Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

However, even this legendary battle was drawing to its conclusion.

To conserve their strength and magic power, Hexia and Temisia stopped employing powerful but elaborate skills, instead opting for a clash of swordsmanship and moves.

"Fairy Secret Art: Flash of a Moment!"

"Azure Bird's Inheritance: Snow Drift Boat!"

High above, Temisia's butterfly wings transformed into transparent fairy cicada wings, which suddenly flapped and vanished from the spot. On the other side, Hexia also swept her sword in circles, her silver sword edge spinning with her body, scattering countless tiny sword blooms like flying snow.

Facing Hexia, who was like a porcupine bristling with quills, Temisia pierced with her sword. In an instant, she was shredded by the entangling silver sword glow and then the two separated again.

"Elf Secret Arts: Seven Butterflies Incarnation!"

"Azure Bird's Inheritance: Three Plucks!"

Temisia's figure shifted rapidly, and as she moved and flapped her wings, seven identical silhouettes appeared, each holding a magic sword made of black crystal. The seven figures flashed together, stabbing at Hexia from all directions in the air, without a single blind spot.

Hexia, however, stood still in mid-air, her sword edge slowly swinging, creating a trail of afterimages. Just as the seven figures closed in on her, the silver sword light suddenly exploded outward, like moonlight spilling over.

The first sword, silver brightness fleeting, cut through three figures, turning them to dust...

The second sword, crescent like a bowstring, shattered the swords in the hands of two to seven pieces...

The third sword, moon bright and clear, sent one figure flying, sword and all, into a fine powder of crushed crystal...

The last figure attacked Hexia from behind, the black demon sword piercing into her back and through her, and then Hexia's own sword spun and stabbed into her chest, impaling Temisia from behind.

The two swords crisscrossed each other as they fell slowly from the sky, separating again as they neared the ground.

Their sword edges clashed repeatedly in the air, with countless sparks and fragments flying off, and their bodies became weaker, their movements slower.

Finally, the two stood apart in the Gem Forest, staring at each other from afar, both devoid of the strength and magic power to continue.

Their blood, thick and slowly flowing, could no longer be healed with depleted magic power, leaving them to quietly feel life slipping away.

"What a disgrace I am," said Temisia, releasing her bloody sword hilt and swaying against a shattered giant crystal stone.

At this time, she also had to admit that Hexia had grown to be her equal.

On the other side, Hexia also leaned against a crystal stone, her body too weak to stand steadily.

"Sister is too proud," she said.

"Ha, now you dare to talk back," retorted Temisia, not minding at all. She leaned back against the crystal, looking up at the cave ceiling adorned with crystals and gems, purple and blue crystal clusters making the dark underground sparkle like a fairy-tale dream.

"It's truly beautiful," she murmured before slowly closing her eyes, her breathing gradually stopping.

Her body then dispersed like flowing sand, while the sword that had stabbed into her chest rolled off, bouncing slightly on the ground before settling with a clear, tingling sound.

After a long time, purplish light spots rose from the sand, drifting toward Hexia's body and slowly being absorbed by her, until the other pupil in her eyes also showed a faint purplish glow.

"I have received your thoughts, sister..."

An hour later, Qiao Long slowly clambered down into the underground. He carefully navigated through the spiky Crystal Jungle until he finally saw the flawless girl surrounded by countless gemstones.

She sat on a solitary gemstone throne, her eyes sadly cast down, holding two longswords in her arms, one as green as jade, the other deep purple, almost black.