Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable-Chapter 61: Emperor’s Qi Sword Body, Dragon Soul Sword Heart

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: Emperor’s Qi Sword Body, Dragon Soul Sword Heart

"Hate?! Of course, I hate you! I am so extraordinarily talented, a peerless genius, yet Sect Master Wan Jianyun refused to take me as his disciple! He even said he would never take a disciple, so on what grounds did he accept you? Why should a piece of trash like you, who got in through the back door with connections, be the first to get a spot on the Sword Enlightenment Platform? Why must the Sect Master of our Nine Swords Sect protect you like this, warning us not to cause you trouble?

On what grounds? Is it because you’re a bastard? Is it because you’re a good-for-nothing who can never condense a Sword Soul?

Or is it because your unique bloodline, the one that might let others research the Fiery Sun Sword Body, still has some use?"

At this moment, with no one else around, Guan Xiaoyan was finally venting all the jealousy in his heart.

As he spoke, a hateful Sword Intent, exceptionally dense and focused, emanated from him.

That was a Slaughter Sword Heart. Guan Xiaoyan cultivated the Path of Slaughter, and it was sinister and vicious, capable of piercing one’s soul and destroying their Dao Heart.

His words were dripping with venom. This kind of atmosphere, this tone of voice, was enough to assault a person’s mind, stirring up an opponent’s anger and emotional turmoil.

This way, he could better execute his ruthless techniques, destroying his enemy’s Dao Heart and Sword Heart, inflicting a fatal wound in an instant.

Unfortunately for him, these verbal attacks were utterly useless against Ye Tianling.

Ye Tianling didn’t think these words were even worth getting angry over.

In Ye Tianling’s eyes, this person was already a dead man.

’Why get angry over a dead man’s joyful antics?’

SWOOSH—

Guan Xiaoyan’s slaughtering sword strike thrust forward. A dark brown sword light, like a flash of brown lightning, shot out and stabbed toward the center of Ye Tianling’s brow.

Ye Tianling sensed a flicker of danger.

His expression shifted. He immediately activated his North Nether Divine Skill and struck out with his palm.

A palm to meet a sword.

But as the sword viciously stabbed toward Ye Tianling’s palm, an Energy Aura from the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth gathered there. This made the ferocious strike feel like it had stabbed into a ball of cotton, completely unable to find purchase.

Startled, Guan Xiaoyan instinctively tried to retract his Slaughter Sword Heart.

But at that very moment, Ye Tianling’s North Nether Divine Skill suddenly flared to life.

BOOM—

The void rumbled slightly. Guan Xiaoyan’s entire body shuddered as if struck by lightning, and he began to convulse.

His body trembled violently as all of his Sword Essence Energy poured out of him like a rushing stream.

The rapid drain of his energy brought a look of utter horror to his face!

Deep in his eyes, an extreme terror appeared, as if he were experiencing the most horrifying thing imaginable.

Unfortunately, this all happened in the blink of an eye, a moment frozen in time.

Two breaths later, Ye Tianling felt as if his body were about to burst, a frenzied aura suffusing his body and mind.

Crimson Qi Blood emanated from his entire body, making him look as if he were burning his Bloodline Talent. Bathed in the brilliant crimson light, his body seemed to grow larger and taller.

He stood there quietly like a blood-drenched War God, like a Demon God descending upon the mortal world.

VMM—

Ye Tianling squeezed his hand in the empty air, and the Fiery Sun Sword suddenly manifested in his grasp.

"Mercy—Grandfather, spare me!"

As if realizing something, Guan Xiaoyan could no longer care about his own wretched state, nor about the tragic fact that his Sword Heart Third Heaven Realm had suddenly plummeted to the Sword Heart First Heaven Realm. His body trembling, he forced himself to his knees and immediately began to kowtow and beg for mercy.

However, as he lowered his head, a vicious look hidden in his eyes grew even more frenzied.

"Mercy? You cur! The first time you insulted me, I hadn’t yet decided to kill you. That was your one chance! But the second insult sealed your fate!"

Ye Tianling sneered.

"You little bastard, don’t get cocky! Do you have any idea how formidable my Zhao Family is? How dare you provoke me—"

Zhao Sikong roared furiously.

He was utterly disdainful of Guan Xiaoyan’s "despicable" behavior.

Zhao Mu, however, said nothing. He stared at Ye Tianling with an incredibly solemn expression, clearly very wary.

"Don’t worry, it’ll be quick!"

Ye Tianling said lightly, and the sword in his hand suddenly shot out.

"Emperor’s Qi Sword Body, Dragon Soul Sword Heart—Kill!"

The Qi Blood surging through Ye Tianling’s body seemed to transform into a blood-red Five-Clawed Golden Dragon!

The blood-red Five-Clawed Golden Dragon roared as the sword, carrying a heaven-shaking slaughtering intent, shot forth in an instant.

PFFT—

Guan Xiaoyan, who was still kneeling and kowtowing, had suddenly torn something and was in the middle of throwing out a Slaughter Prohibition Talisman using his Essence Blood as a Blood Sacrifice. His hand froze in mid-air.

The Prohibition Talisman in his hand was pierced through the center by that streak of Slaughter Sword Intent.

Then, the Fiery Sun Sword, like a beam of blood-red light, instantly pierced through his brow and exited the back of his head.

An overwhelmingly tyrannical aura of Destruction instantly shattered his brow, and the immense piercing power even cracked his skull open.

"AHH—"

Guan Xiaoyan cried out miserably and collapsed to the ground.

BOOM—

Only then did the Slaughter Prohibition Talisman explode in mid-air with a PFFT, kicking up a violently chaotic storm of air.

The blast of air sent sand and stones flying, directly knocking over Zhao Mu and Zhao Sikong, who were standing not far from Guan Xiaoyan.

The two of them coughed up mouthfuls of blood. The shockwave from the Prohibition Talisman’s explosion left them covered in dust and in a pathetic state.

As the two men coughed up blood, Ye Tianling waved his hand, recalling the Fiery Sun Sword, and then walked toward Zhao Mu and Zhao Sikong step by step.

By now, the faces of Zhao Mu and Zhao Sikong were deathly pale, and their eyes finally filled with terror.

Just now, Guan Xiaoyan had played his trump card, the ’Slaughter Prohibition Talisman’, but Ye Tianling had not only shattered it with a single sword strike, nullifying its killing intent, but he had also managed to instantly kill the powerful Guan Xiaoyan?!

Guan Xiaoyan was an existence on the cusp of the Sword Spirit Realm, while Ye Tianling was merely at the Sword Essence Third Heaven Realm. How could he be so powerful? How could his Battle Power be so heaven-defying!

How was this possible?!

But they had seen it all with their own eyes. Even if they didn’t want to admit it, they had to.

The two of them sucked in a cold breath. Zhao Sikong, in particular, who had been so gleefully cursing earlier, now had an extremely ugly expression on his face.

"Did that Xiao Ningqing send you to stir up trouble?"

Ye Tianling suddenly asked.

The two men’s expressions faltered slightly.

Zhao Sikong grit his teeth and said, trying to sound tough despite his fear, "It has nothing to do with Junior Sister Ningqing! We just couldn’t stand it anymore and wanted to teach you a lesson! You’re just someone who got in through the back door. On what grounds do you get to forcibly take Junior Sister Ningqing’s spot for the Sword Enlightenment Platform? Besides, you can never condense a Sword Soul, so even if you’re strong now, it’s useless. In the future... you have no future! So, Ye Tianling, don’t get too arrogant!"

Zhao Mu said, "Ye Tianling, you killed Guan Xiaoyan. Guan Xiaoyan is Elder Guan’s grandson. You... you should run. Otherwise, even the Sect Master will have a hard time dealing with this for you!"

Ye Tianling nodded slightly. "So it really was that bitch Xiao Ningqing’s trick of borrowing a knife to kill someone. Fine. I need to make an example of someone anyway. Might as well kill you all."

As Ye Tianling spoke, he waved his hand. Zhao Sikong’s eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.

In his vision, Ye Tianling’s hand became a blur.

’What kind of speed is that?’

By the time he saw that blur, he realized his head was already flying through the air.

Fast!

It was a fast sword technique!

So fast, there was no time to react.

When he did realize what had happened, it was with the last flicker of his consciousness.

The immense Qi Blood Power sent a fountain of his blood shooting three meters into the air, launching his head skyward.

He became aware of what happened as he watched his own field of vision rise.

He died with his eyes wide open, filled with immense hatred, loathing, and regret...

But alas, all that indignation gradually faded into darkness, into nothingness.

Zhao Sikong’s head flew up and then fell from the sky. His eyes, filled with fear, despair, hatred, venom, and regret, bulged out like those of a dead fish. He truly died with a grievance.

Ye Tianling lifted his foot and kicked the rolling head.

The head shot out like a cannonball, smashing violently into Zhao Mu’s face.