Vol2 Chapter 5: You are my respected senior sister.

The words from the masked girl’s mouth were more arcane than Bai Ci’s.
When she stopped, both felt an unmatched pressure—not wind or heat, but majesty!
Like a mountain slowly toppling, about to crush them!
The masked girl just stood there, but the marble floor began to crack with violent snaps.
The metal framework above groaned, screws fixed to beams bursting out and crashing down!

The screws workers had labored to fasten were undone in less than half a second.
Even the principal would’ve taken weeks to remove them—this girl did it in a blink!

Raymond watched the falling steel beams, tons of metal hurtling down.
He’d be smashed to bits…
Was there still time to convert to Christianity and pray to Jesus?

He crossed himself, then realized it was useless.

Damn it, why would Jesus like crosses?

“Senior, don’t be scared.
I’ll protect you.”

Bai Ci had no strong impression of this senior she’d just met, but she felt he didn’t deserve to die here.
He had a home, someone keeping a light on for him, someone waiting.

If he was gone, how heartbroken would that girl be?

Raymond shuddered.
The same words made his soul tremble.

This junior, known for less than a day, really wanted to protect him?

Junior, don’t be ridiculous!
Can you handle this?
You’re barely a sophomore!
You’ve barely done Executive Department missions—can you face this?

Bai Ci’s golden pupils blazed, liquid gold flowing across her retinas.
The ground still quaked.
She realized this wasn’t a normal earthquake.
The air’s restless elemental forces formed a spiraling storm’s eye, centered on the masked girl strolling toward them.

Bang!

A second steel beam exploded above.
Bai Ci formed a sword-hand gesture, repelling everything outward.

“Interesting,” the masked girl’s voice echoed with metallic resonance.
“For a hybrid of this era to wield Yanling like this… but I’m a bit better.”

Her delicate fingers tapped the air.
The waiting hall groaned like a waking beast.
Floor tiles surged like waves, load-bearing pillars cracked like spiderwebs.
Bai Ci’s pupils contracted—she saw the building’s molecular structure being violently dismantled.

Her eardrums throbbed, dragon blood boiling in her veins.
Her vision reddened, blood vessels popping audibly.
She touched her neck, feeling fine dragon scales.
In this life-or-death moment, her body had triggered Bloodrage on its own—cyan scales surfaced, nails turning into claws that pierced her palms.
Her domain expanded, freezing falling beams midair.
Glass shards spun rapidly, forming a dazzling star-ring.

The masked girl tilted her head curiously, black hair flowing without wind.
With a light stomp, the station’s foundation wailed.
Steel beams rained down.
The moment Bai Ci’s Yanling domain activated, it felt like a red-hot iron stabbed her temple.
Her Pure Land under Bloodrage was three times stronger, but every second devoured her sanity.

The masked girl watched this trapped-beast struggle, strolling like a girl shopping, each step worsening the building’s collapse.

“Let’s see,” her voice was playful, like a child with a toy, “how long you can last.”

Her golden pupils turned molten.
Falling beams twisted into pretzels within the domain.
She leaped, stepping through the air toward the creature, each step rippling with icy crystalline waves—Pure Land compressed to its limit, forming a corridor.

The masked girl let out a soft “oh,” catching Bai Ci’s fist.
When their domains collided, a vending machine 300 meters away exploded, coins melting into red-hot liquid in midair.

“Did you know?” the masked girl said gracefully, raising her arms.
“Your so-called Yanling…”

Her fingertip tapped the void.
All glass shards reversed direction.
Bai Ci’s domain shattered like ice under a hammer, thousands of glints surging back!

“…is just a crude imitation of the world’s essence.”

Time to go all out…

Bai Ci bit her tongue, blood exploding in her mouth.
The molten gold in her pupils crystallized.

Second-degree Bloodrage!

Raymond watched in horror as white scales appeared at her temples, her slender fingers morphing into claws.
The air thickened like mercury, suspended glass shards vibrating thousands of times per second, weaving a death storm in her domain.

What kind of humanoid dragon was this?!

As she prepared to unleash her domain again, the masked girl appeared before her, icy fingers brushing her throbbing carotid artery.
“Impressive~” the voice under the mask had an electronic tremor.
“But your hourglass…”
She tapped Bai Ci’s forehead.
“…is running out.”

Raymond, cowering under a bench, saw black blood seep from Bai Ci’s right eye.
The power from Bloodrage ebbed like a tide.
Her mind was mush, splitting pain clouding her thoughts.
Her body reverted, and she collapsed, clutching her head.

Raymond’s eyes shook.
He stood, abandoning the paper bag.
To hell with classified files—he and his junior were about to die!
What use were they?

His face twisted with rage, no trace of his earlier shifty demeanor—now he was like a wrathful deity!

Damn it, seniors protect juniors, not the other way around!
What would people think?

Juniors were for spoiling.
Protecting was a senior’s job.
He was just a B-rank, but she was an S-rank with a bright future, far more dazzling than a background character like him!

Throwing caution aside, he unleashed his Yanling, “Blazing Sun,” at full power.
A 4000-lumen glare erupted like a star, his eyes fierce enough to devour.
He charged, grabbed Bai Ci, and ran, ready to die heroically against a dragon even an S-rank couldn’t handle.

Strangely, the dragon didn’t pursue.
Was it really blinded by his light?

The masked girl watched them flee, not chasing.
When they vanished, she turned to the paper bag with the classified files.
Under the mask was a face as delicate as江南 rain, but her golden pupils glowed with molten crimson.

“Senior Sister, you went too hard.
Really trying to kill me?”
The girl stuck out her tongue, picking up the bag.
“See you another day, Senior Sister.”

She opened it, destroyed its contents, and let it fall.

Thud.

The bag hit the ground.

“How’d the bag just vanish, Senior Sister?
It’s your fault—you’re too strong, so it disappeared!
When the professors blame someone, you’ll have to take the fall.”

It couldn’t be her fault!

Senior Sister just met a Dragon King—what did that have to do with her cute little junior?

Senior Sister was magnanimous—she wouldn’t mind.

Hehe!

After she vanished from the station, a man appeared, looking dazed.

Hiss… mission complete, just like that?