Chapter 412: Auburn War Goddess

"Marvelous..." Weder muttered before she flew straight at him while leaving a supersonic boom that trembled their eardrums. His hands managed to instinctively draw his sword and hacked forward in her direction with a smile, "Looks like he is not a great teacher!"

"What?!" his eye opened wide as his sword easily went through Cecile as if he was cutting the air itself. The excess force immediately left him staggered as he screamed in his mind (Afterimage?!).

"I'm right over here!"

The words could only enter his ear before an upward slash from his sides splurted out his wound. The tenacity of his muscles was more solid thanks to his high cultivation realm but the fact didn't bring down Cecile's intention as she smirked and let out another, forcing him to turn, facing her direction.

"Heh," she smirked before Devil Ape's agility was on full display.

Blood kept on splurting as Cecile slashed at a godly speed that sent shivers to the others. The Ascending God cultivator was overwhelmed by her speed as his eyes glared only to follow a streak of light. His pupils tried to pinpoint the next attack but no matter where did he placed his sword to defense, not even a single clatter was heard. 

"What's wrong? Can't keep up?" smirked Cecile.

"I'm the one moving but you are the one that's out of breath? Want a wheelchair old man?" her sharp and demeaning words broke his pride, even more so that she actually slightly paused near his ear to whisper those words whilst opening new wounds.

"Gah!"

Weder let his aura exploded before sending Cecile a few meters back.

"Hah, hah, hah," he was gasping for breath as his chest heaved heavily. His face was sweating as if he was in a dessert however, his clothing has been shredded till he looked like a beggar on the street. There was not a single shred of dignity left on his appearance as even his hair fell victim to Cecile's continuous linkable attack.

Blood streams from his wounds. Legs, arms, chest, core, none manage to come out unscathed except his face. 

"What?!" His eyes opened wide as he looked at Cecile was holding Scarlet by her toes instead of one of her hands.

Cecile crossed her arms as her sword was dangling and pointing to the ground while she gripped its hilt with a pinch between her toes. She smirked as she commented, "What's wrong? Did you think using a sword could only be done with hands?"

"What?"

"That's... amazing."

Even the enemies themselves couldn't help but paying some praises as they looked at Cecile in both awe and horror. There seemed to be no limit in what she was capable of doing as the four golden tails were menacingly floating about and ready to strike whenever she willed it so.

"How naive, you think that you could teach me? You couldn't even dodge a single of my attack! Yet, you still call my husband not a great teacher? Hah."

Cecile's sharp words end with flicking her toe upward before spinning the sword vertically right under their surprised eyes. The blade slowly reflected their gasping expressions as their eyes constricted before Cecile somersaulted then thunderously hit the hilt of the sword with the base of her foot before it broke the soundwave.

"Ngh?!" Weder dodged the incoming sword within a hair's breadth as he could hear the whisper of death right at the moment the weapon went past him.

Breaking the wind, the sword pierced one of the sect leader's foreheads before it went through to the other side of his head. His allies couldn't react accordingly before he fell down right toward Karina's battlefield.

The loud thud was the only thing they could hear under the silenced atmosphere. Another Godhood had fallen by one stroke. He didn't even shriek as his life flashed him by and his eyes were still opened in disbelief just like the death of his ally before him.

"It seemed that the enmity between the two of us is too great," muttered Weder as he ripped his clothes and revealed his muscular features. 

"With that kind of stubbornness, you won't stop opposing us, very well then. Let me show you the difference between Godhood and Ascending God realm actually means."

Weder furrowed his eyebrows before with only one leap his foot sunken inside Cecile's gut as the latter bent forward with a cough of blood. He grabbed her hair before pulling it up and let out a punch against her chest as she was treated like a sandbag. Each blow trembled the sky her blood splurted each time. 

"You have a built of a warlord I see, not even after my barrage did you lost consciousness," muttered Weder before he grabbed both of her head and pushed it down against his knee.

"Guha!"

Cecile's was slightly propelled upward but she gritted her teeth in the middle of it before sweeping her foot against the old man's face. The sudden blow caught him off guard before he retaliated with his kick to send her away. However, one of her golden tails encircled his neck before Cecile came back with a heavy punch instead.

The two kept exchanging blows before at one point her tail was swung hard to the ground. The loud boom created a crater before Cecile quickly dodge the follow-up attack as she rolled over.

"Yes! Yes! Father is winning soon the inheritance will be mine!" grinned Borton before his goosebumps and the others around him rose. Their pupils constricted as the flow of mana suddenly stopped its unusual stream.

Weder was chasing Cecile as he grinned, "Where do you think you can run to?!"

"Hmm?" Cecile suddenly leaped and turned around as she opened her arms as if she tried to embrace a lover with a genuine smile on her face.

Weder furrowed his eyebrows before he felt something was approaching through his senses. He quickly turned around as a flash of a smirk passed by his glance before a devastating blow plummetted his entire figure straight to the ground.

A pair of hands reached out as Cecile's armors crumbled into bits of light before the two of them landed on the ground with a slight tremor.

The dark clouds immediately dispersed as the first illumination from the moon shone upon the pair, gradually revealing the man's face that brought cold shivers to the enemies' spines.