Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 270 - 148: One Sword!

Chapter 270: Chapter 148: One Sword!

"Eh, each one of you has some background, but you’re not yet qualified to act arrogantly in front of me, He Yu! Immortal Qian Xi, please step back and let me handle these trash."

He Yu scoffed as he stepped in front of Qian Xi.

Qian Xi frowned slightly, her gaze icy as she watched the two groups on the verge of eruption.

"Outlander He Family, so mighty, so imposing! But my Huangfu Family will never fear anyone! He Yu, feel free to make your move, and I’ll see how you plan to kill this trash, Huang FuZhan, today!"

"Brother, you’ve already used half of your energy to suppress the Time energy backlash for me, you’re no longer his match, you can’t."

Behind Huang FuZhan, who now appeared as a little girl, Huangfu Jing whispered telepathically.

"No worries, half my strength is more than enough to kill him."

Huang FuZhan did not use telepathy, but spoke aloud.

This was equivalent to revealing his own particulars.

"Very well! Let me witness just how formidable the Huangfu Family truly is!"

As He Yu finished speaking, he instantly took a step forward.

With his step, his body seemed to split, creating multiple afterimages.

This was an insight into the Void Realm, and he had reached a profound level.

But at that moment, Huang FuZhan, Gongcheng Diewu, and others were momentarily stunned and did not make a move, instead, they looked with an expression of surprise, excitement, and relief toward a certain direction in the surroundings.

He Yu found this rather odd.

The cultivators behind him also looked puzzled as they too gazed in that direction.

Then, they saw a young cultivator in white Spirit Armor.

He was handsome, with facial features sharp as if carved, leaving a deep impression on anyone.

He was also youthful, but his cold eyes harbored an invisible, profound abyss that seemed bottomless, possibly containing the rules of Time, which made him appear somewhat aged.

But that wasn’t what was most captivating.

What truly attracted attention was his head of white hair, unrivaled and as white as the vast snowy land surrounding them.

That messy white hair, blown tumultuously by the north wind, had a bewitching air of invincibility, striking a chord of fear.

At his waist hung a sword, a black long sword with a faint lotus fragrance. The white Scholarly Robe contrasted starkly with the black sword, making it profoundly conspicuous.

Yet on seeing this sword, everyone’s heart involuntarily trembled.

An inexplicable, involuntary trembling of the soul.

"A native, a Sword Spirit Three Heavens Emperor Qi Wasted Body? Isn’t this the widely rumored ’genius’ Zhou Yan? He’s still alive!"

He Yu sneered teasingly, then shifted his focus back to Huang FuZhan without lingering on Zhou Yan.

The Natural Dao of the Huangfu Family was indeed formidable. Even though he was stronger than Huang FuZhan, He Yu dared not be careless.

But he strangely found, not only was Qian Xi’s expression odd, but even the way Huang FuZhan looked at him was peculiar.

Not just Huang FuZhan, but also Hu Yidao, Yang Liufeng, and others who looked at him with a blend of strangeness and pity as if he had made a huge mistake.

This gaze made He Yu’s heart shudder a bit.

"What’s the matter? Acting all weird, are you sick?! Huang FuZhan, dare you fight?!"

He Yu shouted angrily.

Across the snowy land, only his voice echoed.

"Huangfu Jing, what’s wrong?"

Zhou Yan merely glanced at this man named ’He Yu,’ then his gaze shifted to Huangfu Jing.

He asked with a slight concern.

Maybe it was because he saw those peculiar things that he involuntarily paid more attention to her.

Nothing unusual had been noticed before.

But now, he distinctly felt that within Huangfu Jing, a surge of Time energy was rampaging, continuously corroding her soul, making her intermittently transform into a small girl and sometimes into a beautiful woman.

But in reality, she was of a young girl’s age, not too old.

This Time energy’s corrosion of the Soul was immensely painful.

Zhou Yan was always sensitive to sensing pain, but seeing this woman enduring without any complaints, and still worrying about her brother...

Perhaps it was her child-like appearance that stirred a sense of compassion in Zhou Yan, or maybe it was something else, but at this moment, Zhou Yan suddenly wanted to help her.

This feeling was somewhat unexpected.

But with such a thought, Zhou Yan went on to act.

He did what he felt like doing, following his heart’s desire.

"Zhou Lingzhe, when I was a child, I accidentally entered a Secret Realm and got struck by twisted Time power, which left lingering effects on my Soul. The recent drastic weather changes triggered it," Zhou Lingzhe reassured, no need to worry, it will soon pass and will not affect our journey."

Huangfu Jing was slightly surprised and flattered, speaking gently.

Despite the cold sweat of pain on her forehead, and her pale complexion, she strived to keep her voice from shaking, making it gentler.

"It’s alright, I will heal you later. It’s simple for me," Zhou Yan said offhandedly.

As Zhou Yan spoke, the young cultivator named ’He Yu’ looked at him with a mixture of doubt and astonishment, constantly sweeping his gaze over Zhou Yan, very certain now that Zhou Yan was beyond the Sword Spirit Three Heavens Realm, and was puzzled and amazed.