135 - I’m Really Not an NPC

Faced with a combined strike from seven elite demon players, Yue Ling's eyes narrowed slightly. Even she couldn't help but feel a trace of surprise. Despite having once defeated 256 elite human players, she now sensed a thread of threat. While the threat wasn't overwhelming, it was enough to make her take this encounter seriously. Without her sword "First Snow" returned, the set bonus of "Spirit Recovery +50%" couldn't be activated, significantly reducing her ability to fight over extended periods. Facing thousands of demons inhabiting the mountains, she initially wanted to conserve her spiritual energy, fearing that exhaustion would lead to her capture. Yet clearly, these seven before her were all strong, even if not on Lan Yue's level, the gap wasn't vast. She couldn't hold back any longer! A glint of icy resolve flashed through Yue Ling's eyes. Liu Li stood firm like a wild goose, his sword striking like thunder, but his expression remained unusually calm. Looking at Yue Ling, whose demeanor hadn't changed, he thought to himself: "With just you and a sword, how will you withstand this?" Suddenly, a cold female voice cut through his mind, answering his silent inquiry. "Sword Realm: Return to the Void!" In an instant, a vast and majestic sword aura surged forth, as if a storm was about to descend. Liu Li and the others' faces changed dramatically, their spiritual energy erupting recklessly in response. Under the astonished gaze of every demon present, from beneath the vast sky and in front of the spiritual spring, amidst the dazzling seven-colored light, a bright white light exploded, overshadowing all surrounding brilliance in an instant. "What is that?" "This sword aura!" For a short moment, their vision was blinded, leaving them in a white haze, as silent shockwaves swept across the space. Moments later, a deafening boom echoed in their ears, the roaring impact finally cascading over them. "Not good, retreat quickly!" "Run!" The powerful shockwave tore up the ground within a hundred meters, prompting the surrounding demons to flee in panic. Those too slow were caught in the violent currents, echoing with cries of agony. Even if they didn't die, they were gravely injured. The seven's coordinated assault collapsed in an instant; their bodies were overwhelmed with turbulent energy and spiritual disorder, leaving them in indescribable terror. At last, they understood why Lan Yue had been defeated with a single move. Yet before they could recover, the indifferent female voice spoke again, her aura notably stable, as if unaffected at all. "Myriad Phantoms: Snowscape!" In the verdant forest full of life, a miraculous deep blue ice ring erupted outwards. "Damn it," Liu Li's face shifted dramatically, urgently urging, "Quick, we must defend together!" But it was too late; the seven, their energies not yet stabilized, hastily constructed a defensive barrier only to have it shattered in the blink of an eye. It's over… The last thought flickered through their minds before the expanding ice ring engulfed them completely. Once all spiritual fluctuations settled, the demons who had fled slowly and cautiously approached again. "What's the situation? Is Yue Ling dead?" "Not sure, but she should be, right?" "Wait! What is that?... " Before the spiritual spring valley, seven lifelike dark blue ice sculptures stood. Liu Li, San Mei, Wei Ban, and others had their eyes wide open, their gazes helpless and despairing. Seven masters from the Ten Directions Realm, completely wiped out! Silence prevailed! Neither the livestream nor the on-site demons could believe what they were witnessing, yearning for someone to step forward and declare it all an illusion. Yue Ling calmly sheathed her black iron sword and said, "Demon elites? Any more?" "Dammit, this woman is too arrogant. Who's going to take her down?" "Don't stop me; I'm going to fight her!" "Alas, amongst the Ten Directions players, only Bai Hui might stand a chance against her." Suddenly, a calm voice echoed from the sky: "Seems Bai is not too late." "It's Bai Hui, he's here!" "Haha, Yue Ling won't be so arrogant now." All the demons instantly lit up with joy, once again eyeing Yue Ling with dangerous ferocity. It's well-known that Bai Hui, ranked first on the Ten Directions list, is a rare and peerless genius among the demons, vastly superior to second-ranked Lan Yue. In a flash, a figure in a purple robe appeared, landing precisely beside the seven ice sculptures. Bai Hui, clad in embroidered garb, slender and handsome with a distant aura, carried a long sword sheathed at his back, exuding a subtle mystical energy. Utterly ignoring Yue Ling standing before him, he extended his gloved right hand to gently stroke San Mei's frozen, fearful face, seemingly trying to calm her expression. Looking up, he casually said, "Not bad power." Yue Ling stood quietly, ignoring him, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. That looming sense of danger, now close at hand, kept her from being distracted by trivialities. Without her response, Bai Hui frowned and coldly asked, "Are you Yue Ling?" Yue Ling glanced at him, sensing no threat, and promptly ignored him again. Bai Hui's expression grew stern, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth: "Not answering? Very well." A faint killing intent infiltrated the air, signaling an imminent battle! At this point, in Bai Hui's livestream: "Who is this woman daring to act so arrogantly in front of my brother Bai Hui?" "What's the act? Pretending in front of Bai Hui, it's sheer humiliation." "Wow, the lady is so beautiful; can't you speak more kindly?" "I'm not into girls; her beauty is irrelevant to me." Suddenly, a rush of new viewers flooded in. "What the heck, what's this livestream titled?" "Damnit, the demons are grabbing views using our goddess Yue Ling?" "Hahaha, you human garbage have come to enjoy Lord Bai Hui's stream too?" "Who the hell are you? Wait, is this Bai Hui's broadcasting?" "Turns out this stream was pushed by the demon tribe." "This dumbass streamer? With a title insultingly targeting my sister Yue Ling, I'm going to slice them up!" "Come on, little girl, we're in the Ten Directions realm of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, the streamer is Bai Hui. If you dare, come quickly, haha." "Wait and see, don't get cocky!" "There's no point; even if you come, it's useless. By then, your number one beauty Yue Ling will have been beaten to death by Bai Hui." Human viewers paused, "Uh, what are you guys talking about?" Demon viewers snorted, "Didn't you see? Slaying Yue Ling." "Heh... sorry, couldn't help but laugh." "Hahaha, killing me with laughter, single-handed combat against Yue Ling?" "Another madman, helplessly lost." "Just a mere demon player daringly boasts of killing Yue Ling? Still dreaming?" Seeing the human players ridicule, the demon players' anger turned to mocking laughter, retorting, "Have you all begun believing your fabricated lies? Truly laughable!" "Lies? Haha, sure, whatever you say, Yue Ling is weak, go duel her." "What's with the sarcasm? Just wait until Bai Hui chops off her pretty head, and let's see if you can still laugh!" Bai Hui glanced at the livestream, slightly frowning, and calmly said, "No need to waste words with the humans; who's strong, who’s weak, will soon be evident."