As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life-Chapter 793 - 256: Drinking, Laughing, and Killing, the Underworld Wants to Slaughter a Martial Saint_2
Chapter 793 -256: Drinking, Laughing, and Killing, the Underworld Wants to Slaughter a Martial Saint_2
Just as he had thought, Yellow Sword Wine’s mentality seemed to have plunged into turmoil, his entire being as if drained of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, resorting to heavy drinking, living a life of inebriated oblivion, as if fallen into an abyss, doomed for all eternity.
Su Wuming saw a glimmer of hope in catching up to Yellow Sword Wine.
Unfortunately, after so many years, Yellow Sword Wine still towered above him, his sheer talent suffocating him, driving him to despair and breathlessness.
Even though he had over the years taken several talented women as his wives through formal marriage, breaking their Guard Palace Sand and draining their talents, he still could not catch up!
He grew to utterly detest these naturally gifted individuals, cursing only that Yellow Sword Wine wasn’t a woman, or else he would have certainly drained his talent dry!
And now, Yellow Sword Wine had appeared before him.
Crazily, he launched an attack on the Su Family, swinging his sword at the Su Family’s Martial Saint, and striking out at him… with a sword slash!
“Yellow Sword Wine—!”
Physically annihilated, Su Wuming’s Primordial Spirit trembled, filled with boundless anger, even his voice quivering!
The powerful Primordial Spirit of the Fetal Breath Transformation thrummed violently, and the Golden Core erupted in a dazzling brilliance!
Waves of Primordial Spirit Power surged, as if they transformed into a long knife ablaze with flames of desire, each inch wrested from the waist of the Joyful Buddha lying by the Golden Core.
Su Wuming was well aware that at this moment, Yellow Sword Wine, fallen into the Netherworld, turned into a Demigod Corpse, and even more so grasping a sword that channeled the Sword Immortal Temple God Sword Intent, was unparalleled and invincible in the Martial Path!
He simply couldn’t defend against it!
All he could do was to use the Divine Cultivation from his Fetal Breath Transformation to withstand it momentarily!
Waiting for the arrival of the Su Family’s Martial Saint and the Divine Fetus Great Cultivator to come to his rescue!
Only by doing so…
Could he live!
Buzz buzz buzz—
Invisible, the long knife burning with Primordial Spirit flame hummed!
As the knife of desire between the Joyful Buddha was slowly drawn out, the ultimate sharpness burst forth from within Su Wuming’s Golden Core, as if it could slice open the heavens!
Su Wuming’s Primordial Spirit burned with the raging fire of Primordial Spirit!
As the flames danced, the blade’s light surged tumultuously, bringing with it a torrent of unbridled desire, striking towards the maddened and demonically possessed Yellow Sword Wine!
Boom boom boom—!!!
That was a slash aimed at the Primordial Spirit, which erupted with the roaring resonance of a thunderstorm!
The blade shone brightly like a dazzling Great Sun, and in an instant silently split the void, desire ablaze like fire, blade light cascading like a waterfall!
Within ten feet of Su Wuming’s viciously falling head, nothing but swirling blade light raged, ferociously churning and tearing through the air currents, emitting mournful howls and long wails like a dragon’s chant and a tiger’s roar!
This Primordial Divine Skill transformed by the knife of desire slashed out.
Su Wuming felt a long-lost sense of clarity and exhilaration!
This was the proudest slash displayed by the talent he had devoured.
All his thoughts, spirit, will, and desires merged and unleashed within this single slash!
This one slash, if Yellow Sword Wine had not grasped the Sword Immortal Sword Intent, had not transformed into a Demigod Cursed Corpse.
He was confident he could defeat Yellow Sword Wine.
And ascend to the second place on the True Inheritor List!
However.
Facing this supremely dazzling slash of desire, Yellow Sword Wine’s pitch-black pupils rotated, his crimson irises reflecting a trace of disdain, indifference.
His five fingers like hooks, flickering and vibrating within the void, with a flick of his digits.
It was as if he plucked a strand of the Vast Sun’s dazzling light and flicked it out!
The humming sword chant was resplendent, stretching across space, warping the air, tearing through the waves!
Su Wuming’s knife of desire crumbled, instantly collapsing!
Crushed by that seemingly effortless and ethereal, yet supremely domineering and unmatched Sword Immortal Sword Intent!
Like a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot, like a mayfly shaking a tree.
Su Wuming felt that his proudest slash, in the face of this sword light…
Was as insignificant as a grain of sand in the vast ocean!
Why…
Could it be like this?
Can genius act wantonly just because they are talented?
The sword light flicked, flowing in an instant, like a Sword Immortal aloof from the world striking with a single sword, with myriad changes and life and death within!
The Primordial Spirit’s slash, accompanied by Su Wuming’s Primordial Spirit…
Was both annihilated by the Sword Qi.
As if a deity breathed out a breath.
Only to vanish into smoke and ashes.
Su Wuming’s Primordial Spirit screamed in horror and anguish, then fell silent, his will dissipating.
His Primordial Spirit’s Golden Core cracked, and the Joyful Buddha Divine Minister inside it, which had transformed through Embryonic Breathing, also let out a scream as it was bisected by a brilliant blade of sword light, cleaved in two!
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A Primordial Spirit’s Golden Core exploded in midair, turning into ash, as countless Divine Powers burst open, unleashing an invisible and semi-transparent ripple of waves tumultuously rolling in the sky above!
Su Wuming, thoroughly dead!
Yellow Sword Wine, however, didn’t even glance at the site where Su Wuming dissipate into a mist of blood.
Even though he had wanted to kill Su Wuming for many years.
But now that he had truly killed Su Wuming, he appeared very calm, very indifferent, his heart unaffected by the slightest ripple.
In the center of his forehead, a pure white streak of Sword Qi burned slowly like a stick of incense.
He didn’t have time to dwell on Su Wuming’s death.
He was running out of time.
Yellow Sword Wine’s hair billowed like a waterfall as he stepped through midair, only wishing to kill more of the Su Family’s dogs.
The more he investigated over the years, the clearer it became just how filthy and corrupt the first Great Family of Qianyuan Dao City was, a behemoth riddled with concealed abscesses with pus.
Perhaps it was the secret technique of siphoning talent that allowed the descendants of the Su Family to indulge in unearned gains, and they began to madly experiment with all kinds of methods.
They continuously captured talented women, and in order not to draw attention within Dao City, they would even reach out from other cities, seizing women into the Su Family Mansion, no matter if it was a commoner with talent, or talented young girls from small Noble Families, trying various methods to attempt talent advancement and transfer.
