Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 271 - 148: One Sword!_2

Chapter 271: Chapter 148: One Sword!_2

But as a genius, Zhou Yan was not foolish. There had to be a reason for these people’s actions, so even though he disdained Zhou Yan and looked even further down on Zhou Yan’s native status, he still maintained his composure and refrained from further provocations.

But now, Zhou Yan had turned around.

His gaze calmly met He Yu’s as he said, "You want to kill someone?"

"That’s right, I must fight Huang FuZhan! Because both he and Immortal Qian Xi are my enemies!"

He Yu felt somewhat displeased but still suppressed his anger and killing intent, speaking with arrogance.

He was accustomed to looking down on others from high above, and facing Zhou Yan’s Triple Sword Spirit Realm, he truly had difficulty taking him seriously.

Had it not been for Huang FuZhan and Huangfu Jing’s respectful tone, he would not have bothered speaking to Zhou Yan at all.

But Zhou Yan seemed unperturbed by his tone, saying calmly, "Let’s not have anyone die here. Death would bring a fair amount of trouble."

As Zhou Yan spoke, Qian Xi kept her eyes on him, appearing as though she wished to discern every bit of him.

Yet she could see nothing, so at this moment, even Zhou Yan himself did not know his own heart.

He did not want to become a pawn, so his heart nowadays never pondered anything.

If he were to think, it would be within the Purple Flame Void; what he presented outwardly was numbness and hollowness.

The moment he contemplated something outside, he would act directly, following his heart’s desire, as peaceful as a still well.

Under such circumstances, not to mention Qian Xi, even her master ’Yao’ or Zhuge Wuwei would not possibly know what he intended to do.

So, neither He Yu nor Qian Xi could possibly see through anything.

"Afraid of death? Or are you afraid of dying yourself?"

He Yu sneered disdainfully, his tone tinged with amusement.

By this moment, he had come to an understanding.

These people were stopped here, waiting for Zhou Yan. And the rumors said Zhou Yan understood ancient arrays. They could have reached this spot, meaning it was Zhou Yan’s doing.

Zhou Yan was useful to their group.

But he was not useful to He Yu. For whatever Zhou Yan knew, He Yu could simply kill him and extract his memories using the He Family Secret Technique, then he would also come to know it.

Thus, at this point, he no longer exercised such caution.

He believed, with his status, there were not many who dared to truly confront him, nor were there many worthy to be his opponents!

Zhou Yan? Just a small fry, utterly unworthy!

"I am just afraid you will die. Afraid that your death would attract the Ancient Ghost of the Void Seventh."

Zhou Yan spoke again.

As he said this, his gaze shifted towards Qian Xi.

Of course, he knew who Qian Xi was—Qian Xi was ’Yao’s’ Direct Disciple, with a Peak State of the Triple Souls and Seven Spirits and a Combat Power that was at least breaking through the fifth level.

But Qian Xi was no match for Zhou Yan.

Given the current situation, Zhou Yan felt that after emptying his heart and personally experiencing the Lonely Sword Intent at Tianji Mountain, his Combat Power was continually growing stronger.

Now his Twelve Sword Spirits were becoming even more perfected.

Zhou Yan did not know how strong his fighting ability was, but it was sufficient to surpass Qian Xi.

At this moment, he was observing Qian Xi, watching her attitude towards him, Zhou Yan.

He had promised Yao he would not kill Qian Xi, but if Qian Xi became his enemy, he would not compromise himself.

Because he, Zhou Yan, must survive, even if not for himself, then for Yanyan, and to understand why Nian Nian chose not to be born and continue living.

He had to live on, and all enemies must die.

Under his gaze, Qian Xi did not look away. Her beautiful eyes watched him quietly.

Their eyes met, and unexpectedly, both their hearts felt extraordinarily empty. It seemed as if they both thought of nothing, yet at the same time, perhaps too much.

After a short while, Qian Xi nodded slightly and averted her gaze.

They did not speak, but Zhou Yan understood that Qian Xi would no longer be an enemy.

Although it was just a feeling, it was very direct and intensely strong.

"Ha ha ha, utterly laughable. Should I laugh at your ignorance or your arrogance? You are a mere Emperor Qi Wasted Body at the Triple Sword Spirit Realm, and yet you go up against me, a genius who is nearly at the Void Realm and at the True Spirit Level. The gap between us is enormous!

My Combat Power is close to five, on par with that of a Void Fourth level. Even if your Combat Power broke through five or six, it would only be close to the Sword Soul Three Heavens. You are still at least four whole realms behind me!

What makes you think you can have me killed?"

He Yu laughed in great derision. His eyes sparkled with mockery.

He laughed heartily, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Even because of this joke, he didn’t hurry to make a move, seemingly waiting to see how Zhou Yan would kill him.

But on this snowy field, at this moment, only his laughter could be heard; the rest did not laugh.

Even the nearly hundred young prodigies, both men and women, standing behind Qian Xi didn’t laugh either. Instead, they watched the two with a nameless emotion.

"Then watch carefully."

Zhou Yan withdrew his gaze from Qian Xi and then looked at He Yu.

At that moment, the originally quiet wind suddenly picked up again, becoming even stronger as it blew across heaven and earth.

Zhou Yan’s silver hair once more wildly danced in the air.

His hand, little by little, reached towards the black long sword at his waist.

At this moment, time itself seemed to fold.

Everyone could see his hand touching the sword, but it felt as if time had come to a stop and lagged.

The combination of slowness and quickness was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

When Zhou Yan’s hand touched the sword hilt, that lifeless sword seemed to suddenly come alive, exuding an inexplicable life energy.

Then, a solitary Sword Intent mysteriously appeared.

The wind howled, and snowflakes danced.

Desolation and sorrow filled the space between heaven and earth, heavy with the aura of death.

Feelings of loneliness, vastness, and despair suddenly emerged.

The eyes of everyone there dulled in an instant, plunging into confusion.

In that moment, a sword light appeared between heaven and earth.

The sword light, dazzling, like a startlingly beautiful scene, displayed the soul phantoms of twelve ancient fierce beasts, entwined together, charging forward.

"Whoosh—"

A sky-breaking strike, the space produced a piercing explosive sound.

Then, a spray of blood flowers suddenly burst forth, instantly branding a bloody stain on the pure white snowy ground.

The scorching hot blood quickly melted the snow, carving out a deep sword mark.

He Yu’s hand desperately clutched his own throat.

On his neck was a sword, already plunged three inches deep into his throat, its Sword Intent piercing through and shattering his brain.

The outline of his head still remained, but inside, his brain had turned into mush.

A creamy white, blood-hued fluid seeped from his orifices bit by bit, stemming the flow of blood, causing his facial skin to quickly turn purple and black.

His eyes bulged out like those of a dead fish, the pupils grotesquely enlarged.

"Errgh—"

He struggled to make a sound but could not, no matter how hard he tried.

That shocking sword strike became the last memory of He Yu’s body and soul.

"Did you see it clearly? If you didn’t, you won’t have a chance to look a second time."

Zhou Yan glanced indifferently at He Yu, his words were very plain and calm.

This genius from the He Family, a clan even bigger than the Yang Family outside the region, just died so easily by his hand.

But he felt nothing, as if he had killed merely an ant.

Human life was as cheap as grass.

In the City of No Tears, in the end, many were bound to die.

It was always better for others to die than for himself.

Just, with this man dying like this, the Evil Spirit of Void Seventh was likely to come immediately.

Zhou Yan sheathed his sword, his brows furrowed.

As he frowned, the group of young geniuses behind Qian Xi all greatly changed their expressions, fearfully stepped back a few paces, and watched Zhou Yan with eyes filled with immense fear and gravity.

At this moment, an absolute silence reigned between heaven and earth.

Only the whining of the wind, like ghosts weeping, could be heard.

"Void Seventh Evil Spirit is coming, prepare for a life-or-death battle!"

Zhou Yan glanced at everyone and suddenly looked up toward the snow-covered sky.