Invincible Dad-Chapter 571 Yiyi Xu Doesn’t Understand Swordplay_1

Chapter 571: Chapter 571 Yiyi Xu Doesn’t Understand Swordplay_1

Xu Lai looked toward the East, suddenly letting out a light exclamation. His Divine Sense swept over the area, and he said somewhat helplessly, "Ruan Lan really loves to cause trouble. That sword is also a bit strange; it looks like a broken sword."

"Has Ruan Lan caused trouble again?" Ruan Tang sat up quickly, asking anxiously.

"No trouble. She just took Yiyi and Qian Xiao out to play instead of sleeping at home."

Xu Lai’s gaze fell upon his wife’s delicate body. "You should at least put on some clothes," he said with concern. "Aren’t you cold?"

"You have the nerve to say that?" Ruan Tang bit her lip, both embarrassed and annoyed. "How many of my clothes did you tear just now? It’s a good thing I brought extras!"

"..."

Xu Lai said sheepishly, "They were poor quality. It had nothing to do with me."

Ruan Tang glared at him. "Smooth talker."

Xu Lai pointed at the sky to change the subject. "Honey, look at those two stars. They’re so big and so white."

"???"

Ruan Tang’s face flushed as she pinched his waist fiercely. "Are your eyes really on the stars?!"

"My hand is pointing, but my eyes won’t listen."

"..."

After a while of playful banter, Ruan Tang pouted, "Xu Lai, your wife has been hungry for hours, and you used it as a chance to bully me. I’m going to go tell my Senior Sister on you."

"No, no, no! I’ll go cook right now."

Xu Lai kissed his wife’s forehead and then started to kindle the charcoal for the barbecue. At the same time, he sent out a wisp of his Divine Sense to keep an eye on Sea Temple Island.

Even without divination, he knew that Deng Xiaoyao—an old fellow comparable to the mid-stage Golden Core Realm—was there to avenge his grandson, Deng Shu. Their bloodline auras were nearly identical.

Interesting. He’s an Earth native, yet he practices cultivation techniques from the Immortal Domain. How did he manage to leave Earth? And that sword...

Xu Lai furrowed his brow. He hadn’t been mistaken; it was a broken sword. Even he couldn’t determine its exact age, but it emanated a vaguely familiar aura. Everyone is curious, and Xu Lai was no exception. After observing for a while and still being unable to see through the sword’s strange origins, he simply reached out to grab it.

「Sea Temple Island.」

Deng Xiaoyao held the Mojian Wuzheng in his hand. The tribulation clouds roiling in the sky above lent him an indescribably malevolent air.

Over a thousand years ago, the Mojian Wuzheng was sealed on Penglai Island by the Yunxiao Sect, the leader of the thirteen Holy Lands. This led to the establishment of the Penglai Sword Pavilion, which used a million sharp swords to suppress this single blade!

Wuzheng. That which is evil.

Deng Xiaoyao stood with one hand behind his back, holding the demon sword in his right. He said indifferently, "I originally didn’t want to use Wuzheng, but you little flies are hopping around in front of me, and it’s quite irritating. I might as well send you all to the afterlife!"

"That sword looks powerful," Ruan Lan remarked, her eyebrows shooting up. She pulled the eager Qian Xiao and Yiyi behind her to protect them.

"In history, the Mojian Wuzheng has only appeared twice. Each time, a million people died," Deng Xiaoyao said, tilting his head. A boundless killing intent filled his voice. "Today is the third time. All of you, and East Sea City itself, will accompany my grandson in death!"

With that, Deng Xiaoyao’s figure transformed into a bolt of lightning and vanished. When he reappeared, he was behind Ruan Lan, slashing down with his sword. No Sword Intent spread out, nor did any strange phenomena manifest. The Mojian Wuzheng simply smashed directly onto Ruan Lan’s defensive Starlight Array.

BANG!

The Formation instantly shattered, dissipating into countless specks of starlight. Ruan Lan spat out a large mouthful of essence blood. Her face turned deathly pale as she staggered and collapsed, suffering from the Formation’s backlash.

"Auntie!" Xu Yiyi and Qian Xiao cried out, their eyes red with worry.

"Run," Ruan Lan said, her voice as faint as a thread. "Quick!"

"Run?" Deng Xiaoyao threw his head back and howled. "Too late!"

He unleashed his second strike. A mere wisp of the Demon Sword’s aura caused the void to crack and the earth to tremble. The sea surrounding the island roiled, throwing up waves a hundred zhang high. In Deng Xiaoyao’s mind, with his Boundary and comprehension of the Sword Dao, he could slay demons and gods alike while wielding the Mojian Wuzheng!

And that should have been the case. But Deng Xiaoyao never dreamed that a crisp sound would suddenly ring out from the air.

DING—

The Mojian Wuzheng had been blocked!

Deng Xiaoyao’s pupils constricted as he stared in disbelief. What blocked the No Righteous Sword was not some divine weapon, but a withered tree branch. Or rather, it was Xu Yiyi, who had used the withered branch in her hand to unleash a stroke of Qingfeng Sword Intent.

Not only did it block the Mojian Wuzheng, but it still had enough power to spare to knock back Deng Xiaoyao, who was wielding the demon sword, a full three li.

PFFT.

A sweet taste filled Deng Xiaoyao’s throat as the qi and blood in his body churned violently. He forcefully suppressed the urge to vomit blood. His expression was dazed, his eyes filled with disbelief. His own preemptive strike had been defeated!

The blade he held was the Mojian Wuzheng. Looking back through the thousands of years of Hua Country’s history, the divine might of Wuzheng was unquestionably number one. It simply couldn’t be compared to a withered branch. Therefore, it meant that in terms of comprehending the Sword Dao, Deng Xiaoyao had been thoroughly defeated by a six-year-old girl—utterly and completely.

"Your swordsmanship... who was your master?" Deng Xiaoyao’s voice was incredibly hoarse, tinged with a faint dread.

To a Sword Cultivator, their sword is their companion; it is their life. They are exceptionally sensitive to Sword Qi, Sword Intent, and Sword Momentum, and the higher their attainments in the Sword Dao, the more acute this sensitivity becomes. When two Sword Cultivators dueled, the victor could often be determined the very instant their blades were drawn. And just now, Deng Xiaoyao hadn’t even sensed Xu Yiyi draw her ’sword.’ Only when he was sent flying did he perceive that strange Sword Intent.

At first, the Sword Intent Xu Yiyi had unleashed felt as gentle as a breeze on his face, yet it possessed an unimaginable tyranny. If Xu Yiyi’s training hadn’t been so new, if she hadn’t fully grasped the Qingfeng Sword Intent, and if she hadn’t completely integrated the Golden Core Realm, that first exchange wouldn’t have just knocked Deng Xiaoyao back three li. It would have been a blade to the throat, splattering blood for three li!

"My daddy taught me," Xu Yiyi said without hiding anything. "My daddy is the most powerful person in the world. He taught me for two whole days, but I still don’t really understand the sword."

"..."

Deng Xiaoyao was stupefied. She had learned for two days and didn’t really understand the sword, yet she had surpassed his decades of practice. Suddenly, Deng Xiaoyao felt a wave of despair. So, geniuses really did exist in this world. A genius only needed a bit of guidance from a master. After casually learning for two days, they could achieve what ordinary people, and even other prodigies, couldn’t attain in lifetimes of bitter cultivation.

"My grandson, Deng Shu, did not die in vain. It was his honor to die at your hands, Xu Yiyi."

"However, I must still avenge him."

"Deng Shu’s master went missing, and he only had me left. But what did you do? You killed my dearest grandson."

Deng Xiaoyao had suffered many shocks in the past two days. He, who had always fancied himself a prodigy of the Sword Dao, was now emotionally unstable. He even showed signs of a psychological breakdown, all because he had begun to doubt the path of the invincible Sword Dao he had followed his entire life. Some people collapse into pain and misery. Others become even more cold and cruel, even hysterical and crazed. Deng Xiaoyao was one of the latter.

"O Heavens, lend me three zhang and three, to drench this city in demonic blood and imbue my Golden Core!"

Deng Xiaoyao roared to the sky. The Mojian Wuzheng in his hand grew with the wind, transforming into a colossal sword that spanned the entire horizon. No one knew that this sword was thirty-three thousand, three hundred and thirty-three zhang long!

The moment it appeared, it completely shattered the island barrier Deng Xiaoyao had previously erected. Any Martial Artist below the Ninth Grade fainted instantly under the Demon Sword’s terrifying aura. Xu Wandao and the other Divine Gate Realm experts finally saw the situation on the island, but their expressions changed dramatically.

The aura emanating from that sword could destroy the entire Earth!

But at that very moment, a hand reached out from a distant mountain peak.