316: Chapter 316 Let's all come at each other!

Chen Meier knew that the current situation was extremely dire; she had to win at least three rounds just to slightly ease the pressure.

How could that be easy?

The enemy Royal Class member named She Yue was by no means an easy opponent; in his final strike, Tian Sheng had used every trick up his sleeve, yet he had only managed to severely injure him rather than kill him.

Chen Meier leaped down from the city wall, floating down gracefully onto the battlefield.

Among the demon crowd, demonic figures stirred, and a young man with dragon horns growing from his head stepped forward. Holding a folding fan in his hand, he possessed an extraordinary air, looking just like a noble young lord.

The dragon-horned young man spoke first, "Greetings, beautiful lady. Please give me time to make an elegant self-introduction. My name is Xuan Xing, and I hail from the royal line of the Heavenly Winged Demon Dragon Clan."

Chen Meier knitted her brows. Another Royal Class member from one of the three strongest clans.

Among the Royal Class of the demon race, the Tuitian Demon Snake, Heavenly Winged Demon Dragon, and Sun and Moon Divine Demons were notoriously the most difficult to deal with—this was a universally acknowledged fact throughout Snowfield Dragon City.

She replied in a cold voice, "Chen Meier."

Xuan Xing snapped his folding fan shut. "Chen Meier—what a lovely name, and you're quite a beauty too. This actually makes me a bit reluctant to strike."

As soon as he spoke, laughter echoed from the rear of the demon army.

"Hahaha, well said, Third Prince! How about you add another condition to the wager? If that woman loses, she marries the Third Prince, how about it?"

"Look at what you're saying! His Highness Xuan Xing is not in the least inferior to She Yue, so how could he possibly lose? In my opinion, we should just kidnap the woman right now!"

"That woman's looks are barely worthy of His Highness Xuan Xing!"

Xuan Xing chided them, "Do not be rude! Don't offend the beauty!"

However, although he reprimanded his subordinates verbally, the expression on his face betrayed his true thoughts—haughty and disrespectful.

Chen Meier snorted coldly, "Barbarian wretches, pretending to practice human etiquette? In the end, it's nothing more than a crude imitation that only makes fools of yourselves!"

Xuan Xing hurriedly explained, "My subordinates are just ignorant, Miss Meier, please don't be angry!"

Chen Meier said coldly, "It begins!"

As a woman, especially a beautiful one, it was easy to suffer verbal harassment.

No matter how much she told herself that this was merely the enemy's tactic to unsettle her mind, her emotions were inevitably disturbed.

Therefore, Chen Meier chose to strike directly.

The moment her words fell, she charged forward in an arrow-like dash.

In her hands was no longer a long whip, but a dragon beating whip cast from bronze.

The dragon beating whip was three feet long, resembling a sword in appearance, except it lacked a sharp edge; instead, it was a rounded cylinder composed of nine sections.

Unhurried, Xuan Xing took two steps back to dodge the first wave of attacks. "Why the hurry? Let's chat a bit more, Miss Meier."

Chen Meier acted as if she hadn't heard him, continuing to swing the dragon beating whip as she pressed the attack.

Her dragon beating whip surprisingly created the effect of a flexible whip, unleashing countless whip shadows into the surrounding air, forcing Xuan Xing onto the defensive.

Chen Meier was already at the peak of Ninth Tier, serving as an ace to hold the line.

With her firepower unleashed at full force, even Xuan Xing couldn't help but be secretly startled. "Good, good, good! If you want to fight, then let us fight!"

Xuan Xing stopped dodging. Forming hand seals with his fingers, he performed a secret technique.

The Heavenly Winged Demon Dragon Clan was famous for their formidable physical bodies, but Xuan Xing was different. Like his ancestor Xuan Xiang, he preferred researching spell techniques.

Black array patterns suddenly appeared in the sky.

The moment the array patterns condensed, hundreds of demonic flames began spouting downward, raining down like a world-ending firestorm.

Chen Meier activated her Talent Divine Ability, creating countless clones. There was no real or fake among them; as long as she willed it, every clone could be her real body, or every clone could be a fake.

Countless graceful silhouettes continued to charge forward. Halfway through, they would be hit by the demonic flames and dissipate.

However, this did not mean Chen Meier was at a disadvantage. On the contrary, once one of her clones was struck by demonic flames, the other clones would avoid that position.

Repeating this process, Chen Meier unexpectedly found a safe path and broke through.

*Swish—*

Chen Meier's dragon beating whip suddenly enlarged countless times, collapsing like a sky-supporting pillar to crash down upon Xuan Xing.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Xuan Xing's mouth. "You've got some skill, but that's as far as it goes!"

With a gentle swipe of his finger, a pitch-black longsword appeared in front of him. Sword qi swept outwards, colliding with the dragon beating whip.

*Bang!*

Chen Meier was knocked backward, her arms numb from the shock.

Xuan Xing sneered, "My Heavenly Winged Demon Dragon Clan excels in physical strength to begin with. For you to choose close-quarters combat is truly foolish."

With that, he took two quick steps, suddenly arriving in front of Chen Meier, and lashed out with a kick.

Chen Meier hadn't even regained her footing when she was struck head-on by this kick, flying backward once again.

In a clash between experts, once one fell into a disadvantage, it was extremely difficult to turn the tides.

Xuan Xing was relentless, launching a series of fierce attacks that struck heavily against Chen Meier.

Chen Meier knitted her delicate brows; her entire body throbbed with pain as if hit repeatedly by a heavy truck, her internal organs nearly shaken loose.

This Third Prince of the Heavenly Winged Demon Dragon Clan was indeed formidable, not inferior to She Yue earlier in the slightest, and perhaps even slightly stronger.

Chen Meier could only struggle to block the opponent's onslaught.

After several exchanges, Chen Meier's aura rapidly waned; she was clearly severely injured. Yet Xuan Xing remained poised and elegant, looking as though he hadn't had his fill.

However, Xuan Xing stopped his attacks.

Chen Meier felt a wave of alarm and knew something was wrong. There was no way he didn't know the logic of pressing an advantage; stopping now meant he was surely preparing a far more lethal killer move.

A trace of mockery flashed across Xuan Xing's face. "It's over!"

Forming hand seals with both hands, an extremely thin black ray of light extended from his fingertips and shot forward like a lightning bolt.

Chen Meier was already heavily wounded; neither her reaction speed nor her defense was at its peak. With her frail human body, if this strike landed, it meant certain death!

Xuan Xing was already displaying a victorious smile.

Chen Meier felt a mix of despair and annoyance... After all, there was no turning the tide now.

On the city wall, Marshal Gu Qinglin and the other generals had already taken a step forward, intending to save her.

Suddenly.

*Shing!*

Without anyone noticing when, a figure appeared in front of Chen Meier, holding a longsword, executing a casual horizontal sweep.

The seemingly unstoppable black beam was sliced clean through. Disrupted, it veered off and shot into the open ground on both sides, leaving terrifying black trenches in the earth.

Everyone was stunned.

When did that happen, and who was it?

Marshal Gu Qinglin was the first to react. Looking at the young figure on the battlefield in disbelief, he muttered uncertainly, "Little Junior Brother?"

The others were all dumbfounded.

"Is that the Young Marshal?"

"Holy crap! I was wondering why he looked so familiarly handsome—it's the Young Marshal!"

"It's Shen Xingchen... The Young Marshal is back!"

"..."

On the battlefield.

Shen Xingchen smiled as he looked at the dragon-horned young man. "Over? It's far too early. You... no, all of you, come at me together!"