Fall: Rebirth

The two divine birds circled and collided in the air. The collision of flames produced a deafening explosion, and the entire sky was illuminated red.

The Vermilion Bird flapped its wings, and countless flaming arrows shot towards the Fire Phoenix.

The fire phoenix spread its huge wings, forming a flaming shield to block the arrows one by one.

Then, the Vermilion Bird opened its mouth and spewed out a column of blazing flame, which was like a fire dragon, roaring towards the Fire Phoenix.

The Fire Phoenix swiftly dodged the attack by moving sideways. Then, it flapped its wings, creating a powerful whirlwind of flames that swept towards the Vermilion Bird like a blazing tornado.

Zhuniao quickly dodged sideways, but still failed to avoid it completely. The whirlwind of fire hit one of her wings, and she cried out in pain, lost her balance, and fell from mid-air.

After landing, Zhuniao quickly transformed into a human form, her face was pale, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She unconsciously took a few steps back and covered her injured shoulder tightly with her other uninjured hand. Blood oozed from the wound, staining the palm of her hand covering her shoulder red.

Seeing this, Qinglong frowned slightly, quickly stepped forward to support Zhuniao, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?" His eyes were fixed on Zhuniao's wound, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

Zhuniao turned his head slightly and looked at Qinglong seriously, trying to stay calm and replied softly: "Nothing."

At this time, Feng Chu also transformed from a phoenix prototype into a human form. Her body slowly descended in the air and finally landed steadily in front of Zhuniao. Her eyes were cold and firm as she stared at Zhuniao.

Neither side spoke, but just stared at each other silently.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, and it seemed that a fierce conflict might break out at any time.

Qinglong glanced at Fengchu, then turned to look at Zhuniao who was close at hand. He knew that it was not appropriate to intervene at this moment, because this was a battle between them. He chose to remain silent, quietly observing the development of the situation, ready to respond to any possible situation at any time.

After a moment, Zhuniao broke the silence. With a hint of reluctance in her voice, she said, "You win."

Although this sentence is short, it is full of helplessness and unwillingness.

Feng Chu smiled lightly, then quickly put away her smile. Her tone was calm, but with a hint of sarcasm: "It's really not easy to hear such words from a proud bird like you."

Upon hearing this, Zhuniao gently broke free from Qinglong's hand and took two steps forward. She looked at Fengchu with disdain and said, "Although I don't want to admit it, this is the fact. I lost to you again this time."

Feng Chu glanced at the wounds on Zhuniao's body, and a complex emotion surged in her heart. She said calmly: "Although I captured you back then, I didn't get any benefits myself. I was also seriously injured, and it took me a long time to recover."

"Really?" Zhuniao asked with a slight smile on his lips and a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"That's true." Feng Chu also replied lightly, with a firmness in his eyes.

"Although I don't want to admit it, you are indeed very strong. Although you suffered serious injuries back then, I was beaten half to death by you and was on the verge of death." Zhuniao suddenly changed his attitude and his voice became much softer, as if he was recalling a past battle.

"You're not bad either. When the ancestor god bestows you with power tomorrow, you'll be even stronger." Feng Chu said lightly, turned around, and walked out of the yard.

Zhu Niao quietly watched Feng Chu's figure gradually going away, and a feeling of admiration welled up in her heart. She lowered her head, looked at the injuries on her body, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Do you really have a grudge against her?" Qinglong's gaze fell on Zhuniao with a hint of doubt and inquiry.

Zhuniao turned around, gave Qinglong a cold look, and said unhappily, "What's it to you?" There was obvious impatience in her tone, and she seemed dissatisfied with Qinglong's question.

After saying that, Zhuniao turned around and walked towards her room. Her steps were firm and she did not hesitate at all.

"Is it not possible to just ask?" Qinglong couldn't help but ask again as he looked at Zhuniao's back.

However, the only answer he got was the slam of a door closing.

Baihu and Xuanwu looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to their rooms and closed the doors.

Qinglong sighed, shook his head helplessly, and returned to his room obediently.

A fierce fight was thus settled, and the courtyard returned to peace at night.

The moonlight sprinkled on the ground, reflecting a quiet scene. Only the remaining embers of fire in a corner witnessed the thrilling battle just now. They flickered faintly, as if telling the story that had happened in the past.