Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Countless fragments fell, yet the inside was completely empty.

Temisia's pupils shrank at such a scene; she quickly dodged to the side, and merely a half second later, where she had just been standing was pierced through by crystal spikes shooting down from the sky.

In the high sky, Hexia also unfolded her crystal-like wings, their color a cold blue, and in her hand she held a verdant crystal demon sword.

"You're learning quickly, Hexia," Temisia said, looking at the blue-eyed girl in the sky, knowing that was the Transcendent Profession condensed based on her own knowledge.

Although the two had not fully merged, they had exchanged parts of their memories.

Hexia shook her head without responding, then plunged downward. The blue wings flapped in the air, leaving behind beautiful curves.

"Then let's see who's stronger," Temisia murmured, then pushed off, soaring upwards, charging toward the azure morning star descending from above.

A blue and a purple figure continuously intertwined in the crystal cavern beneath the ground, then separated again, their crimson and verdant demon swords clashing again and again, scattering tiny fragments.

The air was aglitter with light, the two fought from high above to the ground and then rose again, twining around each other like binary stars, colliding, until a violent flash burst forth, separating them.

Hexia and Temisia looked at each other in mid-air; both were in bad shape, each with various wounds from which trickles of blood oozed, staining their dresses.

Both unconcerned with their wounds, as a blue and purple crystal radiance flickered over the scars, the wounds slowly healed and became as before.

Just like Hexia had learned to fight from Temisia, Temisia had also learned from Hexia the method to lick one's wounds.

The brave learned to fight; the timid learned to heal. Both had their distinct paths.

"Perhaps it's time to praise you, my dear sister," Temisia said as she slowly rose, her blood-red crystal demon sword also gradually dissolving.

"However, just how much of my everything have you learned? With just that, you'll still have no chance against me, hehehe, hahaha——"

Her figure continued to ascend, her crystal wings on her back becoming more and more bizarre, elongating like dark purple butterfly wings, their patterns both dangerous and beautiful.

A dark purple gown manifested, draping over Temisia, and then two black roses grew from the wide sleeves of her black lotus dress.

The black roses bloomed, petals unfurling layer by layer, and from within their centers grew black crystal blade edges slowly extending. In a flash, a dark purple gemstone condensed on Temisia's chest; its radiance flowed, with specks of magic power light sand gathering from the void before merging into it.

Natural Sequence 5—Charm Purple Rose (Rating: Legendary Condensing Bead Rank)

"Don't worry, Hexia, it won't hurt much, it'll all be over soon." Her dark purple butterfly wings quivered, and she disappeared in mid-air in an instant.

"This is!"

Hexia, in the air, moved like a refracted azure beam, swiftly dodging, yet still unable to avoid the sudden appearance of a dark purple figure. Temisia suddenly materialized behind her and thrust with her sword. The black crystal blade edge pierced out from Hexia's chest, splattering fresh blood.

The blade twisted, the intense pain nearly rendering Hexia's consciousness blank, and then the dark blade was withdrawn, spraying a large amount of blood into the air.

Her blue crystal wings slowly faded, and as Hexia watched the halo-shrouded figure above her head, she began to fall. The figure became smaller and smaller, and the whooshing of the wind beside her grew louder.

Thump!

Hexia coughed up blood as a violent shock came from behind her, her body lost strength, and she slumped in the Crystal Forest.

Gradually, the dark purple wings fluttered, bringing down the beautifully bizarre figure within them.

Temisia stepped towards Hexia lying in front of her, and looked at Hexia, who was now too weak to speak, and pointed her sword at her neck.

The blade did not strike immediately; she was waiting, waiting for Hexia to concede, to bow her head to her.

Seconds ticked by, blood continuously coughed up from Hexia's mouth, but she still stubbornly turned her face away, refusing to look at the familiar face in front of her.

Seeing her so disobedient, Temisia shook her head slightly, then thrust her sword downward.

Sizzle——

Blood dripped from the blade, but it did not pierce her neck. Hexia had grabbed it, her pale fingers stained by the viscous blood, her knuckles catching the blade edge, making a faint noise.

Temisia swung the blade, flinging Hexia's wrist away, and then pointed it at her again.

"You really don't listen, do you? Do you think I'll go soft if you look like this?"

"If tears could soften your heart, sister, then I don't mind crying a bit,"

"But you won't, just like you know I won't shed any more tears." In the face of the sword's threat, Hexia struggled to rise, leaning on a large crystal column nearby.

Temisia watched her sister take a deep breath and said, "I won't go soft anymore."

After speaking, her figure lunged forward swiftly, her sword thrust out, piercing through Hexia once more.

This time she met no resistance; Hexia did not even try to dodge. Her bloodied hand pressed against Temisia's shoulder, then continued to fondle forward, as if she wanted to touch Temisia's face, but in the end it fell powerlessly down.

"Don't try anymore." Temisia released the hilt of the sword and backed away a few steps, looking at the girl she had pinned against the crystal column.

"I know how you miraculously survived last time. Although the Withering Sequence's Spirit Purifying Formula is effective on the soul consciousness, I am currently Sequence 5. The resilience of the soul consciousness is not something a low-level formula like that can damage."