Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 433 - 082: Unwillingness

Chapter 433: Chapter 082: Unwillingness

"I, the Yaochi Saint, dare to bear the name ’Yaochi,’ naturally, I care nothing for rules because strength itself is the rule.

I dislike the name ’Zhou Yan,’ don’t know why, but it always reminds me of someone I extremely loathe, a person surnamed Lee. If Emperor Qi Sword Body Zhou Yan hadn’t died, I would have killed him myself, not for any particular reason, just simply couldn’t stand him. Sadly, he died, but you’re still using his name—very well, since you harbor such thoughts, you can’t blame anyone else."

"And I, the Yaochi Saint, dislike your gaze, that hateful, crazed look in your eyes, which brings back many uncomfortable memories from the past."

As the Yaochi Saint spoke, it seemed to be meant for Zhou Yan, but in reality, his subconscious intent was only to stop Saint Yao and Fairy Die from acting.

Zhou Yan’s body was completely suppressed, unable to muster any bit of his strength, his heart brimming with towering hatred!

Like an ant, still an ant at this moment, causing the blood in his veins to feel like exploding in madness.

Yet at this step, when the Saint suddenly intervened, even if he had attained everything, he couldn’t escape the fate of ultimate destruction, possibly, given the chance, a mutated soul might have a sliver of chance to escape, but that would require Xiong Ba to be capable of coordinating.

But... Xiong Ba, could he suddenly achieve a perfect harmony with him at this time?

That’s nothing more than a fool’s dream, sheer nonsense!

Zhou Yan’s heart turned icy cold.

He knew that all that talk of ’dignity’ from Yaochi was bullshit because even if he were as abject as a dog or pig, if the opponent just didn’t like his face, or felt he had the strength to fight Ji Wu, they would immediately destroy him without needing a reason, without needing a cause! This was simply because, behind Ji Wu, stood two Saints!

"Do you dare to kill me without fearing the wrath of Thunder Origin Sword God?!"

Zhou Yan, holding back boundless fury, asked.

"Thunder Origin Sword God? When he was gravely injured, it was my plotting, he wouldn’t let me off the hook, so why would I care? Moreover, you’re more aware of his current state than I am—a mere shell of his former self, he may frighten others, but how could he frighten me?!"

The Yaochi Saint revealed a touch of ruthless cold sneer, then he glanced at Ji Wu, that look clearly inquiring whether Ji Wu was satisfied.

Ji Wu imperceptibly nodded, and a hint of gratification appeared on the Yaochi Saint’s face before the smile vanished and the killing intent grew stronger.

His hand moved slightly downwards, and instantly, a terrifying power surged into Zhou Yan’s body.

Zhou Yan’s body was struck by unparalleled destruction energy, in an instant, he felt as though he’d plunged into an icy cave, with death seeming so near.

This time, he felt the oppressive force of death to an indescribable level.

"It’s over..."

At that moment, Zhou Yan suddenly sensed the same feeling of death he had experienced before on the Secondary Main Peak 15294, a feeling that as if transcending space-time, suddenly connected to his current sensation.

That deathly pressure turned out to not be due to the Saint’s combat, nor the crisis of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword Tomb Netherworld Demon Cave, but it stemmed from this moment!

Having connected the past and present, his thoughts became transparent, but Zhou Yan was powerless.

At this moment before death, he understood a lot, yet couldn’t prevent any of it.

The contest for the Holy Daughter’s hand in marriage, that spot had already been reserved for Ji Wu.

All those who posed a threat would likely face destruction, and because the Emperor Qi Sword Body was at odds with Yaochi, the Emperor Qi Sword Body couldn’t emerge, not even managing to pass the application stage.

Zhou Yan suddenly realized Gu Xi’s earnest intentions, in essence, she wanted him to continue under the guise of ’Lee Sha,’ not ’Zhou Yan.’

Regrettably...

Regrettably, he still participated in the marriage contest under the name ’Zhou Yan.’

Time can’t be turned back, nor can it change anything. Encountering a Saint and currently having all his abilities, even his soul, shackled and suppressed, he could only wait for death.

But Zhou Yan’s heart was filled with unwillingness, extreme unwillingness!

He hadn’t yet reached the Nine Changes of Sword Void, hadn’t returned to Tianji Mountain, had yet to fulfill his master’s last wish on Earth, nor had he rescued Gu Xi, hadn’t seen Feng Lingqing, hadn’t seen the child in her womb.

Unwilling!

Unwilling!

Unwilling!

If he were to survive, he would spare no cost, resort to any means necessary, just to gain strength as swiftly as possible!

Get stronger!

Get stronger!

Get stronger!

Zhou Yan’s eyes reddened. In that instant, his brain calculated to its limits, as if it were about to burst.

He was computing a way to escape with his life, but even with such calculations, the gap in realms was too vast. Even without fearing the suppression of the realm gap, he still couldn’t resist.

...

At that moment, just as his body was about to be destroyed and shattered, the Qing Jade Soul Suppressing Stone within him suddenly emitted a misty glow that enveloped Zhou Yan’s body.

The Saintly Power of Destruction inside him vanished all of a sudden.

Xiong Ba suddenly appeared beside Zhou Yan the next moment.

Just like instantaneous movement.

There was still an inexplicable stench coming from its body, as if it couldn’t control its body odor due to the use of some forbidden power.

But at this moment, it stood in front of Zhou Yan, protecting him.

For the first time, Zhou Yan realized how towering Xiong Ba’s figure was.

"Yaochi, Saint Yao, and Gui Die, all three of you are here."

Xiong Ba spoke calmly with his hands behind his back.

"War Sky Sacred Bear, you... you actually came out? However, my mind is made up on this matter, do not intervene."

Yaochi’s voice was ice-cold, and after a fleeting expression of surprise, her tone remained frosty.

Saint Yao and Gui Die did not speak, only watching calmly.

"Yaochi, I am not intervening, but telling you to get lost."

As Xiong Ba spoke, he casually slapped the air, and a Sword Illusion Realm appeared.

It was the scene of the Evil King and his four men meeting their death in the Sword Illusion Realm. In Xiong Ba’s hands, the Sword Illusion Realm actually changed.

The Evil King and his men seemed to be slain by Xiong Ba and a dark shadow, a very bizarre sight.

"This is Ancestor of Ten Thousand Ghosts, the once Wan Jian Tian..."

"Mm-hmm, the current Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword God."

Xiong Ba said calmly.

The Yaochi Saint’s complexion turned uncertain.

"These traitors are dead, I joined forces with Wan Jian Tian to execute them.

Inside the Netherworld Demon Cave, there’s also a Divine Array under my control that can kill gods. Yaochi, Wan Jian Tian has comprehended the Ultimate Path of the Sword Burial Ancestor Star and has understood one thing, Saints do not intervene in the changes of Heaven and Earth."

"You might not believe it, but the fall of the Evil King and others is a fact. Whoever intervenes, dies.

Indeed, Wan Jian Tian himself is also constrained again, not having much power, but killing you all is not out of the question.

In the presence of a god, Saints are but ants. Killing one or two, ten or a hundred, it doesn’t matter."

Xiong Ba spoke with cold indifference.

Yaochi’s face grew unpleasant.

"As far as I know, how could the Evil King and the Netherworld Eight Soul Envoys die so easily? They are not dead, and Wan Jian Tian is too preoccupied with his own troubles. Moreover, your current realm is not the Saint Realm of the past, what can you do?"

The Yaochi Saint mused.

As he spoke, his gaze remained tightly fixed on Xiong Ba.