Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao-Chapter 654 - 087: Overwhelming Kill!

"If you have realized this, you actually don’t need to ask any further. A true superior only needs their subordinates to comply, not to question—this has been unchanged throughout the ages. Your doubt itself represents your lack of trust in me. A subordinate who lacks even the most basic trust in their superior is meaningless, no matter how loyal they appear to be."

Weiming Yilan spoke in a calm tone, but her words, each and every one of them, were like a bone spike, piercing deeply into Weiming Qian He’s heart.

It was only at this moment that Weiming Qian He understood that she had been wrong from the beginning.

Just like a princess and such an extraordinary woman, she must be tremendously confident, and if she is convinced of something, it is highly likely that the matter is not as troubling as one would fear.

As the princess said, as a subordinate, if one can’t meet the most basic requirements or satisfy the princess, then what significance does one’s existence have?

"Your Highness, I understand, and there won’t... there won’t be a next time. Please punish me as you see fit."

Weiming Qian He let out a heavy sigh, his voice desolate.

The princess wanted to change his personality, to re-establish her authority—to correct what was being seen and heard.

Weiming Qian He felt a pang of emotion in his heart, but he also saw everything clearly and thus was resolute in his attitude.

"En, it seems you really do understand, that’s quite good. I am in need of people by my side right now. Follow me from now on, and your prospects will be boundless."

Weiming Yilan said confidently.

Her words immediately dispelled all the dark clouds in Weiming Qian He’s heart, filling him with hope for the future.

Weiming Yilan chuckled with relief and said, "Since that’s the case, you should now arrange all the resources, see what Master Zhou will need later, and provide it for him immediately, understand? Also, have my maid Cheng’er bring the Three Great Battle Halls to see me. Right, after you meet her, relay to Cheng’er what I’ve told you. This maid has become somewhat spoiled; make it clear to her to prevent her impulsive behavior."

"Yes, Princess."

Weiming Qian He felt a slight thrill in his heart. The princess was instructing him to discipline her personal maid—didn’t that mean that he, Weiming Qian He, now had a higher status than Cheng’er?

Suddenly, his importance surpassed that of Weiming Qingcheng. What did that imply? It signified that he was being entrusted with a key role!

Thinking of this, Weiming Qian He was incredibly excited and immediately bowed deeply, showing even greater respect and awe towards the Divine Dynasty Princess.

...

"Interesting, this princess has a good grasp of the bigger picture, even paying attention to the smallest of details, and plans to converge various resources to be lavishly gifted to me. Such a bold and unconstrained gesture is quite characteristic of a powerful woman."

"If I were to take the core of Heavenly Soul Mountain, I wonder how they would react; surely there will be some impact... Well then, I shall give a little more to this Divine Dynasty Princess in compensation, thereby fulfilling all righteousness."

Zhou Yan’s sensing power stretched out in all directions, thus he had a complete grasp of Princess Weiming Yilan’s series of actions.

This was why he rather admired this woman—she wasn’t as meek as a gentle lamb before him but possessed an imposing and daring spirit.

The deferential and gentle side presented before him was nothing more than that of an apprentice to a master, a student to a mentor.

Weiming Yilan was just a nominal student, akin to a ’Registered Disciple,’ not a true disciple. Zhou Yan had agreed to teach her only a bit of the ancient Tai Chu language and nothing more.

Yet, Yilan’s attitude towards him was even better than some cultivators’ direct disciples towards their masters.

Zhou Yan sensed Yilan’s demeanor, and his thoughts turned to his own disciple, Hou Chen.

Having been on this Luan Stone Ancestor Star for several days now, he wondered how his disciple, Hou Chen, was faring. Given his character, he had probably caused quite a stir by now. The Desolate Land of Wansha would greatly benefit the condensation of Emperor Blood, but he did not know if the child could endure the pain of Soul Refining?

Zhou Yan’s heart was inundated with myriad thoughts.

When he thought of Hou Chen, his mind also wandered to Zhou Gucheng, Zhou Qianqian, and his cousin Zhou Xian, among others. Their strengths had caught up by now, and they could be considered significant figures in their own right. Even in Nine Origin Heavenly City, a haven for top talents, they surely wouldn’t fall behind.

Zhou Yan assessed the situation and felt completely at ease. With Bai Ying mercilessly overseeing their training, Zhou Gucheng and the others were making leaps and bounds in strength. Coupled with the top-grade resources and cultivation guidance left by saints in the Yuan Ci Secret Realm, they were bound to gradually bloom and shine with dazzling luster.

"Perhaps, when I return, each of them will have achieved remarkable feats," Zhou Yan thought to himself.

...

"No, I don’t believe it! I don’t believe you possess such divine power, so tyrannically invincible!"

Faced with Zhou Gucheng’s indifferent and composed demeanor, Xiao Qiuchen’s voice altered.

He roared angrily and launched an even more furious strike with his sword, fiercely thrusting it at Zhou Gucheng.

This time, Zhou Gucheng still didn’t move, letting the sword strike him.

"Ding ding—"

That silver-white longsword seemed as though it had struck unyielding cloud iron, not only failing to penetrate Zhou Gucheng’s body but also sparking off dazzling sparks—Zhou Gucheng’s bodily strength deeply moved all the cultivators present.

"Guardian Holy Artifact? You actually have a defensive Holy Artifact protecting your body!"

Xiao Qiuchen exclaimed with a mix of shock and rage.

The immense rebounding force from his strike caused his palms to split and nearly shattered his hand.

He was greatly shaken, even fearful inside.

He suddenly realized that Zhou Gucheng would definitely prove to be a very tough bone to chew!

Unfortunately, there was never a remedy for regret in this world, nor would time ever reverse its flow.

Faced with Xiao Qiuchen’s outcry and the astonished expressions of the many cultivators, Zhou Gucheng did something very simple—he revealed the luster of the combat armor on his body—a faint misty blue light, but this was mere color, devoid of any guardian power!

In other words, not to mention the mere fact that the quality of his combat armor was just a Soul Device, even the Soul Armor on his body hadn’t activated any guardian power.

This meant that Zhou Gucheng had withstood the sword strike through the strength of his flesh alone.

"This is impossible!"

The eyes of the many cultivators were wide open in disbelief, and despite their reluctance to believe, the fact could no longer be hidden.

"I just realized today that once the restraints of the body are broken, even pure bodily strength alone can blast a Tribulation Realm True Man into pulp," Zhou Gucheng said something utterly mystifying.

At this moment, it seemed as though Zhou Gucheng had become as towering as a mountain because of this statement—at least, that was how he appeared in Xiao Qiuchen’s eyes.

Xiao Qiuchen’s gaze flickered wildly, and he immediately sensed danger.

As a result, he hardly thought before he turned to flee, sensing the threat of death—members of Zhou Yan’s lineage were all madmen, all fond of not striking back at first, then erupting with terrifying, abnormal abilities to torment others.

Zhou Gucheng was no exception, I’m afraid!

Alas, wishes are always beautiful.

"Phut—"

Zhou Gucheng suddenly moved. His flesh, fused with the majesty of the Ancestor Thunder Sword Body and inheriting the Killing Dao from the Ancestor Thunder Nine Swords, coalesced in his fists. Zhou Gucheng threw a punch with pure physical Fist Intent, shattering space and in an instant, blasted onto Xiao Qiuchen’s body.

"Phut—"

Xiao Qiuchen had no strength to resist and was powerfully sent flying, crashing into a distant mountain wall with a bang, causing it to fracture and spew out stones and dust in all directions.

Xiao Qiuchen’s body twitched as he continuously spurted blood from his mouth like a fountain, his eyes which previously flickered with spirit were now dull and lusterless.

"Cough cough—"

Xiao Qiuchen coughed up large amounts of blood. He had never imagined the outcome would be this tragic.

He looked up, only to vaguely see smirks of contempt from the likes of Sher, Feng Xi, and others in the distance.

"I... don’t believe in curses, refuse to believe it! Unwilling to accept it! This lineage, it’s impossible for everyone to be this defiant of heaven! I refuse to believe..."

Xiao Qiuchen spoke while blood foam sprayed from his mouth, nearly unable to utter a word clearly.

Zhou Gucheng’s punch had left him completely unable to care for himself, his speech already unclear.

"I won’t be inviting you to a feast. I’ll just send you on your way," said Zhou Gucheng.

As he spoke, the Ancestor Thunder Nine Swords gathered into a killing fist, bursting forth with the might of an ancient behemoth.

"Boom crack—"

A muffled explosion erupted.

"Ah—"

A shriek of agony from Xiao Qiuchen.

Zhou Gucheng stepped through the void, and with a punch, shattered Xiao Qiuchen’s body. Xiao Qiuchen burst apart, his remnants flying in every direction, splattering blood over Fang Yuting and the other four who accompanied him.

The specks of blood and flesh on their pristine white gowns and scholar’s robes were strikingly vivid.

"You bitch, stop!" Fang Yuting instinctively lashed out; she couldn’t just watch as Xiao Qiuchen’s body and soul were obliterated, so she immediately unleashed the Killing Tribulation Dao in a futile attempt to save Xiao Qiuchen’s soul.

However, Zhou Gucheng, though silent and reticent, was uncompromising, giving Fang Yuting no such chance!

Not only that, Zhou Gucheng did something that shocked everyone!

With a sudden strike, his sword, teeming with endless Thunder Light, obliterated Xiao Qiuchen’s frantically escaping soul; and in that moment, the sword coalesced nine dazzling streams of light into a thunderous Thunder Sword.

Like a divine sword, it shot across the sky at a terrifying speed, and in a single slash, it aimed for Fang Yuting.

"Phut!"

Fang Yuting, springing forward, was abruptly frozen in place, the endless light of the Sword Tribulation she wielded also suddenly dissipated.

The Thunder Sword pierced straight through Fang Yuting’s forehead, nailing her in the void.

Blood soared hundreds of meters high, and Fang Yuting’s face still held an expression of disbelief; her pupils constricted, filled with fear and shock, as if she couldn’t believe it until her death!

This sword killed Fang Yuting instantly!

Not only did it pin down her flesh, but it even shattered her soul in her mind.

Such a terrifying sword!

Everyone was stunned, shivering involuntarily, a coldness taking hold.

Zhou Gucheng, seemingly the weakest member of the Zhou Yan Faction, turned out to be heaven-defying, a return of the Evil King to the mortal realm, a demon star reborn!

The scene fell silent, many filled with endless chill and goosebumps; the brutality and terror were too much.

Those who harbored thoughts of targeting the Zhou Yan Faction immediately dismissed such ideas, unable to muster any antagonistic thoughts any longer.

In the midst of the scene, only Xiao Ji Wu’s eyes remained clear, his gaze fixed on Zhou Gucheng, his eyes shining with insight.

He had always kept a low profile; ever since the Void Double Saints abandoned him, he had been alone.

This time, it seemed he had developed a strong interest in Zhou Gucheng’s Sword Dao.

"How dare you, Zhou Gucheng, execute two promising youths against the rules. A sentence to the Desolate Land—closed off for one year. No, three months of seclusion!"

Suddenly, a Saint’s voice transmitted from the void. Then, endless binding light shone down, intending to suppress Zhou Gucheng.

"Respected Saint, may I ask for a chance to clash swords with Zhou Gucheng before a decision is made? I do not intend to interfere with the Saint’s decision, it’s just that I have encountered a familiar sword dao that I thought was lost, and I simply wish to confirm something," Xiao Ji Wu suddenly said.

"Hm? You are the son of the Void Double Saints, Ji Wu?"

The Saint’s voice came through the void.

Xiao Ji Wu gently nodded his head.

"In that case, I will give you half an hour. Remember, if there is another violation, one year of suppression."

The Saint spoke coldly.

"Thank you for your mercy," Xiao Ji Wu bowed and said.

Afterward, he faced Zhou Gucheng, saying, "Brother Zhou, you cultivate the Ancestor Thunder Nine Swords, correct? Then let’s see how your power measures up to my Nine Formation Heavenly Sword. I have no intention of being your enemy, I am only seeking to confirm something."

"Hm? Nine Formation Heavenly Sword? Make your move then!"

Zhou Gucheng’s body trembled slightly, his gaze suddenly becoming fervent.