I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 670. I'm the best!
Chana considers herself a person who focuses on the present, never dwells on the past, and never leaves behind anything useless.

After becoming a Spirit Master, she planned her strength in the same way, never learning any useless Spirit Robes.

She pursues efficiency, but also usefulness.

So for her...

It's useful, and that's important.

But now, she knows that she no longer needs to judge whether a spiritual garment, a divine relic, or a subordinate is useful; what she needs to judge is whether she is useful to Xia Feng.

On the way back to the safe house, she counted her uses and realized that she was of little use to Xiaofeng.
It seems to be useless now!

Her greatest use to Xia Feng is her status as a saintess, which gives her the opportunity to obtain an S-rank spirit garment.

But when Jiang Qiu'e replaced her and became Xia Feng's slave, her status as a saintess became dispensable.

If she dies, Xia Feng can still use Jiang Qiu'e to obtain an S-level spirit garment.

This was a major strategic blunder that she had not considered when she tried to persuade Jiang Qiu'e to surrender.

But it's too late now, and regretting your foolish tactics is useless.

She must pull herself together and prove herself useful again!
"Xiao Feng, as long as you don't hand me over."

Chana's beautiful purple eyes welled up with tears, and she looked at Xia Feng with a pitiful expression, her voice soft as she whispered, "My body is yours, you can do whatever you want to me~"

"???"

Xia Feng gave the woman a disdainful look and said helplessly, "Sister Naixue, it's been a few days, what have you been thinking about?"

Chana Yuki: "."

Xia Feng shook his head. It seemed that this stupid woman still didn't understand him enough. She didn't trust his character at all and thought he would abandon her to save his own life.

Are you kidding me? Is Xia Feng such a heartless and ungrateful person?

The platinum ring tossed up and fell back down. Xia Feng pondered for a moment, then put the ring into his storage space and said calmly, "Alright, Chana Xue, stop with the nonsense. As long as you behave yourself from now on, I will naturally not risk your life."

Seeing Xia Feng accept the ring, Chana Xue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her legs pressed tightly together under her skirt, and she sat up straight and nodded obediently: "Mmm."

He acted as if I was the most obedient person.

Xia Feng clicked his tongue, too lazy to pay attention to her pretense, and looked at Mu Qingtong, who was about to say something—

But as if sensing something, it suddenly looked up, its gaze piercing through layers of underground rocks to reach the boundless snowfield.

Looking into the distance.

In the distance, amidst the hazy sky shrouded in swirling snow and fog, three figures sped toward them, each exuding an aura more powerful than the last!
Xia Feng narrowed his dark eyes and activated his Deconstruction Eye with all his might, piercing through the mist to finally see the three people clearly.

At the very front was a man dressed in a black tailcoat, the long coat meticulously tailored, with silver secret thread patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs.

His long, dark hair cascaded down his back. He was handsome, but his skin was deathly pale. Only his eyes were deep and flashed with an eerie red light. A faint smile played on his lips. He had an aristocratic air and an arrogant demeanor.

He looks like a medieval vampire.

"This person is Apostle Leng Xiu, and also an A-rank spirit master who was chasing after that B-rank Naraku spirit master. After discovering that I had killed the B-rank Naraku spirit master, he turned his attention to me."

Chana explained, "Moreover, for him, if he could kill me, he could obtain two Naraku fragments at once."

Xia Feng nodded thoughtfully. The vampire-like man sometimes dispersed into blood bats and sometimes gathered into human form. He traveled at an extremely fast speed, and his spiritual pressure fluctuated.

Not far behind Leng Xiu, a shadowy figure draped in a gray robe followed closely behind. Indeed, the face and hands visible beneath the gray robe were entirely dark shadows.

Below it, a large area of ​​shadow moved rapidly, accompanied by countless eerie and sinister laughs that rustled and whispered, creating a chilling atmosphere, like a moving, bizarre natural disaster!
“Apostle Silent Shadow, a fourth-level spiritual master.” Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly. She had thoroughly investigated the members within Burning Heaven and remembered the code names and realms of all the apostles.

Xia Feng continued to look towards the distant eastern sky.

At the very back, a giant three meters tall swept across the sky, and the surrounding hail and snowflakes turned red and scorching hot, melting into intensely red magma, which fell like an endless downpour.

Wherever it went, it turned into a molten lava hell.

The giant was clad in majestic armor of pure gold, the surface of which was engraved with ancient and mysterious winding runes. His neck and head, which were not covered by the armor, were actually constructed of molten lava.

The molten head had no lips or nose, only a pair of crimson-gold eyes, their gaze indifferent and undisturbed.

"Apostle Burning City, Holy Realm Spirit Master".

Listening to Miss Mu's introduction, Xia Feng raised an eyebrow. This Saint Realm expert named "Burning City" must be the leader of the four-person team.

No wonder Chana Yuki suddenly became so timid and humbled herself. Being chased by this kind of team, with her meager skills, she had no chance of escaping.

Of course, Xia Feng estimated that even if he and Miss Mu combined their powers and used the Heavenly Wolf Throne, they might not be able to kill Apostle Burning City.

This is indeed a huge problem.

However, apart from the three apostles, Burning City, Silent Shadow, and Cold Cultivation.

What about the other apostle?

Xia Feng's gaze swept across the distant sky.

"The last one is the [Light Apostle], the legendary thirteenth apostle, and also the most mysterious apostle. It can only be seen in the brightest light in the sky." Chana looked up.

Xia Feng also turned his gaze upwards, where a few rays of sunlight pierced through layers of mist and snow, scattering golden light.

Xia Feng narrowed his dark eyes slightly, only then vaguely noticing that these lights were sometimes distorted and sometimes restored. And in the moment of distortion, a blurry figure made of light appeared.

The luminous man's face was a vortex of light, looking both eerie and sacred.

It seemed to drift leisurely between the lights.

Or perhaps, the light of day is its embodiment, omnipresent.

"Burning Heaven has twelve apostles, and there are detailed records of them all."

Cha Nai Xue glanced at the sky with a serious expression, but dared not look too long, lest she be discovered spying. "But since when did a being codenamed [Light Disciple] appear? There are rumors that it is the thirteenth apostle, and others say that it is the fifth seat of the Venerable. No one has ever seen it make a move. Its strength is unknown, and its identity is very mysterious."

Xia Feng observed for a while and indeed did not sense any spiritual pressure fluctuations from the luminous figure, as if there was no spiritual pressure at all.

Or perhaps it possesses some ability to conceal one's cultivation level?

While Xia Feng was pondering, he quickly looked away.

Because apart from the Lightbringer, the other three apostles had already approached this place in just a few moments.

They flew swiftly over the safe house without noticing the location of Xia Feng and his companions.

But as a large, eerie shadow swept across the snow-covered plain, the gray-robed figure of Ji Ying, who had already gone far away, stopped. A deep, hoarse voice came from the shadow's face: "Heh, Leng Xiu, the prey you wanted has hidden underground."

The handsome man, his face pale, gave a puzzled "oh" and looked down at the snowy plain with great interest.

(End of this chapter)