyed by me; this is the trajectory of fate, which you cannot resist, much less refuse. Your master is no different."

"Foolish man."

Angela did not change her expression; she remained as arrogant as ever.

"Fate? This is the first time I've defied fate, and this won't be the last..."

As she spoke, Angela pulled her hand into her bosom, then took out her favorite folding fan, snapped it open, and held it to her lips.

"Before me, everything except my master is a lackey! Rules and order aside, though I don't know what kind of power you've gained, the thought of destroying me? Such delusional fantasies are truly disgusting. You look like a country bumpkin who suddenly acquired millions but doesn't know how to use them. Well then, let me see if you have a golden tail behind you?"

"Go to hell!"

Upon hearing this, the man's expression immediately darkened. He waved his hand again, and an overwhelming holy light swept across the sky once more, illuminating the world and obscuring almost all shadows. On the ground, silvery-white flames began to dance and burn, transforming into sacred symbols before roaring and charging towards the girl before him.

"You cannot withstand my attack, undead!"

With the man's roar, Angela felt her carefully prepared defenses crumble in an instant; the power that had belonged to her vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye. In that brief moment of hesitation, the silvery-white flames were already before her, easily engulfing her. Then, the flames erupted, leaping and radiating unparalleled power. Watching this, the man revealed a victorious smile.

Just then, a cold breeze brushed against the man's face, immediately causing his expression to turn one of surprise.

This is a space I created, a space only I can control. Everything here should be under my control. But I had no intention of creating wind, so where did this unpleasant, cold wind come from?

However, he no longer needed to think about the answer, because the answer had already appeared before him on its own.

The silver flames enveloping Angela suddenly intensified, appearing at first glance as if fueled by a raging fire. However, the spreading flames then seemed to expand outwards as if filled with some force. Following this, a dark, evil, and icy wind swept in, forcefully dispersing the previously surging sacred flames. Standing amidst this chaos was Angela, completely unharmed. She stretched out her right hand, tightly gripping her folding fan, on which the faint, wailing face of a soul could be seen.

"Power doesn't have only one form of expression, you stupid idiot."

At this moment, Angela's movements were like those of a lady, elegant and graceful, but precisely because of this, her arrogance was blatantly revealed.

The previously invisible, cold wind began to condense around Angela, taking on tangible form—the faces of young girls, their expressions filled with anger, resentment, and sorrow. Their once beautiful bodies were long gone, and now, the ghostly forms manifesting their shapes exuded a chilling aura. The world, previously a uniform expanse of white, had undergone a subtle change, like a drop of ink on white paper, glaring and dazzling.

This is an atmosphere completely different from the world I created.

The man noticed this for the first time. Although this was a world he had created, it didn't seem to have any effect on the girl in front of him. On the contrary, even under these circumstances, she was still able to create the same ideal environment for herself through such brutal means. Trying to adapt had never seemed to be her forte, and Angela didn't seem to have any intention of making concessions to him to adapt to anything.

Although the situation has changed, the outcome remains the same. While the appearance of these vengeful spirits has slightly hindered the advancing holy light, it is not enough to cause significant disruption. Their abilities do not seem to lie in such a large, wide, and deep defense, but this is not the key point, because at this moment, Angela launched a counterattack.

With another wave of her folding fan, even the once bright sky began to distort. Thick black clouds appeared as if emerging from the ground, gradually obscuring the pure and holy light. And this was only the beginning. Then, Angela reached out again and whistled. Accompanied by a foul-smelling wind, the ghosts' previously solidified forms began to dissipate, shooting straight out with the wind towards their enemies. Although the man quickly swung his hand, forcibly dispelling the attack, his pale face clearly showed that he had expended considerable strength.

By now, the battle between the two had long since reached its essence. Just as a direct attack with a punch or kick is far more effective than a fancy display, in the face of two people wielding immense power, any fancy tricks or complex techniques were meaningless. The man manipulated divine power, crushing forward from all sides, seemingly determined to annihilate Angela completely. Angela, clearly unwilling to back down, unleashed her powerful immortality in various forms, barely managing to resist wave after wave of attacks. The battle gradually evolved into a baseless assault, a battle of sheer strength where every move was capable of inflicting fatal damage. Then, it would come down to which strike would secure victory.

"Disperse!"

The man let out another shrill roar, forcefully repelling the death energy emanating from Angela once more. With this violent energy shock, the once relatively flat and intact ground began to crack, revealing a shattered state. This was either because the confrontation between the two had already exceeded expectations, or because the man himself lacked the power to maintain the integrity of the space.

Neither of them is a good thing.

For Angela, things were also not looking good.

The little girl didn't understand the extent of the man's power. Although the fact that he could redirect her with a single sentence and even block her attacks showed that the man's strength was not to be underestimated, at least in Angela's entire life, she had never encountered a similar enemy. If Li Lin were here, he would tell the little girl that this man possessed the power of Supreme God, but now, without Li Lin's assistance, Angela could only fight alone.

But this is nothing new to the little one, because she has always been best at fighting alone—it has been that way for thousands of years.

But things are different now; she has a master. It must be admitted that Li Lin's appearance has brought about a significant change in Angela's behavior. However, this doesn't mean Angela will change her ways of acting, or even fundamentally change them. Out of love and respect for her master, Angela might modify her principles in certain situations, but this doesn't mean she'll abandon them, and the same applies to now.

"Boom!!"

The forces of crimson and pure white collided once more, causing the entire space and world to tremble. Even the smallest details around it began to shatter, whether from impending destruction or shattering was unknown.

"Huff... huff..."

Angela wiped the sweat from her face. This place was a place where she only expended energy without replenishing it, and it should be the same for him. However, judging from the current situation, he seemed to be hiding his power as well.

So the little guy decided it wouldn't be too late to wait patiently.

But just then, Angela saw the man smile.

"Everything is going as I expected, little girl."

As he spoke, the man pointed a finger at Angela. Although Angela sensed something was amiss, she still narrowed her eyes and faced the man's finger.

"What, are you going to say something stupid again, that everything is under your control? You piece of trash?"

"Of course, this is the trajectory of fate, the beginning and the end of destiny... You cannot refuse it, nor can you resist it. Although your power is great, after exhausting that power, what can you do in the face of this grand trajectory of fate?"

As he spoke, the man smiled smugly.

"So, this is the end... Little girl, you are dead."

The pristine white world suddenly expanded with those words, instantly enveloping Angela completely. The little one didn't even let out a scream before vanishing entirely in the roar of white light.

When the man lowered his fingers, there was nothing left in front of him except for a fallen folding fan.

"And that's the end of it."

The man let out a long sigh of relief, then turned around.

"It's all fate, little girl, I don't think you'll ever understand."

With that, the man took a step forward, attempting to leave.

"Snap."

A slight cracking sound made the man stop in his tracks. He turned around in surprise and saw that the ground, centered on the folding fan, was gradually revealing a tattered spiderweb-like pattern, like a smashed floorboard. Then, the cracks widened and spread outwards, continuously extending, just like a poorly constructed building that could no longer withstand a destructive attack and was gradually moving towards the brink of destruction.

"How could this happen! Stop! Stop immediately! Restore everything to normal!"

Faced with this bizarre scene, the man cried out loudly, summoning holy light again and again in an attempt to repair the gradually crumbling space. However, he failed. The cracks did not close despite his efforts; on the contrary, they appeared to grow larger and thicker, increasingly resembling the gaping maw of a monster.

Then, a deafening explosion resounded through the sky.

After the man barely withstood the storm, what he saw was a dilapidated space, and Angela stood in it. At her feet, bright red blood flowed outwards, as if it possessed a life of its own, displaying its eerie charm. Her eyes, too, radiated a terrifying light, containing mockery, arrogance, and a sense of superiority.

"Rules? Order? Fate?"

Looking at the astonished man before her, Angela chuckled softly.

"What's the point of all this? Can't rules be broken? Can't order be violated? Can't fate be defied?"

"..."

Although he didn't understand what Angela was saying, the man clearly felt uneasy. This shouldn't be happening; this was his territory, he wielded the power of Supreme God, he couldn't possibly make such a mistake or fail! But now, it was all happening before his eyes, leaving him no choice but to believe it. But how could this have happened? It was a predetermined fate, how could she possibly change it?

"Then, I have a question for you."

Angela up, her smile so sweet and lovely.

"Where are the rules of life and death? Where will they go, you piece of trash?"