131: Chapter 131 A Mutilated Body Smiles for He Lin'er, The Former Sword God Tests the Mad Dragon

The pharmacist's ecstatic roar pierced through the bamboo door.

Hearing this cry, Ye Xiu, who was in mid-air, stiffened completely.

That peerless longsword, which had just shattered the Heavenly Tribulation and possessed a piercing sharpness, now slipped from his hand with a "clang" and fell into the courtyard.

He had defeated the Heavenly Dao and trampled upon ancient Buddhas, but in this moment, he didn't even have the strength to hold his sword.

"I... I've become a father..."

Ye Xiu muttered to himself, his heterochromatic gold and silver eyes filled with incredible ecstasy and tenderness.

He suddenly transformed into a stream of light and dove straight down from mid-air, not even bothering to push the door, instead crashing through the window of the bamboo building and rushing into the delivery room.

And at the very moment the infant's cry rang out.

From the direction of Ghost Gate Gorge outside Canlao Village, countless powerful auras suddenly surged forth!

Led by the Right Protector Xue Biane, the experts of the Heavenly Demon Sect offered their congratulations in unison.

"The Heavenly Demon issues a decree, Heaven and Earth celebrate together!"

"Respectfully welcoming the Young Lord's birth! Long live the Sect Leader, may the Young Lord reign for ten thousand generations, and unify the world!"

"Respectfully welcoming the Young Lord's birth!!!"

Tens of thousands of devil Sect members shouted in unison, their voices soaring straight into the clouds.

This terrifying display caused the hidden Sects lurking in the shadows at the edge of The Great Ruins to be so frightened that they didn't even dare to breathe.

This number one Heavenly Demon Sect in the world, this group of ruthless Devil Heads.

Now not only had a Sect Leader in the Sendai Realm with Heaven-Defying combat power, but they had also welcomed a Heaven-Defying Young Lord born with a True Dragon Bloodline!

...

Canlao Village, inside the bamboo building.

The earth-shattering cheers outside did not affect the warmth inside the room in the slightest.

Amidst the thick scent of medicine.

Si Youyou lay weakly on the bed, her white ribbon soaked through with sweat.

Yet, a gentle smile radiating maternal glory hung at the corners of her mouth.

Ye Xiu knelt half-way before the bed, his movements as stiff as a stone.

In his arms, he was carefully cradling an infant wrapped in snow fox fur.

The child was neither crying nor making a fuss, opening its big, dark, rolling eyes to curiously examine the man before it who radiated a pleasant scent of wine.

Most amazingly, at the center of this newborn infant's brow.

There was naturally a golden dragon-shaped divine mark, faintly revealing an incomparably domineering Pure Yang Qi.

"Husband, look at him... he looks so much like you."

Si Youyou reached out a pale finger and gently touched Ye Xiu's cheek.

Ye Xiu's eyes reddened slightly.

He was famous throughout the world, he was decisive in killing, the sword in his hand had drunk the blood of countless experts, and he could crush the golden body of the world's number one person with one foot.

But at this moment, this unrestrained Wine Sword Immortal.

Only dared to use the lightest, softest touch to caress his son's tender little face.

"Yes... like me, truly like me."

Ye Xiu lowered his head, his voice somewhat hoarse, yet it revealed an unquestionable, peerless dominance.

He looked at the True Dragon cub in his arms spitting saliva, his heterochromatic gold and silver eyes flashing with the sharpest gleam in this world.

"Son, remember your father's name: Ye Xiu."

"From today on, the rules of this world only apply to others.

If you want to cry, the gods in heaven must cover their ears for you; if you want to laugh, the gods and Buddhas across the sky must line up to amuse you."

"This world, Daddy has already flattened it for you.

From now on, you can walk sideways in this world!"

The Mad Dragon restrains his killing intent to caress the bed, the Wine Madman holds his sword to celebrate the birth of his son.

Soon, the old folks in the village came one after another to offer their congratulations!

However, the Village Chief seemed to have something on his mind.

"Lad, congratulations. The Heavenly Demon Sect has a successor, and you, as a father, have a bigger display than the Old Emperor of the Yankang Kingdom."

The Village Chief watched Ye Xiu walk out, a flash of extremely complex light passing through his murky old eyes.

Ye Xiu closed the bamboo door behind him, casually uncorked the purple-red wine gourd at his waist, and took a gulp.

"Old man, stop trying to goad me with your words.

The congratulatory gifts sent by those devil Sect members outside could fill your Canlao Village ten times over.

But I know that in this backwater place of yours, you surely can't produce any gold or silver treasures."

Ye Xiu carried the wine gourd, walked slowly to a stop three zhang in front of the stone roller, his heterochromatic eyes slightly narrowed, and a playful arc tugged at the corner of his mouth:

"Speak, why did you send the other old fellows away in the middle of the night and sit here alone waiting for me? What 'full moon gift' are you planning to give my son?"

The Village Chief's shriveled lips curled slightly, revealing a set of broken, yellowed teeth.

"This old man is a cripple; my legs are gone, so what could I possibly have that is worth presenting? However..."

The Village Chief's voice suddenly paused.

The next instant.

From within his originally hunched and broken body, a terrifying sharpness that soared straight into the clouds and pierced the firmament erupted without warning!

There was no violent fluctuation of True Origin, nor was there a frantic gathering of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

There was only something pure to the extreme, domineering to the absolute limit.

It was as if it could split this heaven and earth, and even the river of time, in two—a Supreme Sword Intent!

As soon as this Sword Intent appeared, the few drifting clouds that had just gathered above Canlao Village were instantly and silently sliced into countless tiny fragments.

The old willow tree in the courtyard shook violently, and the willow leaves filling the sky seemed to feel some kind of fatal summons.

They actually detached from the branches in unison, hovering in mid-air, transforming into ten million verdant sharp swords, pointing directly at Ye Xiu!

"In this life, this old man only has this broken body left, and this mouthful of Sword Qi that I cannot swallow."

The Village Chief slowly raised his head, his murky eyes becoming brighter and sharper than the stars in the sky at this moment.

"You lad just now in the sky, you shattered the Nine-Colored Heavenly Tribulation with one sword; the momentum of that sword was too wild, too arrogant.

Although this old man has no legs, back in the day, I was at least honored with the title of 'Sword God'."

"Today you have been blessed with a son, and this old man has nothing else..."

The Village Chief's withered right hand slowly raised, forming a sword with his fingers, pointing from afar at the center of Ye Xiu's brow.

"So, I shall borrow the joy of you becoming a new father, and once again shamelessly ask to experience the Sendai Sword Intent of you, the Wine Sword Immortal of this age!"

The moment his words fell.

The ten million willow leaves hovering in mid-air were like a green rainstorm.

Carrying the extreme Sword Intent that the old Village Chief had accumulated for a hundred years and honed through countless life-and-death trials, they came sweeping toward Ye Xiu, blotting out the sky!

This was not a life-and-death struggle; it was merely a pure exchange of swordsmanship.

But, this was a destined challenge of the sword, initiated by the martial arts myth of the previous era against the strongest Mad Dragon of the current age!

Facing this kind of peerless sword rain that would be enough to make any Divine Bridge Realm Grandmaster in the world die instantly.

Ye Xiu did not retreat, nor did he even reach for the peerless sword at his waist that had washed away all vanity.

"Old man, this congratulatory gift of yours is potent! It just so happens that this Sect Leader's wine is missing a side dish!"

Ye Xiu laughed wildly, two terrifying divine rays shooting out from his heterochromatic eyes.

He did not activate the Law suppression of his dual-layered Sendai, nor did he use the brute force of his Great Perfection True Dragon Physical Body.

Since the old Village Chief wanted to compete with swords, then he, Ye Xiu, would use the purest swordsmanship to accept this generous gift!

"Gulp!"

Ye Xiu tilted his head back and gulped down another large mouthful of Western Regions strong liquor.

Facing the green willow leaf sword formation that had already approached within an inch of his brow, radiating a bone-chilling coldness.

Ye Xiu suddenly lowered his head, a low dragon's roar emitting from his throat, and a mouthful of strong liquor mixed with Pure Yang True Fire and Taiyi Vitality was sprayed directly out by him!

"Pfft!"

The moment the wine left his body, it did not turn into mist.

Instead, under the blessing of Ye Xiu's terrifying Sendai Second Layer Sword Intent.

It instantly condensed into hundreds of millions of tiny gold and silver colored Qi swords that were hard to distinguish with the naked eye, yet were truly real!

"Ding ding ding!!!"

A dense, crisp sound, like large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate, or like thousands of hailstones striking iron armor.

Exploded crazily in the short space of three zhang between Ye Xiu and the old Village Chief!

That was the terrifying collision of the Concepts of willow leaves and wine, of the previous generation Sword God and the current Wine Sword Immortal, happening billions of times in the microscopic world!

The old Village Chief's Sword Intent was "sacrificing life and forgetting death," it was "advancing with indomitable will."

Even if only a broken body remained, he would still cut a bloody path in a desperate situation, carrying a thick sense of tragedy and unyielding spirit.

And Ye Xiu's Sword Intent was "I am the number one in the world," it was "those who submit to me prosper, those who resist me perish."

Within his sword, it contained the destructive dominance of the Solar True Fire, and it was also wrapped in the creation vitality of the Taiyi Jianmu.

This was a Sword Intent that truly belonged to gods, high and above, overlooking all things!

Two distinct Peak Sword Intents were locked in a deadly struggle in mid-air.

What was shocking was.

Such a terrifying collision of Sword Intent, with a destructive power sufficient to instantly grind a thousand-zhang high mountain into powder.

Was confined tightly within this courtyard of three zhang by the two men's extremely tacit and shockingly precise control.

Even the thin bamboo door behind Ye Xiu, and the infant who had just fallen asleep in the bamboo building, did not feel the slightest breeze.

This absolute control over power was the Realm that was the most chilling!

"Good lad! What a domineering sword!"