Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 1061 - 663: The Boss Battle

Chapter 1061: Chapter 663: The Boss Battle

A sense of urgency surged within Xu Yuan’s heart.

The personalities of Bi Wang Prototype One and Le Ziren the Enchantress were polar opposites, and yet both were extremely volatile. A single misunderstanding in their words could very likely end in a life-or-death struggle.

Surrounded by formidable enemies, Xu Yuan didn’t have the time to relay all the critical information gaps to Feng Jiuxuan.

However, to Xu Yuan’s surprise, Feng Jiuxuan’s reaction remained calm throughout, completely unaffected by Tian Ye’s provocations.

The moment he descended, Feng Jiuxuan noticed something peculiar about this Saintess.

Her cultivation was still at Origin Peak, yet the aura emanating from her was dangerous even to him.

As soon as she spoke, Feng Jiuxuan’s vast experience allowed him to piece together the context and sequence of events.

This Jiatiange Saintess had been replaced.

She was no longer the Tianyan he once spoke with.

"Is this the Soul Hosting Technique?"

The moment Feng Jiuxuan’s voice rang out, Xu Yuan, who had meticulously prepared his words, immediately offered a succinct explanation to his uncle:

"Uncle, for now, she’s not our enemy, but..."

Before he could finish his sentence,

the figures of Feng Jiuxuan and Tian Ye vanished on the spot.

Simultaneously,

a terrifying, massive gust of wind exploded upwards from below!

Emperor Bai had made his move.

Not giving them any chance to exchange further intel, a force of sheer brutality coalesced into the form of a massive, semi-tangible dragon shadow, roaring as it dive-bombed toward Xu Yuan with a deafening howl.

In combat of this magnitude, Xu Yuan couldn’t possibly react in time. He could only rely on the black Origin Qi that enveloped his body, triggering his Step Void Slash the moment it resonated with the Qi Mechanism.

However, before the dragon shadow reached Xu Yuan, a man clad in immaculate white robes had already stepped in front of him. The beam of light shaped like a dragon was instantly cleaved in two by a resplendent white sword arc that lit up the entire Sky Dome.

The split dragon-light beam didn’t dissipate but instead continued rushing skyward, leaving two web-like cracks on the City Defense Canopy amidst the ear-shattering boom.

With one sword strike completed,

wild gusts of wind billowed around Feng Jiuxuan’s white robes, yet his gaze, now slightly peculiar, remained fixed on the golden-eyed girl who had appeared almost simultaneously before Changtian. His eyes betrayed a hint of confusion.

Didn’t you just claim to be neutral?

Tian Ye paid him no mind, smirking lightly as she said, "Although I’m not at my peak, the fact that you, a Sword Saint, can outrun me shows you have some skill. Perhaps I was overthinking things."

Hearing this, Feng Jiuxuan chose to selectively ignore her provocations, instantly understanding the true meaning behind her declaration of neutrality.

So she’s only here to ensure Changtian’s survival?

Yet among the elite tacticians present in Holy City, their swift realization that this was her stance was not unique; four others within Zhenxi Prefecture had also figured it out.

From atop the city wall, the stooped elder’s transmitted voice swiftly reached the ears of the other Four Saints:

"As long as you don’t attack Xu Changtian, this esteemed Saintess doesn’t seem inclined to intervene..."

"......"

Hearing this, the half-dead Mu Xingyi immediately exhaled with relief.

His concern for Xu Yuan’s safety right now was probably no less than Feng Jiuxuan’s. But it wasn’t because he genuinely wanted Xu Yuan to survive—rather, in Saint-level combat, even a passing blow would leave Xu Yuan’s body utterly obliterated, jeopardizing Nuonuo’s chances of completing herself.

Alas, the elder’s next words caused Mu Xingyi’s heart to sink abruptly:

"But I think we should test this theory. You all witnessed the Dayan Sword Saint’s prowess that one night; directly besieging him is too risky. Why not focus our attacks on Xu Changtian to restrict his movements first?"

At these words, Tian Yuan cast a cold, expressionless glance at the elder who was smiling faintly.

Qin Ke’s words were undoubtedly directed at her.

Though only mentioning Feng Jiuxuan, "Tianyan" had already made her stance clear. Targeting Xu Changtian was equivalent to declaring the intent to kill "Tianyan," this Jiatiange Saintess.

After a brief moment of silence, Tian Yuan replied in an icy, steady tone:

"Stick to the original plan. Emperor Bai and I will stall the Sword Saint; Qin Ke, focus on dismantling the City Defense Array layer by layer."

Meanwhile, Emperor Bai completely ignored the elder’s suggestion, his dragon eyes deep with thought as they locked onto the slash marks on his palm scales.

The wounds weren’t deep—they barely penetrated a few millimeters into the scales and didn’t draw blood. However, in that probing exchange, he had found himself slightly outmatched.

The Sword Saint’s Slash Strike had pierced through his Phantom Dragon defenses, forcing him to expose his Scale Armor for protection.

In the next moment, he moved again.

His indifferent dragon pupils fixed on the white-robed figure, and in an instant, he was directly in front of Feng Jiuxuan.

This time, he ignored Xu Changtian entirely, choosing instead to face the Dayan Sword Saint head-on!

This sudden turn of events left the stooped elder atop the city wall momentarily dumbfounded. A fleeting look of astonishment crossed his face before his lips curled into a wry, faint smile.

The Lord of the Ancient Abyss seems to have quite the pride...

But if that’s truly the case, it might save them a lot of trouble.

Emperor Bai’s charge was lightning-fast, but Feng Jiuxuan’s response was equally swift. In a mere flash, his ascending sword spiraled, radiating icy light, spawning countless sword trails that entirely blocked off all possible approaches from the dragon lord.

Sword light clashed with dragon shadows in the Sky Dome,

and in an instant, the battle reached a fever pitch.

In the "Cangyuan Chronicles," Xu Yuan had once imagined chaotic battles between various stylistically distinct bosses, but now that it was truly happening before his eyes, all he felt was sheer bewilderment.

Just like that night in Di’an,

he couldn’t see a thing—aside from blinding light pollution, there was nothing but chaos to his view.

But every glimmer in this onslaught wasn’t just for show; sword light and dragon shadows turned a dozen streets of Zhenxi Prefecture City into rubble in mere moments. Countless swarming insects and sect soldiers vanished silently amidst the destruction, cracks tracing across the city’s overhead Heavenly Canopy.

At this moment,

Tian Ye floated gracefully to Xu Yuan’s side, chuckling lightly as she said:

"Without outside interference, it could take days for those two to determine a winner."

"Huh?" Xu Yuan snapped back to reality.

Tian Ye smiled enigmatically as she clarified, "Emperor Bai has dragged your uncle into a prolonged struggle. The dominant party won’t dare to get careless, and the underdog won’t risk taking a critical hit. Neither side will have the chance to widen the gap or unleash their most powerful spells or sword techniques. Generally, this type of battle lasts until one of them falls."

She paused, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto the two figures now clashing hundreds of meters away. She laughed softly and added, "For now, though, it looks like your uncle has the upper hand. Unfortunately, his strikes can’t cause substantial damage to the Lord of the Ancient Abyss. And who knows if the Pavilion Master or that old man will intervene? Feng Jiuxuan will likely have to change his approach soon..."

...

In just a dozen breaths of time,

the vestment robe masking Emperor Bai’s human form had been entirely shredded, revealing a powerful body encased in dragon scales. Countless sword marks were carved onto him, golden dragon blood oozing faintly from each cut.

Opposite him, Feng Jiuxuan was still clad in spotless white, pristine and unmarred. The raging winds around him mirrored his swordplay—fierce as a hurricane, relentless as the tides.

Yet, with the passage of time, Feng Jiuxuan’s sharp senses detected something amiss.

The sword scars marring Emperor Bai’s scales multiplied, yet the cuts seemed to grow shallower with each strike.

The change was almost imperceptible. Even a Saint’s perspective might have failed to notice it, but Feng Jiuxuan’s elevated state within the Sword Realm picked up on its growing discrepancy.

Were his Slashes weakening?

Or had Emperor Bai’s Scale Armor grown sturdier?

No—

This was... the Dragon Clan’s innate talent?

Feng Jiuxuan couldn’t discern the exact mechanism, but he knew one thing for certain: this couldn’t go on.

As soon as he detected the clue, Feng Jiuxuan adjusted his tactics. His sword deflected a devastating punch, using the impact’s force as cover while his left hand quickly formed a sword technique.

Sacred Origin surged, and in an instant, a Law Sword materialized behind him.

The Law Sword was formless, colorless, and silent. Carving through the void, it shot straight for Emperor Bai’s chest.

Emperor Bai gave no indication that he noticed. He charged forward unrelentingly, fist raised.

It wasn’t until the very last moment—when the Law Sword was about to strike—that he abruptly changed tactics, grasping the invisible blade with his bare hand. He exerted force, attempting to crush it completely.

But the anticipated shatter never occurred. Instead, the razor-sharp blade sliced through his palm’s dragon scales, blood spurting out as his fingers were nearly severed.

This injury, however, bought Emperor Bai the moment he needed to unleash a devastating punch.

As the Lord of the Ancient Abyss, his incomparable brute strength erupted in full force!

Feng Jiuxuan’s brow furrowed immediately, his Nameless Ancient Sword raised defensively. But the instant dragon-clad fists met his blade, his usually stoic pupils constricted sharply.

So heavy...

This strike was unbearably heavy—too heavy for him to withstand!

At that very moment,

"Awooooo—"

A wolf’s howl suddenly reverberated, accompanied by the dazzling emergence of a blinding light sphere in Feng Jiuxuan and Emperor Bai’s peripheral vision.

The light sphere, purely condensed from Sacred Origin, sped toward them at a velocity almost imperceptible to the naked eye...

The target, locked directly onto Emperor Bai!