CHAPTER 506
The Tiny Attendant
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The very instability of energy mirrored Xiao Ai's steadfastness. When all her authority was unleashed, Xiao Ai needn't lift a finger to shatter heaven and earth.
No magical artifacts were required; the energy seemed innate.
A dazzling crimson pillar of light pierced the sky, long since stripped bare, shooting into the void.
The energy seemed to compress, gradually condensing, shifting from crimson to yellow, then golden, until it transformed into pure white light.
Finally, the white light thinned into a thread and faded away.
This was the true form of Full Drive Liberation. The Godslayer King was mad—such power could tear everything apart.
Yet the Godslayer King was also gentle. Had the space not been severed from the original world, Xiao Ai would never have dared such recklessness.
Her body slowly rose into the air, needing no magical aid to glide through the void.
Her pink hair whipped wildly as her blue gown gradually transformed into the corresponding divine armor.
There was no roar of fury, no explosive surge of inner energy. When Chu Youwei saw Xiao Ai's face clearly, she remained as serene as ever.
If there was any difference at all, it was in those icy eyes, devoid of any trace of human emotion.
But truthfully, this was merely Chu Youwei's conjecture. Beneath those golden eyes and the surging energy, she couldn't discern Xiao Ai's expression.
The snow-white battle armor had a distinctly futuristic feel—the most logical structure Xiao Ai could conceive, the most effective means of defense.
Xiao Ai resembled an interstellar warrior from a sci-fi film, as if she didn't belong to this world.
Using divine authority, Xiao Ai could customize every detail of her armor at will, unconcerned with materials or performance. Even a beautiful dress wouldn't compromise her defensive capabilities.
Xiao Ai's sole requirement for the armor was that it had to be sufficiently cool.
With that, Xiao Ai prepared to begin.
Hovering mid-air, she slowly extended her hand to her side. Instantly, a fissure ripped open in the fabric of space!
Reaching inside, Xiao Ai slowly drew out a jet-black longsword.
Exquisite and beautiful—that was the best description Chu Youwei could muster.
No unnecessary adornments—the embodiment of executive authority.
Its material was indistinguishable, save for a crimson thread running through the jet-black blade—its sole adornment.
The sword moved as if an extension of her arm, dancing through the air in a graceful flourish in Xiao Ai's grasp.
The movement appeared almost casual, as if she were merely showing off.
Yet wherever the sword's light passed, space itself was severed. The ground beneath their feet instantly shattered into floating islands…
Chu Youwei felt her body lift as if weightless, turning to see Mengdie cradling her as they landed on a small earthen wall.
Xiao Ai descended slowly, like a true deity descending from the heavens, even though the ground beneath her feet was already empty.
As if she had never existed, the faithful lifted her combat boots, raising the goddess to the heavens.
Mortals should prostrate themselves, begging for her forgiveness.
Mortals, even to look up at her directly, should be considered an act of presumption.
She was immaculate, save for the jet-black sword in her hand, which resembled an ink droplet fallen upon the pure heart of a flower.
"Wake up! Stay awake. If you can't, pinch your thigh."
With a sharp smack, Mengdie delivered another slap to Chu Youwei's small buttocks.
Her expression turned stern as she solemnly warned, "Fainting would be disastrous. The power of this authority corrodes the spirit. Once the spirit is damaged, you become a fool. Your bodily functions gradually fade away, leaving you indistinguishable from the dead—until you perish."
The sting on her butt jolted Chu Youwei awake. Mengdie's words sent a cold sweat running down her back.
Even if Su Cheng and Xiao Ai hadn't detected them, the power of the authority could still pierce through Mengdie's barrier.
Though Mengdie could similarly wield her authority to create a barrier shielding against the energy of this executive power, doing so would be tantamount to revealing her identity. In an instant, Su Cheng would discover their presence.
Then, Su Cheng would send Chu Youwei back to the inner city under the pretext that it was unsafe here.
And Chu Youwei would lose all chance of ever knowing Su Cheng.
The sword forged from the Book of Atonement was held in both hands by Xiao Ai, resting at her side. She now looked with utter contempt at the assassins still standing before the castle gates.
They all understood that tonight, death was inevitable.
Yet for this world, death would be their happiest ending.
If Su Cheng was displeased, they would have no right to choose death.
This was not Su Cheng's fault. They could only blame their master for being a fool—perhaps for not acting decisively enough, or for not hiding their plans sufficiently.
But now, there was no turning back.
In an instant, hundreds of assassins leaped forward at the command of a minor leader, charging straight toward Su Cheng.
Yet Su Cheng felt no flicker of emotion, for Xiao Ai stood firmly before her.
Xiao Ai was the finest personal attendant ever known, the strongest bodyguard in history, the top assassin of the Executioner's Blade, a formidable opponent who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the Godslayer King.
Facing these ants charging toward certain death, Xiao Ai showed no surprise. She merely tightened her grip on her sword with an expression of utter calm.
"Snowflake."
In that instant, it felt as though the entire world fell silent.
Compared to the sword technique she had demonstrated to Ye Qinghan back then, this was worlds apart!
The sword technique she had demonstrated to Ye Qinghan back then hadn't even contained any magical power—it was just an ordinary sword strike.
It was the kind of strike any mortal could wield.
But Xiao Ai now, though not at her peak state when she wielded the Three Sovereigns, was in a state of full-drive liberation.
The power of this strike was incomparable to that earlier Snowflake-Shattering strike.
Its destructive force could no longer be measured in multiples—it existed on an entirely different plane…
Yet even now, Ye Qinghan could not wield that mortal's sword.
It could be said that Xiao Ai's casual strike had already reached a pinnacle that even geniuses could only dream of.
Chu Youwei hadn't even caught a glimpse of Xiao Ai's strike, but Mengdie thoughtfully covered Chu Youwei's ears.
Before a moment had passed, a blinding white light erupted. Nothing could be heard, nothing could be seen…
All that could be seen were two figures, one tall and one short, standing before them, swords drawn.
The taller one dragged a massive sword, while the shorter one wielded a long sword. Both stared straight ahead, their silhouettes casting a spine-chilling aura.
They were none other than her master and that hexagon-shaped personal attendant, Gu Ai.
Scattered energy mixed with uprooted debris tore through space like bullets, erupting violently and streaking past her.
The deafening roar of wind mingled with explosions, not merely deafening, not merely numbing—Chu Youwei truly felt as if all five senses had deserted her.
Even with Mengdie covering her ears, the shock left her head spinning and her mind foggy.
She could only dig her fingers deep into her thigh, desperately clinging to lucidity.
But it was useless. To avoid becoming a fool, Chu Youwei bit down on her tongue, filling her mind with pain without severing it, forcing herself to stay lucid.
Chu Youwei sensed this was more akin to a mind-suppression technique. Merely the residual shockwaves, even through Mengdie's barrier, nearly caused her seven orifices to bleed and her body to explode!
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