Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 335 - 200 Kneel Down, Bow, and Apologize!

Chapter 335: Chapter 200 Kneel Down, Bow, and Apologize!

Purple flames, controlled by a powerful soul, gradually gathered.

The seductive woman’s eyes were filled with pain and despair.

The purple flames did not touch her body, yet she felt an excruciating, suffocating pain deep within her heart.

These unknown purple flames, like vengeful spirits claiming lives, could devour one’s soul, making her soul tremble in fear.

She had never imagined that she would die in endless fear. Before this, she had thought that if she could subdue that "lowly maid," at least she would gain favor when the maid’s soul shattered during the Hall Master’s dual cultivation, extracting the Supreme Skill and Sword Dao inheritance, bringing immense benefits to the Hall Master. For herself, such a merit could elevate her status.

If this woman died, she might lose her way to live, but she would not have died in such agony.

Now, all was beyond redemption.

The handsome yet cold-as-iron man, with a single punch, shattered the heaven and earth, creating chaotic void streams.

That punch killed half the city’s population.

But no one dared to step forward or even flee.

If only... if only she had known this woman had such a lover, not even ten times her courage would have sufficed to torture this woman.

But now, regrets were futile.

Despair turned the seductive woman’s gaze ashen, but despair couldn’t free her from her impending death.

The purple flames quickly ignited, but the fiery intensity receded significantly, rendering the seductive woman’s body and soul in endless torment.

She let out an excruciating scream as her soul silently roared in struggle, like an insect flailing on a fire, violently convulsing but ultimately futile.

This ruthless scene even turned the faces of those beside Zhou Yan, White Fox Bai Ying and Wan Zichen, several shades paler.

But at this moment, no one dared to plead for mercy.

White Fox dare not, Wan Zichen dare not, nor did the man in tattered white clothes even dare to breathe.

The seductive woman’s screams gradually became hoarse and weak, yet the pain persisted.

Her physical body, under the feeble purple flames, slowly burned into nothingness; her soul, bit by bit, turned into Tribulation Ash. In endless agony, the seductive woman finally dissipated.

As her last shred of soul nearly vanished, she breathed a sigh of relief like release and revealed a relieved smile.

A deadly silence ensued.

This half an hour felt as long as a century.

After Zhou Yan burned the woman, he calmly regained his senses, glanced at the heaven and earth, and slowly clenched his fist.

His movement made Sikong Han, the middle-aged man in tattered white clothes, grow even paler.

But Zhou Yan did not punch.

He relaxed his fist, and with a gentle slap, a thin, golden Short Sword appeared in front of him.

This golden Short Sword emanated a terrifying aura, at least at the level of a Top-grade Soul Artifact.

Sikong Han and the densely packed Cultivators around him also sensed this aura, but no one harbored any greedy thoughts, knowing that even a servant was a True Spirit Level genius of the Sword Tribulation Realm, and the master wielded Top-grade Soul Artifacts, a force no one could provoke.

Sikong Han dared not speak or act rashly, resignedly awaiting Zhou Yan’s judgment.

He deeply understood that his death was inconsequential, but if his actions brought destruction to the War Soul Hall, not only would his lineage never see the light of day, but he would also become the Hall’s criminal.

"White Fox, since you have inherited the Vitality Sword Dao, this Vitality Sword shall temporarily be entrusted to you for safekeeping until Xu’er awakens and it can be passed on to her. She is the most suitable person for this Dao I have ever seen," Zhou Yan suddenly said.

His words, inexplicable to everyone, left them puzzled as to why Zhou Yan would say such a thing.

But White Fox Bai Ying merely blinked in surprise, then looking at the distant rubble, she understood something, took the sword, and respectfully said, "Yes, Master, Bai Ying will carefully safeguard this sword."

With a gentle wave of Zhou Yan’s hand, the previously burning purple flames vanished.

His gaze suddenly turned to Sikong Han, his expression indifferent as he said, "Having waited so long, the people from the War Soul Hall should be arriving soon."

His cold and merciless eyes and calm expression, deep and unreadable, instilled fear into anyone who met his gaze.

Even Sikong Han, with his Seven Transformation Sword Void Realm strength, felt a chilling cold spread through his body.

And with Zhou Yan’s words, his heart froze over.

This man... was waiting for the War Soul Hall’s powerhouses to arrive... then... everything was doomed...

...

In this world, there are its own rules, but unfortunately, the suppression of realms is ineffective against Zhou Yan.

Having obtained the Thunder Flame Soul Liquid, comprehended the Life and Death Dao, experienced the Thunderflame Mountain, and understood the Supreme Dao of the Soul Sea, not even the Heavenly Dao Laws could seal his realm since not even Tribulation Lightning could kill him.

Even in the Sword Spirit Three Heavens, Zhou Yan, under the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, could match Ji Tianxu.

Ji Tianxu’s combat power, Breaking Six, was comparable to the strength of the Sword Void Fifth Transformation Realm.

Although Zhou Yan had reached the Sword Soul Realm and could kill Ji Tianxu in a single move, with his combat power breaking six, he was comparable to a True Spirit Level genius of the Void Realm First Transformation.

Combining the Life and Death Dao, Purple Flame, and Xingyi Swordsmanship, it was not difficult for him to kill the weakened Sikong Han.

Moreover, when he struck earlier, a significant portion of the Fist Intent remained within his body. Without needing to consume more Fist Intent, he could still throw two more punches like that!

Without the pressure of a higher realm, he was unfettered, and his body became incredibly strong, able to withstand the aftereffects of his body being blasted apart by the intense Fist Intent. This meant he could consecutively punch three times!

This was likely also a special benefit after the Emperor Qi Sword Body had consolidated the Three Sword Souls. The potential of the Emperor Qi Sword Body was evident in this aspect.

"Great... Sir... Elder... I, Sikong Han, have erred, but there is a master for every debt, and you can directly kill me, Sikong Han, or use Thunder Fire to refine me to death painfully... But this matter has... nothing to do with the War Soul Hall... truly, it has nothing to do with the War Soul Hall. I can swear an oath on my soul..."

Under Zhou Yan’s gaze, Sikong Han trembled all over and suddenly knelt down.

He pleaded sorrowfully, hoping that the situation would not worsen further.

Reaching his level, he knew well that there were some forces he could never afford to offend. His initial eagerness had completely vanished, daring not to harbor the slightest bit.

Zhou Yan extended his hand towards Sikong Han, and a Purple Flame slowly began to wrap around him.

Then, the Purple Flame ignited.

However, at that moment, a cold voice suddenly appeared.

"How dare you, audacious scoundrel, to destroy my War Soul Hall’s Battle Hall’s Ninth Heaven, die!"

A clear voice came, followed by a lady in white like an angel forming a beam of light with her sword, like a shocking thunderbolt, directly striking towards Zhou Yan’s head.

This lady was a beautiful woman at the Nine Changes of Sword Void.

She controlled nine beams of sword light, and as soon as she appeared, she directly crushed the Purple Flame and delivered a full-strength slash towards Zhou Yan.

"Princess Hongyi, no, don’t do it!"

Sikong Han let out a miserable cry, but he could not stop her or withstand it.

His eyes instantly turned ashen.

White Fox Bai Ying was about to intervene.

But Zhou Yan moved first, before White Fox.

With the suppression of the realms lifted, Zhou Yan consolidated one of the earlier remaining Fist Intent’s in the palm of his hand. His Sword Soul transformed in his palm; at that moment, his hand seemed to enlarge significantly, simply stretching out and grabbing the blade light.

The terrifying blade light, almost able to tear the Void, was grabbed by Zhou Yan’s hand and instantly crushed into dust, shattering like powder.

The lady in white dressed like an angel grunted and was wounded in Zhou Yan’s grip, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

This was her life-cultivation Sun Blade Light, yet Zhou Yan crushed it easily.

His technique was completely inscrutable, and his might was terrifying beyond belief.

What was even more terrifying was when Princess Hongyi, dressed like an angel and beautiful as a Fairy, looked towards Bai Ying standing beside Zhou Yan and visibly shuddered, her complexion turning pale.

She stood still, only to see this fairy-like lady respectfully asking the cold and determined young man beside her, "Master, shall Bai Ying act and kill them all?"

Princess Hongyi’s heart sank, and then she suddenly understood why Sikong Han had so miserably screamed for her not to act because this might involve a terrifying power that even the War Soul Hall dared not provoke.

War Soul Hall was the foremost power in the Lei Yan Continent, and Princess Hongyi was very aware of that, except for the hidden powers. Some hidden forces could send out a single cultivator at a high level of Sword Tribulation to destroy the entire War Soul Hall.

So, Princess Hongyi’s expression grew cold, and she suddenly cast her gaze upon Sikong Han.

"Ah..."

Sikong Han knew that the situation had escalated beyond his control, and immediately projected a Sword Illusion Realm, revealing all the causes without any concealment.

Princess Hongyi merely sensed it, and her delicate body trembled.

She suddenly understood everything.

High and mighty as she was, Zhou Yan’s feelings for Gu Xi also struck her.

How could a woman be so important?

To consume and waste a heavenly and earthly supreme treasure like Thunder Flame Soul Liquid, just to keep this already hopeless woman breathing?

She suddenly had nothing to say.

What made her even more speechless was her own ridiculous action.

She had attacked a powerful man who nearly destroyed a city with a single punch.

With a servant woman at the Fourth Refinement of Sword Tribulation Realm, this person, regardless of his terrifying strength, even powerless, her attack would inevitably lead to her death.

But this man did not kill her; he just blocked her Life Cultivation blade light, destroyed it, and spared her a way to live.

She was still pondering that when the cold and determined young man suddenly said, "All of you, kneel down, kowtow, and apologize to Xi’er."

As he spoke, his fist clenched.

A terrifying aura of life and death suddenly emerged without wind, and between heaven and earth, there was a terrifying essence of death about to descend.