C267 Female Soldiers

"A woman?"

Yu Yuan's brow furrowed slightly, yet he maintained his composure. Then, with a smile, he said, "Golden Sanctum?"

The female soldiers of the Blackfang Legion wore armor identical to their male counterparts.

Her stature was notably tall and robust. Until she removed her heavy armor and mask, her feminine features were virtually indistinguishable.

Yu Yuan observed that she was the lowest in cultivation among the six Blackfang Legion soldiers.

She was the one who had grievously wounded Zhan Tianxiang and Bai Shenshen with her poisoned crossbow bolts.

Her Golden Sanctum cultivation level was evident. Despite having witnessed Yu Yuan kill a Veil Breaking realm comrade, she boldly stepped forward and removed her armor, signaling immense self-assurance.

For this reason, Yu Yuan scrutinized her closely as he spoke.

The female Blackfang Legion soldier stood tall, clad in a black bodysuit that gave her the appearance of a lithe leopardess, radiating power and a sense of imminent action.

She set aside her crossbow and clutched a black dagger, nodding at Yu Yuan in acknowledgment.

She cast not a single glance at her fallen Blackfang Legion comrade, her indifference chilling to the bone.

"Step up!"

Ning Ji advanced, aligning himself with Yu Yuan, and declared sternly, "Your Blackfang Legion may have defected from the Sunblessed Empire, but that doesn't give you the right to wreak havoc within the Silvermoon Empire's domain!"

Her eyebrows arched, her face etched with scornful indifference.

Meanwhile, the remaining four Blackfang Legion soldiers continued to besiege Bai Shenshen.

When she stepped out and shed her heavy armor, the Blackfang Legion soldier of Subtlety realm breathed a subtle sigh of relief, as if brimming with confidence in her.

"Yu Yuan!"

Bai Shenshen, already wounded by an arrow, let out a startled cry. Once she had Yu Yuan and Ning Ji's attention, she urgently warned, "Watch out for that woman! She's far more troublesome than the one you've slain!"

Bai Shenshen had clearly endured great hardship.

Yu Yuan gave her a glance, noticing her lips faintly tinged with purple. From her demeanor and movements, it seemed she wouldn't last long before succumbing to the poison's effects.

In the shadows, Yu Yuan used his heaven soul to reach out and sensed Yu Zhu rapidly closing in.

"Asvetaesi, Yu Yuan at your service."

Yu Yuan suddenly bowed with his hands clasped and flashed a bright smile at the female general of the Blackfang Legion, "May I have the honor of knowing who you are?"

She was at the Golden Sanctum level, and Yu Yuan couldn't quite discern the finer details of her cultivation. Her gaze upon him, though, was intriguingly playful.

Just when Yu Yuan thought she wouldn't speak, her voice, hoarse and deep, broke the silence. "Blackfang Legion, Wei Feng!"

With a swift motion, she lunged forward, her black dagger slicing through the air.

A streak of black blade light surged forth, its purity and sharpness sending a shiver down Ning Ji's spine, who stood next to Yu Yuan, as if his head might sever from his neck.

Ning Ji blanched, instinctively dodging while shouting a warning, "Be careful!"

"Slash!"

Yu Yuan's chest was ripped open by the black blade light, blood gushing forth.

Narrowly avoiding a lethal blow to the neck, Yu Yuan sidestepped and glanced down at the wound on his chest, feeling a searing pain mixed with a tingling numbness. He grimaced and inhaled sharply.

It was a close call; the black blade light had nearly decapitated him.

Wei Feng, the Blackfang Legion's female general, paused after her initial strike. As Yu Yuan met her gaze, she shook her black dagger and gave his chest a cursory glance, then shook her head in a tsk-tsk manner.

It was as if she was saying: "Is that all you've got?"

"Damn, Yu Yuan, all her weapons are laced with deadly poison!"

Bai Shenshen, deeply shaken by the sight of Yu Yuan's chest sliced open and bleeding profusely, spoke in desperation, "Run! Forget about me."

Wei Feng, upon hearing her, cocked her head and gave Yu Yuan a cold, piercing look.

It was as if she was saying: "Where do you think you can escape to?"

Despite the slash across his chest, Yu Yuan remained eerily calm. He steadied his breath and responded, "Wei Feng, is it? You're far more formidable than the last one. The weapon you wield must be of high quality. You might be a step behind in realm, but your future accomplishments and rank within the Blackfang Legion will surely surpass his by two levels."

The black dagger in the female warrior's grasp was at the very least of heavenly grade, and it was even in sync with her mind.

Items that could connect with the mind, aside from being high-ranked, also required a deep affinity with the owner's spell, aura, and even soul. Such items were often referred to as natal items.

Wei Feng was merely at the Golden Sanctum level, yet Yu Yuan felt that the spell she practiced, along with the dagger and the crossbow she carried, were all a notch above those wielded by the enemy he had speedily dispatched.

Cultivation level wasn't the sole determinant of combat prowess.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Wei Feng responded coolly, brandishing her blade once more.

A streak of black blade light flashed with an unpredictable trajectory and blinding speed.

Yu Yuan, though ready, had seen the blade light before it fully manifested and had moved to evade it. Still, he felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and when the black blade light vanished, he discovered a deep, bone-exposing gash.

The second streak of black blade light was thrice as fast as the first!

Yu Yuan's expression grew grim as he inspected the wound on his left arm, watching the blood spill forth. "Truly fast," he remarked.

"Faster than before, wouldn't you say?" Wei Feng murmured, her blade dancing out once again.

The outcome was unchanged.

Yu Yuan's right arm now bore another wound, with even a small chunk of flesh torn away.

"Significantly faster indeed."

His chest and both arms were bleeding, a tingling pain coursing through them, a constant reminder that this was far more than a mere injury.

The toxin was stealthily permeating his flesh and bones, advancing toward his vital organs.

After exchanging three sentences and witnessing Wei Feng wield her black dagger thrice, her brow furrowed slightly, her eyes showing a hint of astonishment as she intently examined Yu Yuan's arms.

Wei Feng was somewhat baffled.

After the second and third slashes, shouldn't Yu Yuan's arms have been severed, leaving him to wail in a pool of his own blood?

Her preferred method was to methodically sever an enemy's limbs, watching them collapse, limbless and helpless, screaming for mercy amidst their own severed extremities.

After the second strike, Yu Yuan's arm bore only a bone-deep gash.

Seeing that the second blow had failed, she put more force into her third attempt, hoping to sever an arm this time. Yet, she was met with disappointment once more.

When had her life-bound dagger lost its edge?

How could a seventh-level heavenly blade fail to slice through the arm of a cultivator of equal standing, even when wielded with full force?

The man before her lacked the thick, sturdy Blackfang Armor she wore, presenting nothing but flesh and blood!

Perplexed, Wei Feng refrained from delivering a fourth strike. Instead, she intently examined the wounds on Yu Yuan's arms, noting the subtle shift in the blood's hue.

Relieved, she thought to herself, "Good, the poison is permeating."

"My turn!"

Ning Ji burst forth, sleeves fluttering, as dark spiritual light coalesced into black bats that swooped at Wei Feng.

Disgusted, Wei Feng let out a cold snort.

"Chi! Chi! Chi!"

She brandished her black dagger again, tracing circles before her. Dark rings emerged around her, spinning and shredding the incoming bats to pieces.

Her gaze then snapped to Ning Ji, icy and piercing.

Almost imperceptibly, fine, needle-like rays shot out from the gloves on her other hand.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

In a flash, Ning Ji was skewered through the waist by the sharp rays and hurled backward.

He crashed to the ground at Yu Yuan's feet, the elder who had once looked after him and had recently ascended to the Veil Breaking realm. Blood seeped from his pores, dark brown with poison.

"Before you joined the Blackfang Legion, were you a practitioner with the Poison Cult?" Yu Yuan asked the female officer, his face stern. "In the Land of Quiescence, the Poison Cult is considered a minor sect, not even on par with the Binders of Shadows. You think you're formidable just because you've practiced their spells for a bit?"

Wei Feng's eyes were frosty as she retorted, "What if I was?"

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