Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao-Chapter 607 - 043 Battle with Wang Xi

The Saint’s ethereal body shuddered, and the terrifying suppression force continued to bear down on Zhou Yan’s head, even though the Killing Spirit Divine Dao had struck him, the Saint’s assault showed no signs of stopping.

But what Zhou Yan grasped was that split-second opportunity; he had never intended to suppress a Saint with the insufficient energy from within the Soul Killing Divine Stone—it was simply impossible. What he needed was a momentary chance, a moment to execute the Netherworld Life and Death Bridge Technique!

Under the previous terrifying pressure, even though Zhou Yan had no fear of the Saint’s majesty, he still nearly failed to strike; now, seizing this opportunity, Zhou Yan immediately transformed into a Netherworld being, his body disintegrating into particles like a shadow dissolving into the air, vanishing completely.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The place where Zhou Yan stood was utterly shattered into fine dust, and the Void itself collapsed with flaws, the previously serene and beautiful environment immediately suffered catastrophic destruction.

The canyon that existed before was now gone without a trace, and stones and dust were scattered all around, the air filled with flying debris and dust clouds.

The dim sky, dense with furious, chaotic energy, obscured the once-clear Void. As the Void began to support itself for a moment longer, it immediately cracked open widely, erupting into endless black light, within which streams of chaotic energy surged violently, emitting whining sounds.

Between Heaven and Earth, nothing could be seen anymore; everything was shattered by the Saint’s destructive suppression energy.

The boundless furious energy became more and more chaotic, roaring and raging in the world, making all directions tremble.

The area where the canyon once stood, in a radius of a hundred miles, had now collapsed, revealing huge ravines. Cold Pond was already dry, and the mysterious cave dwelling that it housed was completely collapsed and broken, turned into ruins.

But at that moment, the apparition suddenly let out a muffled grunt, then violently spewed out a mouthful of blood, his entire figure being blown away.

His body, for some unknown reason, had suddenly broken apart at one edge, as if it was about to be shattered by some unnamed energy.

"What, what kind of killing Dao is this? Could it be Divine Tao? You, you actually possess Divine Tao?"

Wang Xi shouted in shock and anger.

He had initially thought little of it when he took a hit from Zhou Yan, but that energy suddenly erupted within his body after he struck out, almost instantly exploding him to death!

This energy was extremely terrifying, like a highly corrosive poison; once it erupted inside the body, the flesh immediately rotten away, as if a powerful strike had obliterated it.

However, through this mysterious Killing Dao, Wang Xi suddenly thought of a way to deal with this seemingly insignificant but rather troublesome character.

"Are you surprised? I was able to slaughter Ji Yangze, a Saint, so what makes you any different? Slaughtering Saints, for me, you are not the first, nor will you be the last!"

Zhou Yan’s voice emanated casually through the Void without his actual figure showing.

Instead, in the Void, the image of an eight-carried sedan chair began to appear.

This apparition shifted constantly, elusive, and even with the abilities of Wang Xi as a Saint’s avatar, he found himself unable to lock on the Netherworld Bridge.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xi as a Saint’s avatar turned from calm to agitated very quickly, as he connected the dots between the origins of the Netherworld Life and Death Bridge Technique and the eight-carried sedan chair, his expression turned exceedingly dark.

"You... you actually cultivated the shocking divine technique of the Life and Death Illusion Realm using the bloodline of Sword Burial Ancestor Star!"

Wang Xi as a Saint’s avatar spoke with an increasingly cold voice, his heart seemingly unable to hide the intense jealousy he felt, as such techniques amounted to an invincible survival skill, even Saints envied it.

Wang Xi now seemed at a loss for what to do with Zhou Yan, his expression showing anxiety and reluctance, thus he did not strike immediately.

"Didn’t expect you, an old geezer, to be somewhat knowledgeable."

Zhou Yan scoffed coldly.

But at that moment, Zhou Yan suddenly felt a chilling sensation all over his body, a feeling that his Soul was locked by a powerful Saint.

Zhou Yan was about to flee into the Purple Flame Void, but found that his body and Soul were completely locked and could not move!

He couldn’t even execute the Netherworld Heaven Bridge Technique!

His heart ’thudded’ with alarm, and he instantly knew that this Saint’s apparition had mixed truth with falsehood all along; the opponent was showing weakness as a ruse, intentionally using such despicable methods to lower his guard.

"This old man’s wisdom far exceeds that of a youth like you. After you’re thoroughly dead, take your time to understand that!"

Wang Xi Saint’s avatar let out a ferocious sneer, and then, an unspeakably terrifying offensive onslaught violently struck Zhou Yan right between the eyes.

It was an impact of absolute death, unstoppable, because even the Void was shattered once again.

This was an attack from a Saint, and for Zhou Yan, being at the Sixth Stage of Void Realm, the gap between their realms was unimaginably vast.

This strike sent Zhou Yan’s heart plummeting to the depths, and he also understood that the Saint might not have caught him the first or second time, but there was no way he would miss a third time!

As a Saint who had experienced countless battles, if it were him, Zhou Yan, failing to kill a cultivator at the Sword Beginning Realm twice, he would go all out without holding back a third time! Then, that Sword Beginning cultivator would have no chance of escape!

The same principle held; after two misses, this Saint would certainly not fail a third time!

...

The intense pressure and soul targeting made Zhou Yan feel as if he was seeing his own miserable demise.

Just like when he killed others, reduced to ashes, body shattered.

The Purple Flame Void collapsed, all life within shattered to pieces, corpses everywhere, and piles of white bones...

This scene seemed as if it would happen at any moment, like a nightmare devouring and burning Zhou Yan’s heart.

"No!"

Zhou Yan bellowed in anger, his soul struggling violently, twisting, trying to break free from the Saint’s targeted energy.

At that moment, beside the ancient parasol tree seedling within Zhou Yan’s soul Dantian, the motionless golden shattered sword, the Xuanyuan Sword Fragment, suddenly ’hummed’ and vibrated.

A mysterious force rippled out, manifesting golden oracle bone script texts.

That gentle vibration shattered all oppressive forces, all terrible attacks immediately dissipated, and the shattered Void suddenly returned to its original state.

Wang Xi Saint’s avatar suddenly jerked violently and was sent flying backward, as if he had suffered an inexplicable heavy blow, his body twitching uncontrollably, his face turning a purplish-red, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Pu——"

Having just struggled to stand up, Wang Xi Saint’s avatar spat out another mouthful of blood. His gaze fixated on Zhou Yan with a mixture of shock and uncertainty, yet his eyes were like swords, able to kill a thousand times over with intense hatred.

"This— what is this? I refuse to believe that I, Wang Xi, as a dignified Saint, can’t slay a little ant like you! I want to see how many tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Wang Xi Saint was in a sorry state but completely mad, mad enough that he no longer hid his identity, revealing it outright!

The dignity of a Saint seemed to have encountered a severe provocation, and he descended into total madness!

And Zhou Yan himself was somewhat stunned by this turn of events.

Because at this level of combat, he could barely see clearly; he only felt the golden sword fragment beside the parasol tree seedling in his soul Dantian vibrate, and the opposing Wang Xi Saint was sent flying.

As for the specifics, Zhou Yan couldn’t see clearly at all.

At this moment, as Wang Xi Saint made another move, Zhou Yan could do nothing but watch helplessly; the energy of the Soul Killing Divine Stone had been completely depleted, its suppressive power now ineffective, and he was still unable to perform the Netherworld Bridge Technique or enter the Purple Flame Void, leaving him without the power to retaliate.

Wang Xi the Saint had gone insane and immediately sealed off the space again, fearing Zhou Yan’s escape, rendering Zhou Yan utterly powerless.

Wang Xi went mad and derived an ancient cultivation technique that gave rise to desolation; his entire being aged tremendously, like eternal withered wood! Yet in such a state, the killing intent Wang Xi derived was even more terrifying, as though it could lead to the destruction of planets!

This power was the true onset of doomsday, a planetary disaster!

To Zhou Yan, it felt as if he was facing an attack as though the entire universe was pressing down on him.

Zhou Yan felt like an ordinary person facing the destruction of an entire planet; it was no longer a question of resistance.

All attempts at defiance were futile and laughable!