28: Chapter 28 Emperor Sword Nine Netherworlds

Ziyang's expression could no longer be described as just ugly; it looked as if it had been soaked in ink for three days and three nights.

The Holy Son of Wanhua, Hua Tian, was carried away like a dead dog, his life or death unknown.

"Hmph, nothing but some brute strength."

From the Zixiao Holy Land camp, a young man in white stepped forward slowly.

His Face was like polished jade, and a long sword was strapped to his back. With every step he took, the surrounding air seemed to be sliced apart by a sharp Sword Intent.

The Saint of Zixiao, Qi Yunfeng.

He was also the acknowledged number one in the Way of the Sword among the younger generation of Zixiao Holy Land. It was said that at his birth, the ring of swords resounded for a hundred miles, and he was born with a Clear Sword Heart.

Qi Yunfeng flew down onto the white jade arena. He wasn't arrogant and overbearing like Hua Tian, but instead slightly cupped his hands toward Leng Qingqiu with an elegant demeanor:

"Qi Yunfeng of Zixiao. I ask for Junior Sister's guidance."

This act of a refined gentleman caused many ignorant girls below the stage to look on with hearts in their eyes.

Leng Qingqiu merely gave him a cold glance, casually tapping the fire poker on the ground.

"Stop pretending. Your eyes are disgusting."

The smile on Qi Yunfeng's Face stiffened, and a flash of malice crossed his eyes before he quickly regained his composure:

"Junior Sister must be joking. Since Junior Sister insists on using this stick, then Senior Brother will not hold back."

Clang—!

The long sword left its sheath, its cold light illuminating half the square.

In this round, the style of combat changed abruptly.

There was no more head-on clashing; instead, it was replaced by a dazzling display of sword light.

Qi Yunfeng truly lived up to his reputation as a Sword Genius. Even with his cultivation suppressed to the Dao Palace Realm, the sword in his hand was still as fast as lightning, and his movement was even more erratic, circling Leng Qingqiu like a ghost.

Although Leng Qingqiu was a Devil Emperor in her past life and had rich combat experience, her body in this life hadn't fully adapted yet.

More importantly, the fire poker in her hand was too awkward to use.

It was just a thick, black stick with no edge and the wrong center of gravity. It was fine for smashing people, but against a Sword Cultivator who followed an agile path, it was a nightmare.

Ssh!

A strand of Sword Qi struck from a tricky angle from the side.

Leng Qingqiu blocked with the stick, but she was still half a beat too slow.

Her fiery red sleeve was torn by the Sword Qi, exposing a section of her snowy wrist to the air, marked by a thin, long bloodstain.

"Junior Sister, it seems this fire poker isn't very easy to use."

Qi Yunfeng chuckled, but his movements didn't slow down at all. His sword strikes became increasingly sharp and ruthless, specifically targeting Leng Qingqiu's vital points.

Ssh! Ssh!

Several more strands of Sword Qi flashed past.

The clothes at Leng Qingqiu's waist and shoulders were torn one after another, her snowy skin faintly visible. Droplets of bright red blood seeped out, appearing enchanting and poignantly beautiful against the red of her clothing.

Below the stage, the people from Zixiao Holy Land began to cheer.

"Good job, Senior Brother Qi!"

"This is what you call overcoming strength with softness! What use is brute force?"

On the high platform, Lu Chen watched this scene, his finger lightly tapping the table. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he had no intention of intervening.

Some paths must be walked by the disciple themselves.

Some 'cheats' can only be activated after seeing blood.

On the arena.

Leng Qingqiu looked down at the wound on her arm. Blood slid down her fingertips and dripped onto that black fire poker.

In that instant, deep within her pitch-black eyes, it seemed as if something had shattered.

A cold killing intent from the Yellow Springs of the Nine Heavens erupted violently within her body.

In her past life, she had slaughtered her way through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths with a single sword. When had she ever suffered such humiliation?

"You... ruined the clothes Revered Master gave me."

Leng Qingqiu's voice was very soft, yet it made Qi Yunfeng feel a bone-chilling coldness.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—

The blood that dripped onto the fire poker did not slide off but was instantly absorbed completely.

Immediately after, from that plain and even somewhat bent black stick, there came a sound like an eggshell cracking.

Crack.

A piece of black charcoal peeled off, revealing a heart-palpitating cold light within.

Crack, crack.

The speed of the peeling grew faster and faster.

A Sword Intent filled with the aura of destruction surged up from the 'fire poker'!

The crowd that had been shouting just now suddenly fell silent, like ducks being strangled by the neck.

In Leng Qingqiu's hand, the originally ugly black stick had long since vanished.

In its place was a peerless long sword, crystal clear and flowing with seven-colored divine light! The imperial sword jiuyou!

Upon the blade, natural patterns of the Great Dao were interwoven.

This was the true Face of the Emperor Weapon Embryo!

It was not a stick, but a sword!

"What kind of Sword Intent is this!" Qi Yunfeng's expression changed drastically. The spiritual sword in his hand was actually trembling slightly, letting out a fearful wail.

The Submission of Ten Thousand Weapons!

Leng Qingqiu held the sword in one hand, her long hair dancing wildly, her body covered in blood.

"Just now, you were having fun slashing me? Now it's my turn!"

She took a step forward, and her figure instantly vanished.

She was so fast that not even an afterimage could be seen!

Qi Yunfeng's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously raised his sword to block.

Clang—!

A crisp sound rang out.

The priceless spiritual sword in Qi Yunfeng's hand shattered directly like fragile glass.

The massive impact sent him staggering backward, his palm torn and bloody.

But this was only the beginning.

With a flick of Leng Qingqiu's wrist, countless sword shadows poured down like a violent storm.

Every strike contained the ultimate Path of Slaughter.

This was the sword technique from her past life!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The protective spiritual light on Qi Yunfeng's body shattered instantly. His white clothes were dyed into blood-red garments, and over a dozen deep, bone-exposing wounds appeared on his body in an instant.

The situation reversed in an instant!

The Saint of Zixiao, who had held the upper hand just a moment ago, was now like a child who had just learned to hold a sword, being completely overwhelmed by Leng Qingqiu.

"This is impossible! I am a Sword Genius! I am the Child of Destiny!"

Qi Yunfeng's hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mental state had completely collapsed.

Seeing Leng Qingqiu's sword piercing straight toward his brow, the fear of death enveloped his entire body.

He couldn't afford to lose!

Zixiao Holy Land couldn't afford to lose either!

A trace of venom flashed in Qi Yunfeng's eyes. His left hand quietly reached into his sleeve and violently crushed a small black jade bottle.

"Die!!"

A cloud of purple-black mist exploded instantly, heading straight for Leng Qingqiu's Face.

The moment the mist appeared, even the surrounding void sizzled as it was corroded, and a large area of the white jade arena turned black instantly.

"Ten-Thousand-Year Purple Pigeon Venom!"

On the high platform, Wei Hongyu cried out in alarm, her Face turning pale.

This was one of the ten most deadly poisons in the cultivation world. Anyone below the Xiantai Realm would die upon contact!

In a Righteous Path sparring match, he actually used such a low-down method?!

This wasn't a martial arts competition; this was murder!

Lu Chen's eyebrows shot up, and the teacup in his hand was instantly reduced to powder.

The rules forbade Magic Treasures and cultivation levels, but they hadn't forbidden such insidious poisons.

After all, who could have imagined that the dignified Saint of a Holy Land would pull such a stunt in public?

When the Righteous Path fought, the duels and competitions were on the surface; no one thought of using poison, as it wasn't supposed to be a life-and-death struggle.

Compared to the Demonic Sect, the Righteous Path valued 'Face'. I can kill you secretly, but I cannot kill you openly.

If I am to kill you openly, everyone who sees it must die.

Therefore, the Righteous Path wasn't all that honorable; it was just that no one knew about the dirty and wretched things they did.

Once others found out, his teammates would abandon him, claiming he had fallen into the Demonic Path, all to ensure their own survival.

"Despicable!"

"Shameless!"

A chorus of curses rose from below the stage, but everything happened too fast.

The poisonous mist was close at hand.

A cruel grin appeared on Qi Yunfeng's Face, as if he could already see the tragic sight of this Genius girl turning into a pool of bloody water.

However, Lu Chen hadn't been too worried. People with great Luck don't die; instead, they achieve even greater Opportunities.

In the novels of his past life, the protagonist never gets into real danger; the ones in the most danger are the people around the protagonist. That was why he had to think twice before taking on disciples.

He chose disciples who wouldn't threaten his own life.

How many Children of Luck from various genres sacrificed their parents, relatives, friends, and lovers to attain the Righteous Path? Wouldn't he be in danger then?

However, Qi Yunfeng had underestimated the ruthlessness of the former Devil Emperor.

Facing the oncoming lethal poison, Leng Qingqiu did not retreat; she advanced.

She didn't care about the poisonous mist at all. Instead, she poured all the power in her body into the Imperial Sword in her hand.

More importantly, she wanted this scum to pay the price!

Swish—!

A shrill cold light sliced through the poisonous mist.

Following that was a flying arm, accompanied by a rain of blood.

"AH—!!!"

Qi Yunfeng's scream even drowned out the sound of the wind.

He clutched his severed right arm, rolling on the ground in agonizing pain.

The hand that had thrown the poison was severed at the root!

And Leng Qingqiu, holding the blood-dripping Imperial Sword, stood proudly at the edge of the poisonous mist.

"Nothing more than this."