Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 435 - 084: Slaughter the Prohibition Genius!

Chapter 435: Chapter 084: Slaughter the Prohibition Genius!

Although he had not yet entered the massively transformed "Sacrificial Heaven Ancient City," the entire world was shrouded in an endless, mournful aura.

The sky was as dark as dusk, yet it was actually the moment of dawn.

Dawn, without light; dusk, without darkness.

There lies Frost Tears.

Approaching Frost Tears, one could see an ancient city with a majestic aura. The city was covered with intricate Rune engravings, each depicting symbols that exuded the ancientness of bygone eras.

The ancient city was like a colossal tomb magnified millions of times, and even though it stood with grandeur, it also veiled a somber sadness akin to the heroic desolation of twilight years.

This sensation did not require conscious sensing to clearly transmit to the eyes, hearts, and souls of every Cultivator who came here.

Zhou Yan made his silent way to one of the entrances to Frost Tears, where there stood nine light columns, like the nine light columns that would appear on the day when Nine Origin Reincarnation was about to open.

Nine white light columns flickered with the Secret Technique of Array Dao, evolving into a circular ring with a diameter of about two meters, like a whirlpool. Inside the ring, colors were splendid and brilliant, overflowing with light.

These vivid colors gave a palpable thrill, signaling that this was one of the entrances to Frost Tears that had been sealed before.

Previously, after Xiong Ba left, Ji Wu departed with a cold sneer, his eyes not hiding the naked killing intent.

Yaochi Saint, Yao, and Fairy Die had all left too. They had not recognized Zhou Yan’s identity as the possesser of the Emperor Qi Sword Body; or if anything, even if they had suspicions, for the time being, Zhou Yan’s Emperor Qi Sword Body had indeed become a Wasted Body and could not be sensed anymore.

Zhou Yan knew that their extra glances at him were only because of Xiong Ba’s abilities, not because of him. Hence, on his way to Frost Tears, Zhou Yan became even more cold and determined.

This time, the insult from Yaochi Saint had ignited a rage from deep within his soul and marrow, prompting a mad desire to grow powerful. For if it weren’t for Xiong Ba’s intervention, he would have died.

Never before had he felt such a raw and true sense of humiliation.

This incident was a profound shock to Zhou Yan.

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"Here lies Frost Tears. Go in and then comprehend the Sword Dao Profound Meaning, seek out the sister of the Sword Spirit Xiao Xue of the Silver Snow Sword, see if Uncle Gu Yan is still around. These are all matters that need to be addressed."

Zhou Yan looked at the entrance to Frost Tears without immediately entering, instead pausing for a moment.

Because he sensed an indescribable danger emanating from the ring. To enter, one must be cautious.

Beforehand, although nearly thirty percent of the Spirit Qi and Essence of the Double Saints had been devoured by the Purple Flame Void, the remaining seventy percent had no chance to be devoured due to the suppression by the Yaochi Saint.

Yet, even just thirty percent of Origin Energy from the Saints was significant. Almost equivalent to sixty percent of the Spirit Qi and Essence from one Saint, this energy, after being refined by the Purple Flame Void, turned into an immense amount of Origin Energy, filling Zhou Yan’s reserves of Origin Energy to nearly brimming once again.

Inside the Enlightenment Space of Purple Flame Void, vast amounts of Origin Energy flowed like Clear Spring, extremely vast.

Furthermore, above this space, there was a Primordial Magnetic Pole Light, enveloped in an unknown energy essence that swirled around the Purple Flame Lotus, as if it was the fragrance emitted by the Lotus given shape.

This Primordial Magnetic Pole Light could even feed on Origin Energy for sustenance, absorbing it bit by bit to grow robustly.

This scene was naturally surprising, and even though Zhou Yan’s heart still held immense hatred for the Yaochi Saint and Ji Wu, this sight somewhat diluted those feelings.

However, before he could carefully sense and analyze the entrance’s dangers, a brazen and indifferent voice echoed loudly.

"You, move aside!"

The voice was like a thunderclap, breaking Zhou Yan’s contemplation.

Zhou Yan turned to look and saw that seven Cultivators, five men and two women, were flying over in formation.

Their gazes were laced with mockery and cruelty and when those eyes rested on Zhou Yan, they were extremely cold.

At first, Zhou Yan thought these people weren’t targeting him, but when he saw the violent and ferocious intentions in their eyes and sensed that even though other parties were around, they had already hidden themselves, he understood that they were speaking to him.

"Not going to move?! I told you to get lost, did you hear me? Are you seeking death?!"

The voice continued in a cold and grim tone.

Zhou Yan looked coldly in direction of the voice, seeing a young man with a hooked nose and tall stature, who was staring at him with a ruthless gaze.

Zhou Yan remembered him; he was the man ranked just above himself among the male geniuses—the Hooked Whirl Cultivator.

Beside him were Yao Yin, Bo Ci, Shao Yuan, An Yi, and the other Cultivators named Zhi Lan - five in total. Another young man in a black robe, who Zhou Yan did not recognize because he wasn’t listed in the rankings.

But through his gaze, Zhou Yan knew that this stranger had no goodwill towards him.

It was a silent enmity, and with Zhou Yan’s now extremely sharp soul, just one glance was enough to discern these people’s strength, Realm abilities, and more. To him, these people were nearly naked, with no secrets to hide.

Zhou Yan sized up his opponent, whose expression suddenly turned brutal and icy. It was as if the atmosphere of the world around them influenced him, or perhaps, he was merely posturing to showcase his abilities in front of the exceptional women, the two geniuses, and cultivators An Yi Xuanzhe and Zhi Lan Xuanzhe.

He wanted to display his remarkable skills to earn the special favor of the two genius female cultivators.

At that moment, Zhou Yan, with focused attention, was astounded at his capacity to grasp the general thoughts of the enemy. He felt shocked by his own powerful soul ability.

These cultivators were not ordinary, each one being a True Xuan level genius, and now almost all were thoroughly perceived and seen through by his soul sensing, revealing the terrifying potential of this soul power.

"It seems you truly have a death wish, or should I say, you think that by suppressing a waste like Xiao Tianlun and being highly regarded by the Saint for your ancient constitution, and thus entering the rankings, you have become very self-satisfied?"

Hook Vortex Xuanzhe stared at Zhou Yan and suddenly surged forward like a beaming ray of light, wielding a strange Sword Intent in his attack.

This Sword Intent, swirling with an aura of slaughter, fierceness, violence, and fear, seemed like a law mixed with the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, bursting forth all at once.

As the Sword Intent emerged, the world seemed to grow even darker and gloomier. The horrifying strength of the Sword Intent immediately oppressed Zhou Yan’s body, as if to drive him mad with endless brutality.

This was a very vicious Sword Intent. It was somewhat similar to Zhou Yan’s Supreme Water Sword Intent yet entirely different, for the nature of this Sword Intent was incomparably sinister and malicious.

Zhou Yan watched coldly as Hook Vortex Xuanzhe made his move, not immediately countering but his gaze gradually became intensely chilly and indifferent.

"How about it, do you want me dead? Then you can claim to have the ability to kill me, Zhou Yan, in an instant, proving that I don’t deserve to be ranked in the top twenty like you? Hoping to establish authority through this display of strength, and make those two cheap women become your female slaves?"

Zhou Yan suddenly revealed a fierce smile and spoke.

Then, without resisting, he let the Sword Intent hit him, yet it caused no ripples.

He had taken the other’s signature attack unharmed.

His expression was extremely cold, and a mysterious chill immediately affected the surrounding space, as if the temperature had dropped significantly.

At this moment, it was as though a gap in his heart had opened up, and the humiliation and anger Zhou Yan felt after being suppressed by the Yaochi Saint now found an outlet.

He walked step by step towards the group of seven.

"Hmm? You actually possess a top-level Soul Artifact that can defend against the Soul Shock? Not bad, once I slay you, these treasures will belong to me, Hook Vortex Xuanzhe!"

After a moment of shock, his eyes blazed with desire. He did not believe Zhou Yan had withstood the attack with pure physical strength; he assumed it was the top-level Soul Artifact!

Regarding Zhou Yan’s words, he was oblivious and inattentive, completely uncaring.

Just as a person doesn’t care about what an ant has to say.

Beside him, Yao Yin Xuanzhe, Bo Ci Xuanzhe, Shao Yuan Xuanzhe, An Yi Xuanzhe, Zhi Lan Xuanzhe, and the man in the black robe all looked increasingly solemn.

Especially Yao Yin Xuanzhe, who was dressed in white and looked at Zhou Yan with shock, involuntarily taking a few steps back.

But at that moment, his pupils shrank, and his complexion turned deathly pale.

Because at that moment, Zhou Yan made his move.

"Hiss—"

A dragon.

A Gray Dragon.

A Gray Dragon wielding the power of Purple Flame Thunder suddenly flew out, roaring through the void, then exploded, splitting into seven and rapidly targeting the group of seven people led by Hook Vortex Xuanzhe.

The scene was so fast it was like a streak of light, beyond their soul consciousness response.

"Buzz~"

The Life and Death Sword Intent appeared at that moment, dispersing the overwhelming killing intention Hook Vortex Xuanzhe and the others had summoned, and before his red Sword Soul could fly out, it was annihilated by this Sword Intent.

The Gray Dragon, carrying the Thunder Power, instantly immobilized the seven of them, and for a moment they lost their capabilities.

The Life and Death Sword Intent took control of their souls, plunging them into an atmosphere of life and death, their minds buzzing, their consciousness completely fading to white, utterly senseless.

This was the action Zhou Yan delivered in an instant, a combination of Cultivation Techniques that produced an unprecedented strike.

The void itself seemed to be held in stasis by such a force. Zhou Yan moved, resembling a lingering afterimage, and with a sweep of his hand, he captured the seven almost in an instant. He then unleashed the Ten Thousand Ghost Sword of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sword Dao. With that one stroke, six ghostly figures let out shrill screams, vying to devour the flesh of the seven.

"Thud thud thud—"

The souls of the seven Prohibition Genius cultivators were nearly simultaneously ejected by the evil Sword Intent of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sword Dao, looking at Zhou Yan in utter horror, seemingly unable to fathom how he had suppressed seven of the great Prohibition Geniuses in one fell swoop.