Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 239 - 120: Void-shattering Fist Intent!

Chapter 239: Chapter 120: Void-shattering Fist Intent!

Xiao Linlin glared fiercely at Xiao Chan’er and wanted to say more, but Zhou Yan had already helped Zhou Wangchen up and brushed past her.

"Zhou Yan," she will definitely... regret it immensely someday!"

Xiao Linlin suddenly cried, seemingly hiding a huge secret that she couldn’t express.

Her sobbing was profoundly sorrowful.

Xiao Zhan’s forward stride inexplicably paused for a moment. Then, without looking back, he continued to follow Zhou Yan out of the tavern that had become a ruin, leaving only the skeleton of its structure behind.

"Yan’er, I’m sorry..."

Xiao Zhan was filled with guilt and self-blame, his voice packed with sorrow.

As he spoke, his two daughters, Xiao Linlin and Xiao Chan’er, had already scoffed and stomped their feet before flying away.

"Let’s talk after we leave; there are enemies coming."

Zhou Yan didn’t care about the departure of the two women. Speaking indifferently, he had already lifted his head.

On the boundless blue sky, suddenly the void began to ripple, and then a figure clad in colorful Spirit Armor suddenly appeared.

She was a woman emanating a halo of rainbow light.

This woman was the True Spirit Level genius of the Void Third Realm—Cai Ling.

She was a powerful genius of the Third Transformation Sword Void Realm.

Now, standing in the void like a divine Goddess, she looked down upon Zhou Yan, who was walking out of the tavern ruins.

Behind her, more powerful Cultivators gradually emerged from the radiant channel.

The first was a young man dressed in white Scholarly Robe. His Scholarly Robe was of Top-grade Spirit Level quality, but it took the casual form of a robe, pure as snow and impeccably clean.

However, the arrogance in this man seemed to seep from his very bones, the chilliness clashing with his snow-white garb.

After emerging, he only glanced at Zhou Yan below before silently taking his place behind Cai Ling.

Then, Zhou Yuntian, clad in blue Spirit Armor, came forward. His originally incredibly handsome face, perhaps due to the advancement in power, now bore a haughty charm.

With a cold and indifferent smile etching his face, it seemed to flaunt his elevated status and Zhou Yan’s lowly position like an ant.

The third person to emerge was a woman. Her slender figure was evident by her slightly rounded abdomen, and her face bore the signs of hardship.

Dressed in apricot Spirit Armor which was somewhat damaged, she exuded a weak aura, but held a strong vitality within her.

As she stepped forward, everyone looked at Zhou Yan with a mocking gaze, as if wanting to read something in his eyes.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yan’s expression remained calm from start to finish.

"So this is your woman, Feng Lingqing. She’s not dead, hasn’t been abused, but on the contrary, is quite well. How do you feel? Is it a surprise to see her?"

Cai Ling didn’t speak, nor did the man in white Scholarly Robe, but Zhou Yuntian spoke first.

It seemed Zhou Yan’s arrival was completely anticipated, just as Wang Ze had said.

"My lord..."

At the sight of Zhou Yan, the woman in apricot Spirit Armor, Feng Lingqing, suddenly became excited, calling out to him in her heart, her voice silent.

"Guardian Feng, finish him. He has no chance to fight back now."

The woman in colorful clothes suddenly spoke.

Feng Lingqing’s hand gripping the sword began to tremble increasingly, but she did not respond.

"Hmm?"

The woman in colorful clothes hummed coldly, and Feng Lingqing’s face instantly turned several shades paler as she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You said you would spare his life. I have already sacrificed that fetus for this... yet now you break your promise. Why?"

Feng Lingqing suddenly lifted her head, her gaze fearless as she stared at the woman in colorful clothes.

"Hmph! You have no right to negotiate terms with me!"

The woman in colorful clothes, Cai Ling, said coldly.

With her cold snort, blood poured from all of Feng Lingqing’s orifices.

Once incredibly beautiful, she now appeared neither human nor ghost.

"Then I would rather perish together!"

Feng Lingqing didn’t wipe the blood from her eyes or face, instead, she fiercely declared.

"I did say I would spare his life, but not his body—just his Soul. I intended to keep his Soul alive."

After a moment of silence, the woman in colorful clothes seemingly compromised.

Then, she continued, "With my personality, naturally I disdain deceiving you. Go ahead. Whether he cares about you or not, it’s clear if you attempt to kill him now."

Cai Ling glanced at Zhou Yan, her voice soft as she spoke.

Although her voice was gentle, everyone saw the conclusion.

"My lord..."

As Feng Lingqing descended, facing Zhou Yan, her gaze seemed to carry many unsaid words, complex and intricate.

Zhou Yan merely watched these developments with detached indifference as if it were unrelated to him.

"My lord, I’m sorry..."

Feng Lingqing had so much to say, but a choke of emotion limited her to those few words.

"Qing’er, I ask you. Are you pregnant?"

Zhou Yan asked calmly, his voice devoid of tenderness or aloofness.

"I’m sorry... The young lady wished to leave behind a trace of the direct Soul Mark... So my ultimate mission also involved leaving some bloodline... "

"You made sure of it... Took advantage of my absence to time your pregnancy... This was your original task. Then, you planned to use the soul power of the child to fill in for Li Yunjin’s regrets. But something unexpected happened, and now you’ve handed over the fetus to Cai Ling. Right?"

Zhou Yan asked calmly.

After facing the agony inflicted by Yanyan, Zhou Yan had become numb to the deep pain he once felt.

"I’m sorry... there are many things you don’t understand, Master, but Qing’er has always, always loved you."

Feng Lingqing held back her tears and spoke softly.

Her voice grew fainter, and eventually, it seemed as if even she couldn’t hear her own words.

"Qing’er, I believe you. I know that by killing me, you just wanted to spare me from greater pain. Being alive can sometimes be more sorrowful than being dead.

Maybe you were ready to become someone else’s furnace, just temporarily, if it meant that our child could live.

I understand all of this, I really do.

But today, you can’t kill me. None of these people can kill me. They are all going to die."

Zhou Yan looked at Feng Lingqing with an expression that was the epitome of tenderness. His words were heartwarming.

Feng Lingqing couldn’t even believe her own weak and pale words.

But Zhou Yan believed them and spoke so gently in return.

At that moment, she felt that all her suffering was worth it.

She wept, yet she smiled, her face covered in blood that was terrifying to behold, but her smile still radiant.

"Hm? Feng Lingqing, you still retain your own will?"

Suddenly, the young man in a scholarly robe turned cold, seemingly unable to fathom this turn of events.

"Never mind, Zhou Yan is already useless. I’ve sensed that the Primordial Magnetic Pole Light has, as expected, entered his soul. Now, all we need to do is extract his soul, and the Heavenly Destiny plan will still proceed smoothly."

Cai Ling said calmly.

"Yes, with his soul and the spiritual fetus of his unborn daughter, the Void Body can be realized."

Zhou Yuntian confidently stated.

"Master..."

Feng Lingqing softly called out, then continued, "Our child has been suppressed. Only your soul with the Primordial Magnetic Pole Light can save her.

Between her and you, I must make a choice.

But I choose to be with you, Master. Even if it means death, our family will perish together.

So I can only apologize to our unborn daughter.

Our daughter, in my womb, has always been gentle, never kicking me except when I miss her, and then she would comfort me. I can feel her understanding."

"I miss you and wish for her to be born soon, so I named her ’Zhou Niannian,’ a remembrance, a lifelong unforgetting ’Niannian.’"

At that moment, Feng Lingqing smiled, as if relieved.

While speaking, she directed her sword toward her own abdomen.

She intended to kill her child first, then fight desperately alongside Zhou Yan against their enemies.

"I knew I couldn’t rely on you. Can you really do this in front of me? Foolish!"

Cai Ling looked down with indifference and suddenly made a move. A wave of energy, like space itself, suddenly enveloped Feng Lingqing, and instantly, she couldn’t drive her sword forward.

But in that instant, Zhou Yan moved.

A punch—Heaven and Earth changed color, space seemed to be annihilated, and suddenly manifested.

An invincible Fist Intent exploded Zhou Yan’s own body, his formidable physique still unable to withstand such a terrifying Fist Intent!

It was one of the ten Fist Intents left by his Master, named ’Void-shattering Fist Intent.’

This exemplified the pinnacle of Xingyi Tao, the punch that his Master had used to break through Heaven and Earth’s Void and enter the Heavenly Tribulation.

With this punch, the world changed.

The Tao of Heaven and Earth made a bone-chilling noise, as if howling in anger, and the space around Zhou Yan twisted completely.

His body exploded uncontrollably, flesh flying everywhere; even his Soul-level Battle Armor entered his body in an instant, guarding his vital organs from immediate destruction.

His long white hair was dyed red by the blood spurting from his head.

Bathed in blood, this punch was like doomsday incarnate, fiercely aimed at Cai Ling.

Upon execution, the Void cracked along the trajectory of his fist!

Even the impending appearance of the Sword Burial Ancestor Star of the Nine Origin Reincarnation couldn’t withstand the Void-breaking power of this punch.

At that moment, Zhou Yan was prepared to obliterate his flesh with this overwhelming Fist Intent, just to land this punch.

He hadn’t been able to protect Yanyan, but he was determined to protect Niannian.

Even against an invincible powerhouse from the Void Third Realm, he would make no exceptions.

"What is this..."

With the release of the Fist Intent, Cai Ling’s face changed drastically, suddenly feeling the power of the punch.

Zhou Yuntian and the scholarly-robed youth also turned extremely grave.

"Suppress!"

"Suppress!"

"Suppress!"

Three ’Suppress!’ commands thundered sternly. Then, three Cai Lings suddenly appeared in front of her, each drawing their swords and striking at Zhou Yan.

Next, seven figures in colorful clothes flew out from Cai Ling’s body, each one identical to her.

"The Three Souls and Seven Spirits have emerged!"

"Not good!"

"Evade!"

Zhou Yuntian and the scholarly-robed youth suddenly felt suffocated and, without hesitation, transformed into a mass of blood that fled far away.

Wang Ze and a group of others had already escaped to a great distance, and seeing this, they nearly lost their souls in fear, scattering desperately.