Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 240 - 121: Anyone Who Blocks My Way Must Die

Chapter 240: Chapter 121: Anyone Who Blocks My Way Must Die

Cailing, at this moment, had her Three Souls and Seven Spirits all manifest, each wearing top-grade supreme Spirit Armor. But facing the Fist Intent, the armors crumbled away like torn paper with continuous cracking sounds.

The defense of the armors of the Three Souls and Seven Spirits shattered completely, and the heavens and earth burst apart. The entire Carefree Ancient City faced a devastating apocalypse.

Countless Cultivators, in the path of this Fist Intent, turned to dust and smoke; even more Cultivators disintegrated in the Energy blasts from the exploding Spirit Armors of the Three Souls and Seven Spirits.

Ten sets of Spirit Armor were destroyed; the Three Souls and Seven Spirits then suddenly merged into one Void Body. The Void Body took out an Ancient Flute and, with a speed Zhou Yan could never have imagined, sat down, turned away, and began to play.

The sobbing and wailing sounds painted the sky red.

The strong Sword Intent Energy swept over like a storm, incessantly clashing against Zhou Yan’s punch.

In the end, Zhou Yan’s body finally collapsed into a pile of bones under the immense Fist Intent as the strength of the Fist Intent gradually waned.

Cailing Fairy, her colorful clothes now devoid of any luster, was also drenched in blood. Her Void Body showed cracks all over but still stood before her true form, with her back to Zhou Yan, playing the weeping flute.

Lonely Sword Intent, continuously emerging, fiercely resisted that Fist Intent.

Ultimately, the Fist Intent dissipated, and the Void broke. Black chaotic streams surged down, and everything they encountered was reduced to ash.

"Good! You’ve hidden yourself well, so cruel and ruthless, with such a desperate move. You’re ready to perish and shatter your Soul just for this! I will make sure you never recover!"

Cailing suddenly sneered, and then, letting her Void Body take the aftershock of that shocking Fist Intent, her true form suddenly appeared in front of Feng Lingqing, launching a palm strike at her.

"Die!"

Zhou Yan seemed to have anticipated this, charging directly at Cailing. Meanwhile, the Undying Rebirth Technique unfolded, and as his flesh gradually regenerated, Zhou Yan once again mustered another Fist Intent.

He would spare nothing to kill Cailing right there and then!

"Husband, Qing’er loves you, for all eternity!"

Feng Lingqing suddenly did not dodge, instead rushing towards that palm, while unleashing a Sword Intent, drawing in the disruptive black streams from the shattered Void to crash towards her.

"Live well..."

Feng Lingqing spoke, and in that moment, she ignited her own blood, setting it aflame!

"No—"

Zhou Yan roared in anger as the black Void stream instantly devoured Feng Lingqing, while Cailing’s strike, already launched, was retracted too late.

The black Void stream suddenly rushed towards Feng Lingqing but also engulfed Cailing, eliciting immeasurable pain and a distortion of her face. At last, her appearance changed abruptly, revealing a face familiar to Zhou Yan.

That face appeared briefly before vanishing; Cailing’s Void Body suddenly burst into flames and was swallowed by the black stream.

Her true form appeared where the Void Body had once been and then transformed into a streak of light, vanishing into the sky.

The black stream, like a monstrous beast, surged towards Zhou Yan and those in the distance, like Zhou Wangchen.

"Get lost!"

Seeing the woman’s face, Zhou Yan’s heart instantly chilled. He suddenly understood many things and couldn’t help but bellow in fury.

The pitch-black Void stream actually paused momentarily before veering away from Zhou Yan’s body, rushing forward and annihilating everything in its path.

"Get lost, get lost, get lost!"

Zhou Yan, his bloodied hair in disarray, charged towards the black stream. His now skeletal hand desperately tried to grasp Feng Lingqing, but she was nowhere to be found.

The black stream wrapped around Zhou Yan’s bloody and skeletal hand, emitting a hissing sound as it exploded, then surprisingly retreated once more.

At this time, the shattered Void began to heal naturally.

In a short while, the Void stream disappeared, and peace returned to the heavens and earth.

The Spiritual Energy of the world no longer entered Zhou Yan’s body. From this moment on, Heavenly Dao began to reject him.

The realm of his Emperor Qi Sword Body, now close to condensing a Sword Soul, was no longer supported by Heavenly Dao, and fate no longer favored him.

The ferocity of this battle was beyond imagination. Most of the Carefree Main City was destroyed, and many surviving Cultivators flew out with fiery anger, staring bitterly at Zhou Yan.

Even with Zhou Yan’s fearsome aura, they showed no sign of retreat.

"You demon, you killed my entire family! Give me back my father, my son!"

"Zhou Yan, why won’t you die! You should have died long ago, you killed half the Cultivators of Carefree Main City, why won’t you just die! You go die!"

"Zhou Yan, I’ll fight you to the death!"

"You deserve such a fate, not accepted by the world. You were never meant to condense a Sword Soul, so why bother struggling, killing one innocent after another!"

"Zhou Yan, if not for you, a brute, a waste, my two-year-old daughter wouldn’t have been killed by the powerful turmoil. Your daughter deserved to die!"

"Your family is people, and mine are not? I’ve lost everything, I’ll fight you to the end!"

...

An overwhelming flood of curses fell like rain from the sky, the Cultivators of Carefree Main City had never been so united, yet now it was because of him.

Zhou Yan showed no expression. His body couldn’t withstand the Fist Intent that surpassed countless realms. The moment it condensed, it immediately exploded, leaving only a skeleton wrapped around his intestines and internal organs.

If not for the protection of his Soul-level Battle Armor within, his body would have collapsed completely.

After attempting three times with the same devastating outcome, Zhou Yan realized this aftereffect couldn’t be healed in a short time.

The world didn’t provide him with Energy support; relying solely on Origin Energy, he could only waste away.

But Zhou Yan had no regrets.

He looked at the swarming Cultivators approaching, his gaze icy and merciless.

In this fight, he was the victim. Although he was one of the killers, that Cailing was certainly another. Yet people’s nature to bully the weak and fear the strong made them overlook everything, believing Zhou Yan’s struggle was wrong, that he deserved to be killed by Cailing.

They themselves deserved to be treated like slaves by genius Cultivators from other realms.

So, Zhou Yan said nothing more and would not say anything.

The next moment, his hollow eyes, skeletal in appearance, suddenly each displayed twelve Sword Spirits, which at that time continuously shattered and exploded, as if the Sword Spirits were destroying themselves.

Then, Zhou Yan unleashed his Lonely Sword Intent, the overwhelmingly powerful Lonely Sword Intent, coupled with the Soul-level Broken Worry Sword, with each strike, rivers of blood flew through heaven and earth.

Countless Cultivators burst apart like watermelons, their flesh and blood strewn about, their eyes blurred by the blood that had covered them.

"Yan’er... don’t act rashly..."

Suddenly, Zhou Wangchen spoke.

He and Xiao Zhan were always behind Zhou Yan and had not been affected by any of the energy.

At this point, the mad Zhou Wangchen suddenly came back to his senses.

He called out to stop, to stop Zhou Yan from slaughtering innocent Cultivators, but...it was already too late.

With every drop of blood that Zhou Yan shed, it transformed into ancient Sword Intent, ceaselessly slaying.

At his Realm, he was now invincible to anyone with less than Three Souls and Seven Spirits.

No Cultivators could withstand him.

"Alas..."

Zhou Wangchen sighed, and then became incredibly dejected.

In his aged gaze, it seemed that he had already seen through many things.

From Zhou Yan’s very bones, Sword Spirits flew out incessantly, like an endless life force.

The Dragon Sword Spirit roared through the void, spurting out energy as Sword Qi, like thousands of swords being fired simultaneously, ruthlessly slaughtering.

Then, the White Tiger Sword Spirit appeared, the wind stirred, clouds rose, and lightning thundered, as if heralding the end of the world.

As if great numbers of ancient Divine Beasts were appearing, this piece of heaven and earth filled with the roaring and bellowing of the Divine Beasts. Ultimately, the last Cultivator, drenched in blood, stood amidst the fallen crowd, yet did not fall.

She was a woman in yellow Spirit Armor, already marked with sword wounds, her body somewhat exposed, but all concealed by the blood.

She looked at Zhou Yan with a pair of eyes filled with sorrow and gloom.

Zhou Yan, too, looked at her indifferently.

"You’ve come," Zhou Yan spoke. His voice was exceptionally cold, for it came from his bones, making it harsh and unpleasant.

"Brother Zhou Yan, why must you do this?"

The woman was extremely melancholic.

"Someone has to die, it’s better that others die than I."

Zhou Yan answered calmly.

"Is this the Heartless Sword Dao?"

"No, this is the Affectionate Sword Dao. The Affectionate Sword Dao is doomed to end in death. Even if it seems heartless, it is affectionate. If the Heavenly Dao is cruel, then I’ll break this heaven; thus someone is destined to die.

Whoever blocks my way must die,"

Zhou Yan replied coldly.

He was numb; Feng Lingqing caught in the chaotic void streams, was unlikely to survive, nor the unborn child within her.

If there was the slightest chance, it was that the chaotic void streams seemed not to harm him. Perhaps then, his daughter who shared his bloodline, might have a chance to live?

This was like the last straw grasped by a drowning person, even though the thought seemed absurd and laughable, Zhou Yan still thought it, still believed it.

Believing that Feng Lingqing and her child might still have a chance to live.

This was also the important reason he still maintained his composure.

Otherwise, Zhou Yan didn’t know if he would go mad again.

"The Affectionate Sword Dao, the Heartless Sword Dao... truly laughable Dao. If one day I can create a world, I would definitely not let the people of that world cultivate any Dao. I would let them be extremely frail by themselves, only able to rely on external forces for development.

That way, maybe there wouldn’t be..."

The woman spoke, but stopped herself, because even she felt it was a ridiculous and unrealistic notion.

"Where is the Zhou Family?" Zhou Yan looked coldly at the woman.

"They have retreated, led away by an awakened Ancestor. You won’t find them. The only reason I stayed... was to take one more look at you before I left, to remember you for a lifetime."

After she finished speaking, the woman silently turned away.

Her figure gradually disappeared.

She had always been just a projection, not real.

"A projection of a Heavenly Spirit Sword Body, yet capable of deceiving the real and the fake. Zhou Ying, if you really wanted to take one more look at me, why use a false projection? Are you still worried that I’d go mad and kill you all? Do you think you deserve my wrath?"

Zhou Yan smiled indifferently, but it only tugged at the bones of his hardened cheeks.

At this moment, he was nothing but a skeleton without a trace of flesh.

He sighed, shouldered his sword, and walked towards his father.

But, just then, a light appeared in the sky, and an old woman wielding a cane, carrying an extraordinarily beautiful girl, raced towards them at great speed.

"Grandmother, hurry, hurry, Brother Zhou Yan isn’t going to make it—"

She urged desperately, but her voice suddenly stopped.

For at that moment, her gaze landed on Zhou Yan. Then, tears instantly flowed down, and with a pained, choked voice, she said: "Brother Zhou Yan, I’m sorry, I’ve come too late... too late..."