Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Dozens of people...

Hundreds of people...

Several hundreds of people...

Nearly a thousand people...

As a 'Sword Guardian,' once renowned alongside the 'Godly General,' though they had long since declined, descendants still survived.

The strife within the city erupted once more, but this time it was not against outsiders, but against once familiar faces, old friends, and even close kin.

"Old He, do you really intend to go against the will of His Majesty and follow that young girl?"

At the entrance to an alley, seven 'Godly Generals' clad in golden copper armor stopped around ten 'Sword Guardians' wearing White Goose Feather Clothes. Compared to the impressively equipped 'Godly Generals,' these Sword Guardians were inferior in both transcendent strength and equipment, with the highest among them only at Sequence 3.

"Qin Sheng, don't stop me. It was because of your hesitation back then that the second miss almost died in that chaotic battle. Today, I will not miss this chance for redemption." The Sword Guardian in white feather clothes, holding an Octahedral Ancient Sword, replied softly.

"Redemption? You think too highly of yourself. I'm just reluctant to see an old friend die futilely under the sword," he raised the long-handled broadsword in his hand, and as it sliced through the air, it brought a whistling wind.

"Stop right there! If you don't leave this alley, you can still save your life. If you continue forward, I will have no choice but to reluctantly take your life." His body slightly crouched, and wisps of smoke rose from his golden copper armor, formidable and ready to strike.

The leading Sword Guardian took a deep breath, and just as everyone thought he would give up and retreat, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword edge in his hand flashed with a dim blue cold light.

"Form the array!"

"Understood!"

Cold longswords, like birds flitting through the forest, charged toward the obstructing 'Godly Generals,' changing trajectory mid-course to avoid the imposing sharpness of the 'Godly Generals' and directly target their weak points.

The harsh sword edges penetrated gaps in the armor, or undefended spots like the underarms or neck, drawing bursts of blood.

"Technique of Intricate Carving!"

The leading 'Godly General,' with golden light in his eyes, then ferociously slashed his broadsword, releasing Divine Electricity, splitting the attacking Sword Guardian right in half, and causing the broken blade to crash against the nearby wall before tumbling to the ground.

Facing such opponents, the Sword Guardians in the alley couldn't help but engage in a bitter struggle, being pushed back steadily.

In the main street's center, where the most 'Godly Generals' gathered, there also converged the arriving 'Sword Guardians.'

The hundred or so elite 'Godly Generals' who had previously slain the black-clothed priest were still there, their bodies emanating intense Magic Power, while the weapons in their hands crackled with golden electric arcs, buzzing ceaselessly.

"Whoever dares to step forward will be shown no mercy!"

The Godly Generals shouted loudly, their voices thundering like rapid lightning, rolling down the street, causing the Sword Guardians in front to falter, some even feeling dizzy and unstable.

"You guys..." Ge Lianfeng started to speak, looking at the 'Godly Generals,' but Hexia interrupted him.

She shook her head, signaling the Sword Guardians to temporarily stand behind her while she stepped forward, slowly drawing the silver-bladed ancient sword from her sheath. At this time, she had changed into the clothes her mother had left behind in the city; the attire was snow-white, with wide sleeves conforming to her figure, while the belt at her waist and the lining were dyed blue like Swallow Grass, just like the color in the young girl's eyes.

One blue and one red, to distinguish herself from her mother.

As she closed her eyes to recall the figure of her mother dancing the sword in front of the Red Building twenty years ago, all eyes gathered on the young girl as she began to move slowly. Her actions seemed identical to the sword dance from years before, but the fluttering sleeves and the sword's edge suggested a breeze flowing through, passing through the alleys of the Forbidden City.

The Dance of Worship was originally a means for shamanesses to manipulate the earth's dragon veins to influence the local climate and soil. Since there were no dragon veins on this planet, the techniques for manipulating and guiding the dragon veins naturally had no use. The fact that Gu Yongrong was able to dance in the air in front of the Red Building, guiding the atmosphere with this undocumented swordsmanship, was already an astonishment without precedent.

Yet Tilan surpassed even that. After awakening her Talent, she could see glimpses of the auspicious light remaining from time within the remnants of the swordsmanship, thus gaining a hint of the true essence retained within the sword technique.

Seeing the blue sash and cuffs fluttering, the sword light dancing, and the gentle breezes wrapping around her, the Aijieka Particles in the air started to quiet down as if acquiring that cool hue.

"We can't let her continue to dance with her sword. Forward!"

Feeling the burning force on their bodies cooling down in the breeze, the leading Godly General frowned and bellowed, then these 'Godly Generals,' like Heavenly Soldier Generals, burst forward with formidable momentum towards the slender girl in the middle of the street, their blades cold, sharp, and unreservedly lethal.

Amongst the blurring silhouettes, Hexia's figure swayed like a turning swallow, gracefully navigating through the gaps of the Godly Generals' slashing blades, narrowly avoiding the edges entwined with Divine Electricity, and then suddenly swinging her sword blade around, inserting it into the scabbard in her left hand.

In an instant, the pale blue eyes snapped open, and a tragic, stunning giant arc swept through from midair.

'Azure Bird's Inheritance: Swallow Clipping Moon!'

The cutting arc brought by the sword blade exploded among the 'Godly Generals,' slashing through the Long Halberds, broadswords, and Armor that came into contact with it, raising splattering blood. If not for Hexia's restraint, several would have been dead on the spot.

"Rebel!"

Turning back around, the warrior with the painted face was not grateful; instead, he grew angrier, feeling that the young girl had not taken them seriously at all, as she was still naively holding back even then.

"For heaven smites the wicked, with divine authority unwavering, I call upon the Heavenly Soldier General to possess me!"