“Mm, who’s controlling the airflow here?”
Feeling the unusual movement of the air around her, Old Lady Victor—who was gripping her ghost greatsword, ready to take out as many of the supernatural beings from Fangfeng City as possible to help their plan go smoothly—suddenly got a bad feeling. She couldn’t help but mutter to herself.
“Are you guys okay?”
Yan Qi, who had transformed into Empress Daoyan, finally arrived late because she’d barely managed to find an excuse to slip away from her team’s office. After using her Wind Control Technique to blow away the pale yellow smoke and landing on the ground, she asked the members of the Supernatural Affairs Bureau with concern.
“Thank you, Miss Daoyan. We’re okay.”
The bureau members, knowing they had been saved thanks to Yan Qi, quickly expressed their gratitude.
“If you’re okay, then get out of here quickly. Once the fighting starts, I won’t be able to look out for you.”
“We’ll leave it to you then, Miss Daoyan. We’re going now.”
With that, the bureau members immediately left the plaza in front of the hotel.
“Was that gust of air movement just now your doing, little girl?”
Old Lady Victor’s gaze fell on Yan Qi, who had descended from the sky. She had clearly seen Yan Qi use supernatural powers before but hadn’t felt the aura of a supernatural being from her. Feeling both puzzled and wary, she asked.
“That’s right, I blew away that pale yellow smoke.”
Yan Qi, having formed a layer of Golden Light Incantation over her body, walked straight into the pale yellow smoke as she answered Old Lady Victor.
“If it was you, little girl, then why can’t I feel your aura?”
Remembering the anomaly she had noticed about Yan Qi earlier, Old Lady Victor asked while secretly activating the supernatural power of the Fire Demon Ghost inside her, planning to ambush Yan Qi and eliminate this unpredictable variable.
Hearing Old Lady Victor’s question and sensing her little trick, Yan Qi wasn’t bothered. She just showed a confident smile and said to her,
“It’s normal that you can’t feel my aura. After all, the supernatural power I use is very different from the supernatural power you use.”
“Very different? What kind of supernatural power could be so different from others?”
Old Lady Victor, now ready to strike, continued asking Yan Qi.
“You don’t need to know that.”
Yan Qi, holding her spiritual sword, said to Old Lady Victor with the same smile as before.
But before Yan Qi could finish her sentence, Old Lady Victor attacked her, launching a massive, powerful fireball.
Seeing this, Yan Qi, who had been prepared all along, immediately swung her spiritual sword, splitting the incoming fireball in half with a single strike. The two halves flew off to either side, successfully deflecting Old Lady Victor’s first wave of attack.
But that didn’t mean Yan Qi could relax, because right after the first wave, Old Lady Victor’s second wave came right behind it.
“Little girl, take this!”
As she spoke, Old Lady Victor used the supernatural power of the Lion Ghost to semi-beastify her body, granting herself physical strength far beyond that of an ordinary person. With just a light push of her foot, she charged straight toward Yan Qi, raised her Warrior Ghost’s greatsword, and swung it at Yan Qi’s neck.
Seeing how ferocious Old Lady Victor’s attack was, and knowing full well that her opponent was currently a four-star supernatural being, Yan Qi decisively stepped back a few paces to dodge the sharp blade.
Having successfully evaded Old Lady Victor’s second wave, Yan Qi naturally wasn’t going to let that slide without counterattacking. She quickly raised her sword and thrust it toward Old Lady Victor’s heart.
But Old Lady Victor wasn’t a scarecrow stuck in a field. She immediately took evasive action, knocking Yan Qi’s spiritual sword aside with her own blade.
“Wow, you’re pretty strong now, aren’t you?”
Feeling the immense power from Old Lady Victor transmitted through her spiritual sword just now, Yan Qi—who wasn’t too affected by it—looked up and said this to her.
Hearing Yan Qi’s words, Old Lady Victor, who knew very well how formidable her current state was, noticed that Yan Qi’s hand holding the sword wasn’t trembling at all. She frowned and spoke to her with growing wariness.
“Little girl, you’re even stronger than I imagined.”
“If I weren’t stronger than you imagined, I’d probably be dead by now.”
After responding to Old Lady Victor, Yan Qi—who had finished probing her opponent’s abilities and was confident she could take her down alone—didn’t want to waste any more precious time on her. She immediately released her own aura and activated Empress Daoyan’s skills.
“What?! You’re a four-star supernatural being too? And at the peak level? How is that possible?”
Feeling the four-star supernatural aura emanating from Yan Qi, Old Lady Victor—who had already been shocked once before by the appearance of the four-star supernatural being Jiu Zige—was now stunned again. She spoke with disbelief in her voice.
“There’s no such thing as impossible in this world. Surrender now.”
With that, Yan Qi held nothing back. She leaped into the air and executed Empress Daoyan’s skill, Daoyan Sword Art. Her spiritual sword transformed into three thousand sword shadows, surrounding Old Lady Victor completely and launching the final attack.
Seeing the dense, impenetrable ring of sword shadows around her, Old Lady Victor—experiencing an attack of this caliber for the first time in her life—broke out in a cold sweat on her forehead.
But she didn’t panic. Instead, she raised her greatsword, trying to carve out a sliver of a chance for herself amidst the storm of blades.
However, against such an overwhelming difference in power, Old Lady Victor’s struggle was destined to be futile.
Soon after, Yan Qi withdrew her spiritual sword and landed back on the ground.
Old Lady Victor stood there dazed for a few seconds before slowly collapsing. The blood seeping from her wound dyed her clothes a striking deep red, and she completely lost her combat ability.
“Alright, that’s one problem handled over here. Now I’ll have to see how my other clones are doing.”
Yan Qi muttered to herself, then turned her gaze toward the direction Maka and Hua Yiya had fled in.
