139 - I’m Really Not an NPC

"I imagine Baihui has influenced Yue Ling to some degree. If we unite, there's still a chance!" "Even if she's a level 50 boss, Baihui surely injured her. Don't be afraid!" However, an icy, chilling female voice shattered the demonic race's final illusions. "Wanxiang: Lightning Defense!" The human race erupted with excitement, shouting, "It's here, it's here! Hahaha." "Tremble in fear, shiver, ye demons! Goddess Yue Ling has unleashed her full fury!" With the First Snow Sword in hand, her spiritual energy flowed like rivers and seas. Above the Lingquan Valley, a massive thundery cloud stretched across the sky, casting an oppressive and uneasy atmosphere. "Is this the power of heaven and earth? Yue Ling can communicate with the forces of the universe?" "Quick, prepare for defense!" Amidst the demons' horrified gazes, a torrential storm of lightning descended upon them, as if it were the end of the world. The demonic players screamed and fled, hundreds perishing in an instant, their once-menacing assault utterly dismantled in the blink of an eye. "Hahaha, demons, what do you make of this rumor now?" Despite the biting sarcasm, the demonic players refused to concede. With a cold snort, they said, "Yue Ling is formidable, but perhaps you're celebrating a bit prematurely. No matter how formidable she is, today she will surely fall!" "Heh heh, Yue Ling wants to escape, can you stop her?" "Are you talking about teleportation? Heh heh, you still don't know, do you? This place has been sealed off from space." "Space lockdown? This is bad!" The humans truly panicked, exclaiming in shock and anger, "Shameless, you've set up a space lockdown?" "This isn't good. Hurry, hurry to the rescue! Yue Ling can't die!" "It's too late. Even teleporting to Shifang's Realm would take at least an hour. By then, it's all over." Seeing the humans fall into despair, the demonic players finally regained their composure, their previously sour mood turning joyous again. Yue Ling may be immensely gifted, but what good is a dead person? As the lightning gradually dissipated, Shifang stood solemn, staring at the desolate ground, speaking with a serious tone, "Yue Ling, if you don't fall today, you will become a great threat to the demon race in the future!" "Shifang!" Yue Ling suddenly spoke coldly, "I respect you as the demon sovereign, and today I offer you ten moves." "What?" Everyone couldn't believe their ears, looking at her with stunned expressions. Had she gone mad? Or had a string of victories inflated her ego? In truth, Yue Ling wasn't being overconfident. Conceding the initiative was indeed dangerous, yet faced with the demon sovereign Shifang, she knew she stood no chance. By concealing her true capabilities, she might just preserve a sliver of hope. Shifang was visibly taken aback, then his gaze suddenly became icy. He let out a light chuckle, a sinister killing intent locking onto Yue Ling, and said softly, "Do you really think you're invincible?" "I'm curious now, just how many moves can you withstand from me?" "Three moves? Two moves? Or maybe just one?" Yue Ling remained silent, her slender fingers quietly gripping the hilt of the First Snow Sword. Shifang slowly unsheathed his long sword, murmuring, "This sword, Blue Wave." "This sword... First Snow." The winds ceased, and the sounds of insects and birds fell silent. The two stood tensely about tens of meters apart, locking eyes in concentration. Everyone held their breath, beads of sweat unknowingly trickling down their faces. Yue Ling's ebony, silky hair floated lightly in the air, the First Snow Sword reflected a chilling glint, and her previously serene gaze grew solemn. Suddenly, Shifang was surrounded by an emerald glow, like ripples from a green pond undulating around him. "The first sword!" From the ripples, a sharp blade burst forth, carrying layers of waves, crashing towards Yue Ling. Viewers in the livestream couldn't help but gasp, "The Ten Swords of Shattered Dreams!" "Shifang's most potent move, used without reservation!" Yue Ling's mind remained clear and calm, wielding the First Snow Sword with seemingly mundane motions yet encapsulating profound mastery. "What, still basic swordplay? Yue Ling is audacious and reckless!" "Buzz!" The First Snow Sword vibrated, creating layers of sword shadows. To everyone's shock, its vibration frequency perfectly matched the waves generated by Shifang's Blue Wave sword stroke. Miraculously, the tips of the First Snow and Blue Wave swords met, resulting in neither a cataclysmic explosion nor a crushing collapse, but rather an elegant dance like two entwined butterflies. "An unbelievable outcome!" "Yue Ling's control over swordplay has reached such a remarkable level?" "Even the revered Sword Immortal of the Azure Cloud could not achieve more!" The first of Shifang’s swords was thus effortlessly neutralized by her. Even Shifang couldn't help but silently admire her skill. "The second sword!" ... "The third sword!" ... "The sixth sword!" Within the rippling blue waves, the faint sound of a dragon’s roar could be heard, and suddenly, an immense dragon of emerald light surged forth like a dragon emerging from the abyss. Yue Ling's expression turned grave as she melded with her sword, transformed into a soaring stream of light, leaping skyward. "Sword Stance: Return to Ruins!" Beneath the skies, the dazzling white sword light captured everyone's attention. No one noticed a hidden constellation on the ground, the Big Dipper radiating brilliantly, its luminescence merging into the white sword light. "Roar!" The dragon's roar reverberated, shaking the heavens. Sword intent soared to the skies, stirring the nine heavens. "Boom!" The interaction of white and green light sent a million rays shooting forth, blinding all with their brilliance. As the light receded, Shifang stood still, his attire tidy, his gaze calm, yet his expression was notably solemn. Yue Ling held her sword at a diagonal, her white robe untouched by dust, her demeanor composed, seemingly unharmed. "The sixth sword... Mo Xiaoxiao, the level 60 boss, once met her end at this sword." "Yue Ling, just what level is she? Might she truly be as the humans claim, a formidable level 120?" Little did they know that beneath the cover of her First Snow attire, Yue Ling's right arm was trembling slightly, but with her astonishing control, she maintained a stable grip on the First Snow Sword, revealing nothing amiss. She thought privately, "Is this my limit?" Shifang slowly lifted the Blue Wave Sword to his chest, speaking coldly, "The seventh sword!" In that instant, from the green pond water emerged a moon, surreal in its ascent from the surface. A cold, lonely, and desolate aura enveloped the hearts of all present. Yue Ling's lips pressed tightly together, resignation creeping in, "This sword, I cannot withstand." Is this death? Glancing at the items in her inventory, she hesitated slightly. If she were to die now, she would lose nothing but a resurrection gem. Should she risk everything, accepting loss to seize that thread of hope? Amidst her internal conflict, her heart abruptly jolted, "Why am I thinking this cowardly?" Had her prolonged transformation truly made her forget the courage to fight with abandon? No, she couldn’t believe that!