Tang San's Twin Sister-Chapter 227

Yu Tianheng stared after the small yet somehow imposing figure that soared up into the sky, and his gaze turned to the two she had spoken to. The wings on her back oozed with spirit power; in fact, her entire small figure was emanating so much of it that it was startling, shocking, even for her Age.

Tang San? She looked like him, a lot, but she was obviously not him. A sister? Right there, there had been mentions of a sister, but he thought that was some kind of rumor.

"She?" He asked the father, who smiled mildly, his daughter still warmly hugged and clutching onto the tassel.

"Must be a friend of my Sons." The man said with a proud smile on his lips. "He is a good spirit master, but mostly works independently of the clan, due to his lack of spirit power. His name is Yu Hua."

"Yu Hua...I wonder why I have never heard about him before, if he is talented enough to be mentioned in one breath with the Grandmaster and acquainted with someone of such considerable power." He muttered. "Not that it matters now. We need to hurry."

"Certainly." The man bowed and rushed off with his daughter, following the other refugees. "The more time they buy, the better, and the more of us will survive." Above them, the ground shook, and a golden dragon illuminated the sky.

The air trembled, and Yu Tianheng felt his breath hitch as a crimson glow hauled through the night, and suddenly, two rings of crimson shone in the night, like omens of doom. For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating, but after rubbing his eyes, he noted he was not. His breath hitched.

"Impossible."

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Yin was conflicted, but she knew this was not the time to be conflicted. Surrounded by missiles of spirit energy and such, she used ghostly trace and purple demon eye to weave her way through them.

[Weave]

Trapping enemy after enemy. Tying them to pillars or whatever else she could find. Silver breakers engulfing her arm. Breaking through the sky, she took out her prosthesis and attached it to her arm, using her teeth to fix it better with a few straps of fabric before heading downwards again.

[Lock]

Even if just for a second, she blocked spirit powers and hammered home her fists into vulnerable places. Twisting through the sky as she maneuvered. Searching for her goal.

The title douluo.

A golden dragon illuminated the sky, and she glanced upwards as she bound another opponent. Feeling how something his her wing. Having her go off tilted and flapping them to regain balance as she almost face-planted a damn Pagoda building.

Cursing and insulting, she huffed and then navigated into higher realms. The higher she got, the less spirit masters fired at her or noted her once she was behind the clouds.

She looked downwards and knew there was a way to help better, but if she did that, it would mean killing.

Hesitation was in her mind as she doubted herself, but then steeled her mind and her heart. This was war, not a battlefield. Her childish beliefs had nothing to do with this.

[Weave]

Blue river grass weaved through every inch of the buildings, covering them like a thin spider web. Then she used purple demon eye to make out her opponents and allies. She had to git, there was no time to calculate, keeping everyone alive.

Hopefully, no one would die, and she just staked a few people into their limbs.

[Thorn]

Using that razor-sharp, thorns sprang to life from the seemingly harmless, easy-to-rip-through tendrils of blue silver grass. Cut and pierced through flesh and bones. Screams echoed through the sky, and Yin felt like throwing up as she saw the bodies lining the ground as she soared through the narrow pathways of the blue lighting tyrant dragon compound in search of her goal.

She repeated her actions.

Now it was too late to stop.

[Lock]

She locked a five-ring spirit master, her fist ripping through his body, blood splattering her as she turned and noted that she had more attention now. A hit of spirit Energy grazed her wing, destabilized her, the speed she was flying at making her tumble through the sky and crash against a building.

A scream of pain came from her as she felt her bones creak, and she was sure something had torn. Rolling her body off, she sprang to her

feet and took out the hidden weaponry.

She took a deep breath and decided to continue on the ground, for now. Moving her limbs, she glanced at the sky. She still hadn't found her target. Above her, though, it was obvious a title douluo from the blue lightning tyrant dragon was fighting another douluo. She gritted her teeth and unfolded her wings before shooting upwards into the sky, a streak of color beyond the clouds, until she hovered at the edge of the most important battlefield.

There he is.

She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and then released her rings.

The last two, shining in startling crimson, as she unfolded her wings and stared right at the two battling douluo, her hands covered in the metallic sheen of her silver breakers. Blue silver grass wandered up her legs, twirling around them as she released her blades, their shine gleaming ominously as they were surrounded by silver dancing lights.

"Now causing quite a ruckus for a strong but still minor spirit master." A gravely voice said, and she stared right at the two title douluo. A smile, somewhere between desperation and defiance, formed on her lips.