Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 487 - 133: Rampage

Chapter 487: Chapter 133: Rampage

Zhou Yan was shrouded in Thunder Light, his aura brimming with Fury, madness, and successive surges of Life and Death Sword Intent, all melding into a terrifying Netherworld presence that incessantly spiraled between Heaven and Earth.

All that occupied his mind was the thought of slaughtering over a hundred Cultivators in this place.

As Zhou Yan displayed such insanity, among the more than a hundred beleaguered genius Cultivators, a purple-robed Cultivator, who had been desperately fleeing, suddenly halted, turned around, and launched a frantic counterattack on Zhou Yan.

This move was nearly his trump card. With a fierce slap of his hand, a Sword Soul, fierce as a Fierce Beast, emerged from the Void. This Sword Soul, like a behemoth devouring the sky, roared in all directions, engulfing Zhou Yan’s body in one ferocious bite.

Zhou Yan’s body, as if cast from Netherworld Power, dismissed such a Sword Soul attack with utter disregard. His expression was icy as he faced the colossal beast Sword Soul’s deadly blow without dodging. In fact, he directly counteracted with Purple Flame Void Power, and in the instant before the beast struck, sucked the colossal Sword Soul into the Purple Flame Void.

"Buzz~~"

Space itself seemed to undergo an inexplicable distortion, and the mighty Sword Soul instantly vanished from sight.

As the Purple Flame Void closed, the purple-robed Cultivator instantly lost contact with the colossal Sword Soul. His complexion turned deathly pale, his Soul immediately weakened by nearly fifty percent.

Murderous intention and virulent hatred shone from the depths of his soulful eyes—boundless resentment glared at Zhou Yan, set on performing some exceptional maneuver; perhaps by initiating a mutual destruction with Zhou Yan, or intimidating others by risking their life to flee with Divine Skills.

But Zhou Yan didn’t care about either option. He charged straight toward the purple-robed Cultivator. From his Soul Hand emerged countless Xingyi Sword Souls, each bristling with lethal intent.

His soul moved lightning-quick beside the soul of the purple-robed Cultivator. Suddenly, his ten fingers, like Xingyi Sword Souls, burst forth, savagely piercing the soul of the purple-robed Cultivator.

"Pu pu pu—"

His fingers, like spears, viciously stabbed into the soul of the purple-robed Cultivator, eliciting a piercing scream of agony. But on Zhou Yan’s fingers sprang forth Purple Flames, like the Peerless Killing Dao of souls. Upon emergence, the purple-robed Cultivator’s soul burst into flames, and in the blink of an eye, it disintegrated into bits of pure Soul Energy, autonomously absorbed and devoured by Zhou Yan’s Purple Flame Void.

This scene, swift and sudden, occurred in the blink of an eye, but Zhou Yan’s ruthless methods and wild assaults were truly heart-stopping.

After swiftly executing the man, Zhou Yan then released three successive Xingyi Sword Soul Paths, enveloping three Cultivators, directly entangling them. Terrifying forces of slaughter, combined with the domineering aura of the Xingyi Swordsmanship, under the influence of Netherworld Power and the mutate soul, instantly unleashed invincible killing intent.

Under this overwhelming and nearly invincible offensive, the bodies of the three Cultivators ensnared by the energy rigidified. In a moment, they lost all strength; their bodies withered and decayed, becoming like those Cultivators who were mysteriously devoured by energy on the Light Path.

Blasts of energy swept past, reducing the three Cultivators to dust, dissipating into the fabric of Heaven and Earth.

"Kill!"

At this moment, dozens of genius Cultivators, their eyes bloodshot, unleashed their ultimate killing intent. With concerted effort, they engulfed Zhou Yan within a fearsome sphere of energy.

Each genius Cultivator attacked Zhou Yan with frenzied vigor, while the constricting sphere was thrown by a particularly powerful Cultivator wielding a treasured artifact, capable of trapping a strong Cultivator in place, hindering them from moving or even using their Soul Energy.

Such a heaven-defying treasure might not last long, yet it was at the moment Zhou Yan paused after slaying nearly ten Cultivators that the user struck, and Zhou Yan was immediately afflicted.

Unable to move, dozens of Cultivators unleashed their mightiest strikes, determined to crush Zhou Yan into dust, leaving no bone unturned.

"Boom boom boom—"

Terrible forces ceaselessly battered Zhou Yan’s soul body. Each blow was like the sharpest of pains, nearly shattering his soul in torturous suppression. Amidst such overwhelming pressure, a surge of indescribable destructive impulse coursed through Zhou Yan as if the Power of Destruction that had been dormant within was stealthily Awakening.

It appeared as though the lost, incredibly pure Netherworld Power within was once again regenerating.

"Boom boom boom—"

Intense and furious killing intent kept descending upon Zhou Yan. His soul in an instant endured over fifty frantic assaults, each one powerful enough to reduce a physical body to dust if borne.

Although Zhou Yan’s soul was formidable, it was far from enduring such a storm of secretive attacks.

"Ah—"

Zhou Yan let out a heavenward howl; his soul body trembled violently as strands of Power of Destruction materialized, steadily bolstering his soul.

Instantly, within the depths of Zhou Yan’s soul, within the Thunder Seal between his brows, a current of extremely cold, extremely sinister, and extremely murderous Power of Destruction erupted, coursing through his entire soul like an electric flow.

Amidst howls, Zhou Yan broke free of his bindings; the Cultivator who had entrapped him suffered a succession of explosions in his soul body, recoiling destructively, and died a horrific death instantly.

"Boom boom boom—"

At the same time, all energy attacking Zhou Yan shattered like an inexplicable screen, the disorderly energy scattering everywhere in chaos.

Zhou Yan’s sneer was ferocious as he burst into the crowd of geniuses, his fingers like sharp swords. Each fingertip, like a Sky Vaulting Giant Finger but not so large.

"Pu—"

One Cultivator failed to evade and was pinpointed by Zhou Yan’s fingertip on the head of his soul. His soul’s head shattered instantly, soulful eyes popping out in a flash, and then his whole body disintegrated, dying miserably on the spot.

Zhou Yan moved like a beam of light, his fingers continually pointing out with each strike guaranteeing a Cultivator’s demise.

No one could withstand the second move.

"Pfft pfft pfft—"

Three more cultivators had their heads pierced by a finger, instantly dying on the spot.

In the moment of death, they let out heart-wrenching, agonizing screams, their voices filled with misery, unwillingness, fear, and despair.

Zhou Yan burst into maniacal laughter, rapidly delivering several slaps, killing a large number of cultivators as if they were mere ants, reducing them to fragments of soul.

Then Zhou Yan’s cold, evil destruction energy withdrew, and suddenly, calm returned to the world.

Between heaven and earth, out of the nearly three thousand cultivators who targeted Zhou Yan, only one female cultivator remained.

This cultivator, Zhou Yan knew her; she was named ’Qing Lin Spirit’ and had some connection to Qingyao Xuan, seemingly related like cousins.

Zhou Yan did not expect, that such a female cultivator, would dare to get involved as well.

...

The power of destruction dissipated, the scene fell deathly silent, all cultivators were looking at Zhou Yan with eyes filled with shock, fear, and disbelief, while the remaining Qing Lin Spirit shivered uncontrollably in her soul body.

She did not dare to linger here; feeling the absence of impending death, she immediately fled away like a madwoman.

"Think you can run?"

Zhou Yan sneered, his figure lightning-fast, catching up to Qing Lin Spirit, his finger fiercely aiming at the back of her head.

"Zhou Yanxuan, please show mercy!"

"Sister, save me!"

At the same time, Qingyao Xuan’s voice and Qing Lin Spirit’s voice almost simultaneously erupted.

Zhou Yan’s expression turned frosty, as if he hadn’t heard, and savagely jabbed his finger down.

"Ah—"

Qing Lin Spirit felt the crisis of death and immediately let out a scream of despair.

Qingyao Xuan instantly reacted, pressuring Zhou Yan, her figure flickering, a force that seemed to steal from heaven and earth immediately bearing down on Zhou Yan.

She did not harbor a shred of killing intent, merely hoping to delay Zhou Yan’s attack for just an instant. Just a moment’s delay would allow her cousin to escape.

However, although Zhou Yan’s finger was momentarily suppressed, his other hand, at even greater speed, harshly plunged into the body of the woman in front, and then, with a fierce grab, he directly tore out her soul heart within the soul body, crushing it in his hand!

"Ah—"

Qing Lin Spirit’s miserable shriek echoed all around, chilling the hearts of countless cultivators.

Qing Lin Spirit’s body stiffened, suddenly frozen in place, then her soul body abruptly shattered, exploded, turning into dust.

...

In this world, existence is sustained in the state of souls, and to better survive, the soul state evolves into a physical embodiment, complete with organs, in a unique form.

With a physical form, the might of the soul could be exercised to its fullest extent.

Similarly, when it faces massive traumas, it also means a fatal blow.

Zhou Yan brutally crushed the heart of Qing Lin Spirit, there was no way she could survive, but instead of releasing her, he infused a burst of destruction energy into Qing Lin Spirit’s body, instantly detonating her soul body.

Such an act was beyond normal people’s capabilities, and whoever could do such a thing was either a psychopath or a lunatic.

At this moment, Qingyao Xuan had already appeared not far from Zhou Yan; she looked at the disintegrated soul fragments of Qing Lin Spirit with a look of helplessness and sorrow.

Zhou Yan snorted coldly and disdainfully said, "What now, you wish to take revenge for her? Then make your move! Otherwise, by the time I make mine, you won’t have the chance!"

Upon hearing this, Qingyao Xuan sighed, shook her head, and said, "This life of mine, because you saved it, had you not endured the torment of Soul Killing for me earlier, I wouldn’t have survived. Although I had a decent relationship with her, she didn’t listen to me, rashly trying to lay her hands on the map, she got what she deserved."

After speaking, Qingyao Xuan actually gave a bow, silently stepping back.

This scene deeply shocked the remaining seven thousand cultivators.

Everyone was watching Zhou Yan with a profoundly shocked gaze, their hearts filled with uncertainty.

Slaughtering three thousand talented cultivators, even making Qingyao Xuan, the genius ranked number one among female cultivators, show extreme respect, this person was truly terrifying.