Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 432 - 081 Saint Oppression

Chapter 432: Chapter 081 Saint Oppression

Zhou Yan’s Cloud Sword Intent struck out, immediately transforming into Vitality Sword Dao. Within Thunder God Fire Sword Dao, Vitality Sword Dao was the final sword technique. It entirely encompassed the suppressing and paralyzing effects of Zhou Gucheng’s techniques. As this sword struck, Guardian Qing and her two companions were immediately suppressed. They couldn’t move and lost the ability to fight back.

Despite the effect lasting only for an instant, it was incredibly terrifying.

Because in that instant, Zhou Yan had already appeared beside the three of them.

"Zhou Yan, how dare you!"

Coming to her senses, Guardian Qing was terrified, her beautiful face pale, eyes clearly filled with alarm.

Her Light Wings fluttered intensely, creating a series of phantom images.

She felt the threat of death looming.

"Vile creature, how dare you kill us, Guardian Qing—"

Guanghua Shuangbi exclaimed in shock and anger at that moment.

Even Ji Wu, usually serene, showed a shocked expression. Clearly, his intention was not truly to kill these three but rather to drive them into a desperate situation and then capture them.

After all, Guardian Qing was a saint’s descendant and a saint’s daughter!

But it seemed Zhou Yan didn’t hear them. He displayed terrifying physical strength, and with one palm strike, three palm shadows flickered.

With this palm strike, three palm shadows appeared simultaneously above Guardian Qing and Guanghua Shuangbi’s heads, then swept down like a decayed tree breaking in the wind.

"Pu pu pu—"

Terrifying strength struck their heads, causing them to explode instantly. Even their souls, as they tried to escape, were crushed by this horrific physical strength and shattered into pieces.

One palm strike, from head to toe, reduced them to nothing but pulp.

Blood splattered all over Zhou Yan, with bits of bone and flesh scattering everywhere.

This palm strike used no other power but merely the strength of his physical body.

Yet this strength, like that of an immortal king, shattered the space around with a single strike.

Only Guardian Qing and her companions’ fragmented Light Wings remained, still fluttering desperately in the void.

These wings, initially crystalline, then became dried up and finally withered like decayed branches and leaves, falling from the void as they lost the energy to sustain them, ultimately turning into a pile of decayed bones.

All of this happened in a flash, leaving even the Holy Daughter speechless and deeply affected by the scene.

"Zhou Yan, do you realize whom you have killed?"

Ji Wu looked in astonishment at the dead bodies of Guardian Qing and her companions, then suddenly burst out laughing with a gratified expression. Clearly, he was proud and pleased, as if a feared and guarded rival had suddenly been eliminated.

"Do I need to care that much? Killed means killed. If it were you, I’d kill just the same. To me, they are all ants, no essential difference."

Zhou Yan said coldly, his Purple Flame Void Power casually sweeping around, devouring the essence qi and spirits of the dead, transforming them entirely into Origin Energy within the Purple Flame Void.

The Origin Energy that had been depleted by ninety percent previously, now had found a way to replenish.

"Ha, haha."

Ji Wu laughed and then stopped speaking, knowing Guardian Qing was favored by the Yaochi Saint but he would not reveal this. With Guardian Qing’s death, Zhou Yan would inevitably be executed by the saint!

Moreover, the Yaochi Saint would not allow anyone to possess battle strength comparable to Ji Wu, needing to give a perfect ’explanation’ to Ji Wu’s parents.

Even more, the Yaochi Saint had once explicitly stated that he disliked the name "Zhou Yan," inheriting a natural distaste...

All these factors sealed Zhou Yan’s fate!

Ji Wu said no more, just chuckled and then moved to stand not far from the Holy Daughter, staring at her and saying, "Yu Ning, let us move on together. I used to train here quite often as a child. This time, I will take you to Frost Tears, a truly excellent place. At present, I am the only one who can enter."

"No need."

The Holy Daughter, Jiang Yuning, didn’t even glance at Ji Wu as she turned and walked ahead alone.

"Since you have already agreed to the Yaochi Saint, destined to be my daoist couple, what does it matter how close we are now?" Ji Wu’s expression darkened, his voice cold.

"We’ll see when it happens. Until then, we are not."

Jiang Yuning’s voice was even colder.

"Fine! Then, I’ll see how proud you remain. There will come a time when you will beg me. Humph, this marriage proposal—I’ll see who dares to vie for you! Anyone I find, I’ll annihilate their entire family!"

Ji Wu’s expression turned chilling.

He was not an impetuous person, but appeared somewhat frivolous and juvenile now, overly concerned about Jiang Yuning.

If he wasn’t genuinely concerned, he wouldn’t be so agitated, speaking recklessly.

"Is that so? Then go ahead and kill, the more, the better. It’s none of my concern."

Jiang Yuning replied dismissively, then transformed into a beam of light and flew off into the distance.

From beginning to end, she never looked back or bid farewell to Zhou Yan. She knew that more interactions with Zhou Yan would only bring him more trouble.

Through all of this, Zhou Yan merely watched indifferently. At this moment, he didn’t intervene.

Saints were fiercely battling above, and even if he intervened, Zhou Yan knew the saints would protect Ji Wu, ensuring his survival.

Since Ji Wu was the greatest obstacle for the Holy Daughter’s marriage recruitment, it was settled that he couldn’t leave this place.

Zhou Yan thought to himself, and then reached out to take the Qiankun Rings of the three guardians, casually placing them in the Extremely Jade Cold Light Ring.

Seeing Zhou Yan’s actions, Ji Wu’s face showed a trace of disdain, and without greeting Zhou Yan, he flew toward the direction where the Holy Daughter had escaped.

However, no sooner had he flown out than a tragic scream came from the sky, followed by a dense bloody rain that continued incessantly.

The Double Saints of Boyang, in the end, did not stir up any waves and died.

They died in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword Tomb, killed by the combined full force of the three Great Saints.

At that moment, the sky turned dark, and a lonely, chilling wind blew.

The fall of a Saint was like the mourning of heaven and earth, the desolation resonating with people’s hearts.

Zhou Yan was deeply shaken, and Ji Wu was not much better.

His mouth twitched twice, inexplicably staring into the void and sighing.

At that moment, his eyes also bore a hint of confusion, sadness, and age.

But soon, his gaze became even more resolute, his heart set on pursuing the Ultimate Dao.

"This person has a strong mind and will. Currently, because of the Holy Daughter, his heart is somewhat disturbed, but... he is very outstanding in all aspects, and his combat power is extraordinarily terrifying."

Zhou Yan concluded this result in his heart and became more solemn.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—"

Suddenly, at that moment, three beams of light fell from the sky, turning into three Great Saints with bodies covered in scars.

These three were Saint Yao, Fairy Die, and Yaochi Saint.

Yaochi Saint, upon seeing Ji Wu, nodded slightly, his eyes carrying praise and encouragement.

Then, his gaze landed on Zhou Yan, with a clearly scrutinizing and oppressive aura.

"Are you Zhou Yan, the Thunderflame Sword Body?"

Yaochi Saint’s cold gaze scrutinized Zhou Yan, with a hint of fervor.

"Yes."

Zhou Yan answered calmly.

"I intend to take you as my Direct Disciple, train you, and let you become the Close Guard and Guardian Elder beside the Holy Daughter. You don’t need to compete anymore; follow me into the Yaochi Secret Realm to endure hardship, and temporarily contribute all your Ancient Blood to me so I can comprehend the Origin Dao."

Yaochi Saint stared at Zhou Yan and suddenly said.

"Hmm? Yaochi Saint, what do you mean? Do you dare compete with the Thunder Origin Sword God for a disciple?!"

Zhou Yan’s expression remained unchanged, but he spoke with a heavy tone.

"Hmm?!"

Yaochi Saint’s expression changed, his piercing gaze fixed on Zhou Yan, imposing the authority of a Saint.

But Zhou Yan, who had obviously devoured Qian Saint’s Essence Qi and refined the Holy Soul Pill, did not fear the Saint’s authority and remained indifferent under Yaochi Saint’s oppressive aura.

"Yaochi Saint, let us consider this matter carefully; although there is no absolute fairness, since the recruitment of the Holy Daughter is set, let’s continue it properly. If you wish to choose a disciple, speak after the competition."

Saint Yao spoke thoughtfully.

"Yaochi Saint, if you intend to understand the secret behind his Ancient Blood, you don’t need to bother. I won’t allow it. If you really want a disciple, I wouldn’t mind."

Fairy Die also spoke at this point.

"Good, not bad, you have pride, you have dignity. But in such a cruel world, pride and dignity are the least valuable because to survive, you must learn to be shameless, to abandon your dignity. However, you won’t understand this. Alright, if you resist further, I will directly annihilate you. Any cultivator who hasn’t reached the Life Tribulation Realm is an ant! And to a Saint, anyone below a Nine Origin Sword Saint is slaughterable."

Yaochi Saint seemed determined, wanting to forcibly take Zhou Yan as his Direct Disciple, perhaps because he sensed the origin of the secret technique within Zhou Yan’s Ancient Blood, or perhaps he sensed the scent of Thunderflame Soul Liquid on Zhou Yan, or perhaps even because of Zhou Yan’s capacity as a Thunderflame Sword Body, which interested him for research.

"You want to kill me?! Is that your true intention?!"

Zhou Yan’s face grew cold, his gaze fiercely fixed on Yaochi Saint.

If he had to act, Zhou Yan would disregard all consequences, activate the Eye of Destruction, unleash the final punch of Fist Intent left by his master, and then, willing to die, use the Space Power inside the Purple Flame Lotus in the Purple Flame Void to annihilate Yaochi Saint.

Perhaps he was just an ant, but he also possessed the strength for a saint-destroying strike.

"Huh? You actually make me, Yaochi Saint, feel threatened. However, this makes it all the more imperative that I cannot let you live! A mere Void Realm dares to defy the natural order, you must die!"

Yaochi Saint had no grace whatsoever; if he saw something he disliked, he was ready to immediately execute it.

Ji Wu suddenly laughed, looking at Zhou Yan like he was watching an ant about to be destroyed; he felt very pleased.

"You should die too!"

A furious fire burned wildly in Zhou Yan’s heart, an unstoppable rage against Yaochi Saint who would crush the weak and erase him without agreement - such a person truly deserved death!

Zhou Yan shouted coldly, and the energy of his soul instantly ascended to its peak; likewise, the vertical eye in his soul’s forehead opened.

His Combat Armor was also activated.

But at that moment, as if sensing something, Yaochi Saint immediately pressed down with a virtual hand, and the heaven and earth turned into a prison, clamping down all of Zhou Yan’s powers.

"You have some ability, and some courage, but you are too weak. A Saint is a Saint because they have been tempered through the Ancestor Dao."