Super God: There's a mischievous Xi in my head

"Bitch! You...!!"

Is that really Keisha herself? Then, how much of her strength can she unleash in this form?

Want to give it a try...?

Tom, don't embarrass yourself!

It was as if a voice was urging her on. Morgana gritted her teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in her eyes—

Regardless of whether it's the real person or not, let's fight first!

Without further hesitation, her dark energy erupted, and her demonic claws tore through space, charging straight forward with overwhelming ferocity!

'Azure Feather' shook his head. 'A meaningless test'

The demonic claw, powerful enough to tear a planet apart, now hovered three feet in front of him like a flying insect frozen in amber, even the dark energy surrounding it had fallen into a deathly silence.

"How about we catch up?" he said softly, the gold in his left eye gradually fading back to its original color.

At the same time, he raised his left hand, his five fingers slightly spread—

Morgana suddenly felt the whole world plunge into absolute darkness.

"This is...!?" She looked around in shock and found herself in a pure void, as if she had been dragged into some isolated realm.

What chilled her to the bone was that her connection to the armory had been completely severed, and she couldn't even sense the dark dimension anymore.

When did Keisha become so terrifying?!

This was certainly not Keisha's power; it was Cang Yu's method.

Black magic "Sky Domain"

Of course, it would be a pipe dream for Cang Yu to completely imprison Morgana, a fourth-generation divine body, with his own strength alone.

It took the combined efforts of Keisha and Cangyu to achieve this.

With a clenched fist, Cang Yu's right hand revealed a silver longsword that shimmered with a moonlit glow.

He casually tossed it towards Morgana, the blade tracing a cold arc in the air.

Morgana instinctively caught the sword hilt, the cold touch startling her.

What does that mean?

She had absolutely no idea what "Keisha" was trying to do.

"Come on, my foolish sister." A mixed male and female voice echoed through the area. "Haven't you always longed to prove yourself?"

The silver sword twirled in Azure Feather's hand, the movement as elegant as it had been thirty thousand years ago:

"Just like back then... just like when we practiced on the training field."

Morgana's pupils contracted sharply.

This sentence was like a key, instantly unlocking the floodgates of long-sealed memories.

She seemed to see again those sun-drenched afternoons in the square of the City of Angels, where the gray-haired sister would always smile and hand her a wooden sword...

At that time, my father was still pruning roses in the garden;

Back then, they would laugh and joke around over a piece of dessert;

Back then, "Liang Bing" was still a little angel who would have her older sister help her comb her hair...

Morgana's expression was complicated, and she had many questions in her mind, but she knew that now was not the time. She just gripped the silver sword tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

Morgana's trembling fingers traced the blade, the icy touch bringing her a long-lost warmth.

Those deliberately forgotten scenes surged into my mind.

"elder sister......"

The moment that long-unheard address slipped out, even she was stunned.

The golden light in 'Azure Feather's' eyes trembled slightly, and Keisha's voice became exceptionally gentle: "It seems you still remember."

But the next second, Morgana suddenly sprang into action! Her silver sword, crackling with dark energy, thrust forward, her eyes filled with madness:

"Don't talk to me like that! The sister who used to practice swordsmanship with me is long dead!"

"clang--!"

The two swords clashed, sparking dazzling flames.

At this moment, time seemed to truly flow backward 30,000 years.

The first sword strike was a diagonal upward motion, exactly the starting stance that Keisha had taught her back then;

The second sword swirled, carrying with it the improved techniques they had worked on together;

The third thrust embodies the muscle memory formed through countless days and nights of practice...

'Azure Feather' calmly countered each move, precisely guiding the tip of her sword with every strike.

Two sword techniques, though originating from the same source, diverge in nature, intertwining to create dazzling streaks of light in the darkness.

Each collision seemed to tell a story of 30,000 years of grudges and affections.

"It seems your skills have become a bit rusty."

'Azure Feather's' voice was calm as water, yet the silver sword in his hand deflected each attack with the precision of flowing water.

"Shut up!" Morgana roared, her voice trembling with tears. Her attacks grew increasingly ferocious, but her exquisite swordplay gradually lost its rhythm, reduced to mere instinctive slashes.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, condensing into glistening ice beads in the weightless darkness, hovering around the two of them.

She suddenly flapped her wings and retreated rapidly, her wings creating faint ripples of energy:

"Stop trying to boss me around like that!"

With a soft sigh, Cang Yu gracefully spread his pure white wings and instantly caught up with Morgana.

"My foolish sister, have you never regretted it?" 'Azure Feather's' voice carried a hint of indescribable emotion.

regret... ...

How could I not have regretted it...?

Morgana gritted her teeth, unable to help but recall the time when she was lost and confused.

but... ...

It's all too late!

The hurt I caused to the angels, the betrayal of my friends, the hurt I caused to my sister...you.

It's all...too late.

Morgana remained silent, her tears evaporating. Abandoning all technique, she gripped her sword with both hands and slashed down with all her might.

This chaotic, all-out downward strike was just like that afternoon thirty thousand years ago.

The first time she picked up a wooden sword and made that clumsy move because her older sister was too busy practicing swordsmanship to accompany her.

Time flows on, and the scene is recreated.

'Azure Feather' remained unmoved, merely raising his silver sword slightly to precisely meet the most vulnerable point of the blade.

"bite--"

A clear, resonant sound echoed within the domain, and Morgana's silver sword snapped in two.

The fragments of the sword slowly drifted away in the void, each piece reflecting a past they could never return to, like shattered memories falling silently.

"You lost, Liang Bing."

This statement, like the final judgment, echoed in the silence.

Morgana stared blankly at the broken sword in her hand, her demonic wings, which had once stirred up countless wars, drooping helplessly.

She slowly curled up, hovering in the void, as if she had transformed back into the little angel who had gotten lost in the temple corridor.

Why... why did it turn out like this?

They were once blood relatives, sharing the same starry sky and vowing to protect each other…

She might really be wrong. Unrestrained freedom ultimately brings only destruction and nothingness.

but--

Sister, is the "just order" you uphold necessarily the only correct answer?

In this broken darkness, there are no winners, only two equally stubborn souls and a rift that can never be mended.

'Azure Feather' sheathed her silver longsword and slowly walked towards the 'lost little angel'.