I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 480 - 399: Seventh-Rank Assassin, Qin Tian Appears (Part 2)

Chapter 480: Chapter 399: Seventh-Rank Assassin, Qin Tian Appears (Part 2)

Not only that, the Spiritual Energy within the light band contained a gentle force that flowed along the bodyguards’ meridians. It dispelled the fatigue from battle and suddenly boosted their momentum.

The Holy Blood of the Dongfang Clan, the Azure Wood Bloodline, not only precisely decomposes medicinal ingredients during alchemy but also has unparalleled advantages in healing and support—this ability to instantly heal injuries and enhance combat power was the key to reversing the battle!

The treated bodyguards felt their morale surge, instantly switching from defensive stances to aggressive ones, their gazes becoming fiercer than the black-clad assassins’.

A Tier Five bodyguard, whose arm had just healed, struck with Spiritual Energy-coalesced fists directly at the opponent assassin’s chest. A cracking sound was heard as the assassin’s ribs broke; another bodyguard, exploiting the boost in speed, maneuvered behind the assassin and sliced the opponent’s neck with a Spiritual Blade.

The situation reversed instantly; the black-clad assassins fell one by one, blood and Spiritual Energy intertwining in a chilling scene.

Seeing the assassins suffer heavy casualties, a plain yet slightly impatient voice finally echoed within the heavenly barrier, complaining as if about a troublesome task: “I still have to step in, how troublesome.”

Swish—

Before the words had settled, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the protective ring, moving at an extreme speed, leaving not even an afterimage.

Everyone felt a flash before their eyes, and the next moment, a loud “bang” resounded as though a heavy object had struck a wall.

Everyone looked toward the sound, their expressions changing drastically—Min Wenbing was hit as if by a speeding truck, sent flying, crashing hard against the boundary of the heavenly barrier, producing a dull impact sound.

He slid slowly to the ground, his chest visibly caved in, blood continuously seeping from the corners of his mouth, staining the ground in front of him red; he didn’t even have the strength to struggle, clearly gravely injured.

The suddenly appearing figure turned slowly, clad in plain white robes, with an unremarkable appearance and features, as if he’d blend into a crowd, never to be found again.

But the aura surrounding him was extraordinarily strange—despite standing there, he gave an impression of unfathomable depth, as though the ground beneath and the air around subtly pulsed with his breath.

Upon witnessing this, everyone’s heart sank to the depths.

They knew Min Wenbing’s strength well, as a Peak Tier Six with the Golden Bloodline, ordinary Tier Six Spiritualists were simply not his match; against average Tier Seven opponents, he could at least exchange a few moves.

Yet this person before them managed to gravely injure him instantly, offering no chance to resist—this person must be a Tier Seven Spiritualist, and among them, of absolutely top-notch caliber!

Dongfang Mingyue tightly grasped Xiao Yu’s hand, the Spiritual Energy in her fingertips trembling slightly.

She could treat Tier Six injuries but was powerless against the crushing force of a Tier Seven powerhouse—this was a chasm in levels, one that no supportive power could bridge.

The white-robed man’s indifferent gaze swept across everyone and finally rested on Dongfang Mingyue, his eyes flat, as if looking at a dead person.

The white-robed man’s gaze locked onto Dongfang Mingyue without unnecessary words; his right hand formed fingers like a sword, and at his fingertips, a pale azure Sword Qi instantly coalesced—though thin, it radiated a terrifying sharpness, as if slicing the surrounding air into fragments, emitting a faint sizzling sound.

“Miss, watch out!”

The closest bodyguard to Dongfang Mingyue roared and rushed forward, his body surged with Spiritual Energy, forming a thick Earth Element Shield; other bodyguards also activated their Spiritual Energy, either forming shields or unleashing Waves of Spiritual Energy, trying to jointly block the Sword Qi.

Yet the next second, a desperate scene unfolded—the pale azure Sword Qi passed through the Earth Element Shield like a blade through tofu, then tore through the subsequent Waves of Spiritual Energy without encountering any obstruction, flying directly towards Dongfang Mingyue.

The sound of shattering shields and disintegrating Spiritual Energy interwove, faces of the bodyguards etched with helplessness, some even closing their eyes, unwilling to witness the coming scene.

Xiao Yu clung tightly to Dongfang Mingyue, her body trembling uncontrollably, yet still shielding Dongfang Mingyue behind her, her eyes filled with determination.

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared before Dongfang Mingyue like a phantom—a figure in black, standing as upright as a pine, with a stern countenance, surrounded by faint spatial ripples; no one saw how he materialized.

“Ding—!”

The crisp sound of metal clashing rang out suddenly, like jade meeting stone, echoing throughout the heavenly barrier.

The crowd only saw the black-clad man raise his hand; a frost-tinged Battle Sword had somehow appeared in it, blocking the pale azure Sword Qi precisely.

Upon impact, the pale azure glow disintegrated instantly, scattering into countless tiny Spiritual Energy light points, dissipating into the air.

The shockwave generated from the clash, however, spread outward like a fierce wind—the bodyguards stumbled backward, some even falling directly onto the ground; Xiao Yu and Dongfang Mingyue were pushed back two steps by the wave, nearly losing their balance.

The bodyguards looked at the black-clad figure in shock; they didn’t know him, yet he managed to deflect the lethal Sword Qi of a Tier Seven powerhouse, showing his immense strength.

Who is he?

The previously indifferent look on the white-robed man’s face finally changed, his eyebrows raised slightly, his tone carried a hint of curiosity: “Where did you come from to slip past my eyes?”

The black-clad man paid him no mind, instead, he turned slowly, his gaze settling on Dongfang Mingyue, his voice calm yet imbued with a reassuring strength: “Miss Ming Yue, are you alright?”