Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 780: 778: Yan Qingyang Kneeled!

Chapter 780: Chapter 778: Yan Qingyang Kneeled!

“Get lost!”

With a low shout, Yan Qingyang tried to mobilize his power, but it was already too late.

The Demon Sword pierced through his Defensive Inner Armor and into his body, going right through him.

Pfft!

Blood splattered, scattering across the sky.

Yan Qingyang’s body trembled as he was pinned in midair.

“I want you dead!”

Enraged, Yan Qingyang, who had previously regarded his opponent as an ant, had been injured by him; this was unforgivable!

The aura in his body exploded; he wanted to strike with all his might.

However, the next moment, he froze, his body trembling even more uncontrollably.

Inside him, dark and red auras ceaselessly coursed through, wreaking havoc in his body.

The dark Sword Energy was exceptionally eerie, crazily absorbing his Spiritual Power like a bottomless pit.

The red Sword Energy was incredibly violent, destroying his body’s meridians.

In an instant, Yan Qingyang received unimaginable severe injuries.

“Ah!”

He screamed miserably, filled with terror.

“You brat, you’re despicable, how dare you attack by surprise!” Yan Qingyang roared, “Release me, let’s have an honorable fight!”

“Are you out of your mind?” Lin Xuan sneered, “Ambush you?”

“Everyone saw it; you were the one who attacked first. I was merely defending myself, how can you talk of an ambush?”

“As for getting hurt, that just shows you’re incompetent!”

Then, he shook his palm, and instantly the Demon Sword glowed more brightly, emitting an even more terrifying aura.

Yan Qingyang’s face changed again, and he began to howl in pain.

The members of Dao Ling Association were stunned. Coming to their senses, they shouted in unison, “Release Young Master Yang!”

“You dare to touch Young Master Yang, you’re dead!”

A group of people furiously charged forward.

“Hmph!”

Dongfang Xiong snorted coldly, leading the people from Dragon Sword Pavilion as they too rushed forward, confronting the other group, the atmosphere extremely tense.

“Thinking of fighting? Only if you don’t care about his life!”

Lin Xuan sneered, and with a swing of his arm, pinned Yan Qingyang to the ground with the Demon Sword.

“Ah! I will kill you!”

Yan Qingyang went mad, unable to utilize any of his significant strength.

The Deadly Silence Sword Energy and the Slaughter Sword Energy inside him drove him into a state of frenzy.

Moreover, the Great Dragon Sword Soul’s terrifying Attack Power was impossible for him to neutralize in a short period of time.

“You brat, I won’t let you off!”

“Still so arrogant up to now?” Lin Xuan laughed, “You truly never learn!”

He sneered and then stomped on Yan Qingyang.

“Ah—”

“Lin Xuan, I will make you pay!”

Yan Qingyang lost his mind; he had never been humiliated like this before.

“Hmph!”

Lin Xuan snorted coldly, activating the Silent Death Sword, a horrendous Power of Death spread, quickly draining Yan Qingyang’s Spiritual Power.

In the end, Yan Qingyang felt even his life force was draining away!

He finally got scared.

“Stop, I admit defeat! Let me go!” Yan Qingyang shouted.

“Admit defeat? Let you go?” Lin Xuan scoffed disdainfully, “Do you think we are playing a game here?”

“Is this a situation that can be resolved just by saying you surrender?”

“What, what do you want?” Yan Qingyang said through gritted teeth.

“How about this?” Lin Xuan said in a deep voice, “You brought people to kill me, and now that you can’t defeat me, you want to beg for mercy and live in peace?”

“Where in the world is there such a cheap deal?”

“If it were me under your foot today, would you spare me?”

Lin Xuan’s words were sharp like a sword, piercing the hearts of everyone present.

Indeed, given Yan Qingyang’s arrogant attitude, if Lin Xuan had been the one to fall, his fate would likely have been even worse.

Feeling the lifeforce draining increasingly severe from his body, Yan Qingyang was terrified; it was his Origin!

He said in a low voice, “Lin Xuan, I think there has been some misunderstanding between us.”

“There’s no conflict between us. I simply disliked you because of a woman.”

“Now, I don’t want her anymore! I’ll give her to you! This should suffice, right?”

Hearing this, the smile in Lin Xuan’s eyes grew even thicker.

“First, regarding the matter of Qingcheng, you have no right to ‘give’!”

“Second, you have no right to ‘give’ anything in my presence!”

Murong Qingcheng also came forward, her expression cold. “If it weren’t for the Academy, just for that one statement, I could have killed you thousands of times over!”

The Goddess was angry. Her voice was low, yet it carried a chilling coldness that made everyone shudder.

Truly, setting aside everything else, Yan Qingyang couldn’t even come close to her status.

Who is Murong Qingcheng? She is a princess of the King Family, her status exalted, unmatched by many across the entire continent.

And Yan Qingyang? Merely an ordinary genius, with a family possessing some influence, but nothing significant in front of the Murong Family.

Yan Qingyang knew he had misspoken, and regret filled his heart, his hatred for Lin Xuan deepening.

In his eyes, his failure to win Murong Qingcheng’s favor was solely because of Lin Xuan.

How ridiculous, he never considered if his status and abilities were even a match for her.

“Forget it, there’s no need to waste words on such trash.” Lin Xuan shook his head, unwilling to waste more time.

“Hand over your Dark Supreme Token, then take your people and get lost!”

Hearing this, the members of the Dao Ling Association trembled, while Yan Qingyang let out a furious roar. “What, the Dark Supreme Token?”

“Impossible!”

He was furious, adamant about never giving up the Dark Supreme Token!

Losing other possessions could be retrieved, but losing the Dark Supreme Token would make it extremely difficult to retrieve.

One must know, the Dark Supreme Token not only represented status but also had other marvelous uses.

Wearing the Dark Supreme Token was like carrying a mini Spirit Gathering Array.

And the effect of this Spirit Array was closely related to the ranking.

For instance, the one Lin Xuan held was ranked 75, equivalent to the effects of a mid-grade Spirit Gathering Array on the third level.

Whereas Yan Qingyang’s was equivalent to the effects on the fifth level of the Gathering Spirit Tower.

Although it seemed like only two levels’ difference, the disparity was quite significant.

To put it bluntly, the effect of Yan Qingyang’s token was more than twice as effective as Lin Xuan’s.

This was why the individuals on the Xuan Venerate List cultivated quickly and were tough to defeat.

Originally, those individuals were geniuses and prodigies, and with the strong cultivating effects of the Dark Supreme Token, becoming weaker was out of the question!

Thus, the Dark Supreme Token was the very foundation of Yan Qingyang’s strength and supremacy!

How could he hand over such a thing?

“Not giving it? It seems the lesson I gave you was not enough!”

Lin Xuan snorted coldly, and the Sword Qi around him became even more fierce, a bloody slaughter aura filling the air, as terrifying as the Hell Killing God descending.

Yan Qingyang, feeling his life threatened, involuntarily revealed the Dark Supreme Token.

“Found it.” Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes and smiled.

“You dare to take it, my elder brother will not let you off!” Yan Qingyang yelled crazily, threatening loudly.

“Your elder brother? Even if your grandpa came, it wouldn’t matter!” Lin Xuan sneered, unshaken.

He reached out his hand toward the Dark Supreme Token.

“He’s right, you better not touch his Xuan Fire Mirror, or else no one in the Immortal Martial Academy will spare you!”

Suddenly, a cold voice spoke up.