The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"Neither you nor Ariana are normal."

"One keeps something to himself but does it secretly, while the other wants to do something but needs to find a satisfactory reason."

"So, in the end, are we going to have to resort to some vague and ethereal theories of fatalism and bloodlines again?"

Ning Feng's lips curled up, revealing the ferocious edge hidden beneath his gentlemanly exterior.

"Ultimately, should we attribute everything to gods and fate?"

He had had enough of the other party's one-sided words.

"boring."

The mortal stood atop the mountain, rebuking the angel with disgust.

"We survived not because of divine mercy."

Cecilia stared at Ning Feng, and in a moment of reverie, she noticed that Ning Feng looked somewhat similar to Ariana.

[My little angel, I don't actually care what you think~]

That evil being who always smiled, but never revealed his true feelings to anyone.

Born of evil, but her actions were never purely evil.

And now, he's actually sacrificing so much for others?

What changed her?

But in the next instant, Cecilia seemed to see another person in Ning Feng.

The way he held the sword, the sharp edge he exuded.

A handsome angel with golden hair, dressed in silver armor, was bowing to him, sword in hand.

My lord, the words of judgment are willing to serve you and our Lord!

You chose him too.

Why is that?

Was it just because of the last few words Ning Feng said?

Then, Cecilia saw a new scene.

Looking into Ning Feng's defiant eyes, she vaguely saw a crowned figure angrily rebuking fate.

With her eyes lowered, she spoke softly:

"So... what do you expect now that you're drawing your sword against me?"

Why are you holding a sword?

"Is there even a need to ask?"

His aura surged, blood and black intertwined in Ning Feng's eyes, and his tone became excited.

"Of course, it's for fighting."

Otherwise, would I have drawn my sword just for show?

If someone is willful, then I can be willful too, is that okay?

"........."

Cecilia remained silent, then gently shook her head.

Click, click, click!

Silently watching, the chains crumbled and dissipated, and the wounds on his body began to heal rapidly.

Wings made of pure light spread out behind them, their intense radiance illuminating the void.

Clang!

Cecilia drew a lightsaber of the same specifications as the [Words of Judgment], slowly raised it, and aimed it at the man opposite her.

"Then enjoy it, this is what you wanted..."

With a flick of his wrist, a dazzling flame surged toward the fearless man.

"fighting."

boom!!!

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A beam of light shot into the sky, tearing through the void and sweeping across the entire expanse with an aura that illuminated the entire void.

Like a tidal wave, like the collapse of the sky.

Faced with the sword that arrived in an instant, Ning Feng's figure appeared so small.

Without dodging, he unleashed the full power of his legendary longsword, slashing forward!

The swords clashed.

No sound came out.

But in the next instant, Ning Feng's body disappeared from the spot, and the golden sword light did not stop at all, striking the spot where he landed.

boom!

The mountain of corpses beneath their feet shattered completely, with most of it instantly vaporizing in the flames.

The figure reappeared in its original position, and Ning Feng looked at the void beneath his feet with emotion.

"That was close!"

There was nothing beneath his feet, but he did not fall.

The bat wings on his back tore through his clothes, stretching out freely, allowing him to stand in the void as well.

He had changed out of his previously blood-stained, glamorous suit into a new one. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and whistled.

"That's really outrageous!"

The aura remained unchanged; a simple, unassuming swing of the sword resulted in this outcome?

Is there any possibility that...?

Was that just a basic attack?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Wow.

We really need to be careful.

The opponent was like a heavy truck, while he was just a slightly larger toy car; the difference in strength was too great.

It will shatter with the slightest touch.

She can fail many times, but I can only fail once.

that……

Should we give up?

If you sincerely apologize and admit that you were indeed a bit loud, the other person should forgive you, right?

Or perhaps Cecilia didn't take Ning Feng's offense to heart at all, and couldn't even begin to forgive him.

Just stop now and sincerely apologize.

Everything can be happily restored, as if nothing ever happened.

I forgive you for taking the liberty of training and observing me, and I forgive my offense in taking action.

Thinking about it this way, isn't this a solution that would make everyone happy?

...Yeah, right.

The longsword danced in his hand, creating a few sword flowers, and Ning Feng's body emitted dark red blood energy as he charged towards the angel!

Rush!

As Ning Feng sprinted at high speed, his appearance continued to mutate, even after he had already become demonized.

Roar.

Stained with scarlet, Ning Feng's eyes became vertical, like those of a feline, as he stared intently at Cecilia.

stab.

His body swelled, and the clothes on his upper body tore open as he suddenly grew larger, shattering at the same time as he swung his sword.

Silver and red patterns shimmered on his sturdy chest, intertwining and sparkling with a brilliant light.

Sharp scales protruded from his joints, and his whole being began to transform into the demonic half.

Compared to the previous changes, Ning Feng now appeared even more ferocious and monstrous.

Extremely deep demonization.

In reality, Ning Feng would have to stop once he reached this point, otherwise it could lead to some irreversible consequences.

Fortunately, this is a world of dreams.

In dreams, anything is possible.

Cecilia calmly watched Ning Feng charge towards her with astonishing momentum, without making a move to force him back; her eyes remained calm and unwavering.

He only raised his sword when the blade was almost upon him, about to fall.

Clang!

The seemingly effortless movement caused Ning Feng's longsword to swing dramatically backward.