Novel Full Chapter 158 - 157: Venerable One, Save Me
Chapter 158: Chapter 157: Venerable One, Save Me
“Senior Sword God!”
Within the valley, the wind suddenly fell silent as Sword Intent began to hum.
Elder Li gazed up at Qin Yang, his eyes welling with tears of excitement. He reached out a trembling hand, his belief unwavering.
Without a doubt.
This was the real Sword God himself!
The moment he arrived, he needed no words of proof. The humming Sword Intent within the valley, the Spiritual Charm of the world itself—it all revolved around him, acknowledging him as its true center.
It was as if…
Everything was singing in celebration of “his” arrival!
“Unbelievable!”
Lin Mofeng glanced around at the Sword Intent filling the valley, utterly shocked. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
At this moment, the Sword Intent in the valley hummed, its crisp and pleasant sound like a melody played on chime bells. Faintly, one could even discern a note of joy.
Even the sword in his own hand wanted to fly out of his grasp and chase after the Jianghai Sword God in the sky!
’This is fucking ridiculous!’
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect?! Has the Sword God’s mastery reached such a level?”
Lin Mofeng’s Dao Heart was shaken. A mix of joy and surprise washed over him as he looked up at Qin Yang, but he suddenly felt something was off.
’Huh?’
’This aura…’
’Why does it feel like he’s only at the Late Stage of Grandmaster Realm?’
’Logically, anyone who can trigger a phenomenon like this should be in a much higher Realm!’
“How strange.”
Lin Mofeng was baffled.
On the other side of the crowd, Li Zixuan watched Qin Yang arrive. Her fists were clenched so tight she was practically bouncing with excitement, desperate to go and greet her master.
’Master really came!’
She suppressed her excitement, gathered her breath, and softly sent a voice transmission to report the injustice:
“Master, that man is unbelievably brazen! How dare he use your face to swindle everyone! It’s unforgivable! You can’t let him off easy!”
Hearing her voice, Qin Yang, above the Sword Valley, nodded.
He remained silent, his gaze fixed on the black-robed man before him.
After taking that last blow from Ziwei, the black-robed man’s chest had been torn open. Strange Array Patterns were visible, etched between his crisscrossing, bone-white ribs.
The next moment.
The Array Patterns burst with light!
The man’s flesh regenerated and his bones mended. His body reappeared a hundred meters away from Qin Yang, outside the range of his killing intent.
’He’s still not dead? A Secret Technique?’
Sensing the life force return to the body, Qin Yang shot it an indifferent glance. He remained silent, but the killing intent in his eyes intensified tenfold.
’These Cult Demons have strange origins. My last attack was meant for an instant kill. It’s a testament to their abilities that he’s still alive.’
’But there’s no hurry.’
’It doesn’t matter how many times you revive.’
’I’ll just kill you that many times.’
’I have all the time in the world to play with you!’
“Haaah…”
A few seconds after moving away from Qin Yang, the black-robed man took a sharp breath, as if waking from a nightmare. He looked down at his chest, horrified, his whole body trembling in fear!
’Just a moment ago!’
’I already died once!’
’If it weren’t for the Secret Technique protecting my body, I’d be a cold corpse right now!’
“Thousand-Mile Flying Sword…”
The black-robed man pointed at Qin Yang, a deep fear flashing in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice, “Sword God, you are the Jianghai Sword God!?”
“Alive again?”
Hearing this, Qin Yang didn’t bother with words. He just glanced at the man, and with a slight tremble of the Ziwei Divine Sword in his hand, he flicked out a gleam of sword light.
The next instant!
SWISH!
With a flash of cold light, the sword struck.
The black-robed man had just opened his mouth to speak again when a line of blood appeared on his neck—a fatal wound that once again triggered his Resurrection Array.
Instant kill!
Not a single wasted word!
This was absolute domination!
In the face of such overwhelming power, Qin Yang simply took the most direct approach, cutting down the black-robed man as easily as if he were butchering an animal—it was as simple as breathing.
After the crowd below saw this scene, there was dead silence…
The valley fell utterly silent. Everyone was lost in profound disbelief.
Then,
A deafening roar, like a landslide and a tsunami combined, erupted from the crowd!!!
People raised their phones, their fervent cheers igniting the entire Sword Valley with passion!
“The Sword God is a badass!”
“Holy shit, his power is just insane!”
“The imposter didn’t even have a chance to fight back! It’s a completely one-sided slaughter!!”
“Kill him! Kill him again every time he revives!”
“This is the real Jianghai Sword God!”
The crowd roared in unison, their cheers like a tidal wave. Cameras live-streamed the scene across the internet, and its popularity skyrocketed, shooting straight to the number one trending topic in the country!
Just as everyone was shouting…
CRACK.
The black-robed man’s head snapped back onto his neck. Fully restored, he awoke once more, floating high in the air, the rage in his chest about to erupt.
He glared at Qin Yang, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he lost control, looking like a madman.
“You’ve gone too far! Do you really think I have no tricks of my own!?”
As he spoke, thunder rumbled and black clouds gathered, pressing down on the land. The entire Sword God Valley was plunged into darkness, on the verge of being thrown into a state of irredeemable peril once more.
“Push me too far, and I’ll make you…”
Before his words had faded,
Qin Yang just shook his head slightly and flicked his sword out again.
“Oh.”
As the word fell,
The Sword Intent in the valley surged, converging on the black-robed man. It transformed into a storm of frigid, razor-sharp blades, subjecting him to the most brutal execution: death by a thousand cuts!
“AHHHH!!!”
The black-robed man screamed and wailed.
He was always the one torturing others; he never imagined that one day he would be the one to endure such a brutal assault.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the sky seemed to rain red.
’Another resurrection down.’
Qin Yang watched the man’s gruesome end with cold indifference. There was no need to hold back against these Cult Demons, and certainly no need for sympathy.
’Kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.’
’A pack of filthy beasts who prey on the innocent.’
’Death is getting off easy for them!’
’And now he’s walked right into the line of fire.’
’This Sword Valley is my own turf. All the Sword Intent and Spiritual Qi here are mine to command.’
’You’re in my Domain… impersonating me? Isn’t that just walking right into a trap?’
’What a joke.’
At this thought, Qin Yang shook his head and sighed. He raised the Ziwei Divine Sword and regarded the black-robed man indifferently. The sunlight glinted off the blade, reflecting in the black-robed man’s despairing eyes.
Soon,
The black-robed man revived again, drenched in a cold sweat, his composure finally breaking.
’The Secret Technique is costly, and its uses are limited. If this keeps up, even with hundreds or thousands of lives, it won’t be enough! The Jianghai Sword God will just keep killing me!’
’How the hell am I supposed to fight this!’
At this thought, the black-robed man looked at the gleaming edge of the Ziwei Divine Sword and fell into despair. He had only one option left. Turning toward the horizon, he played his final trump card—
“Your Eminence, save me!!!!!”
…
「At the same time, inside the Jianghai Library.」
The slacking spot in Area 1.
Qin Yang was sitting on a small stool with his legs crossed, thoroughly enjoying the flood of comments on the live stream. When he saw this sudden development, he was taken aback.
’Well, I’ll be damned.’
’There’s an even bigger fish!?’
The next moment,
His figure vanished in an instant, shattering the void as he departed.
THUD!
Xiaobai, who had been curled up asleep in his lap, suddenly lost its support. It dropped to the floor like a fluffy cotton ball and looked around in a daze.
“???”