39: Chapter 39 Full Power Unleashed! The Drunken Sword Immortal Battles the Young Ancestor Again

"Awooo——!!!"

The evil Dragon Soul on the demon-slaying dragon sword body let out a heaven-shaking roar, and the originally cyan sword light suddenly transformed into an incomparably thick, earthy yellow.

As this sword was swung, it felt as if an ancient divine mountain had been swung around by Ye Xiu and smashed down!

"Hmm?"

The Young Patriarch's expression finally changed.

He sensed something was wrong. This sword strike did not lock onto his Physical Body, but rather the spatial gravity around him!

He felt like a fly trapped in amber, and even lifting a finger became incomparably difficult.

"What a peculiar force field! What an overbearing gravity!"

At this critical moment, a divine light erupted in the Young Patriarch's eyes.

He no longer held back, and the hand he had kept behind his back was also extended.

His hands formed Seals rapidly in front of his chest, and a Heavenly Demon manifestation with three heads and six arms instantly appeared behind him!

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration · Heaven-Supporting Palm!"

"Boom——!!!!"

The heavy sword and the demonic palm collided fiercely in mid-air.

There was no scattering of energy as one might have imagined.

In that instant, the world seemed to freeze.

Immediately after, a visible white shockwave centered on the two of them spread crazily in a ring towards the surroundings!

"Crack, crack, crack!"

The hardest obsidian floor of the martial arts arena shattered inch by inch like a biscuit, and countless fragments floated into mid-air, defying physical common sense.

"Ugh..."

The Young Patriarch let out a muffled groan, and he was actually smashed down three zhang from mid-air by this sword strike!

Although he stabilized his figure, spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the Void Realm beneath his feet.

Ye Xiu was also sent flying by the immense recoil force, flipping over a dozen times in the air.

Only then did he use the Drunken Immortal Moon-Gazing Steps to dissipate the force and land steadily on the ground.

"This..."

Everyone stretched their necks, staring at the huge deep pit in the center of the martial arts arena.

"The Ancestral Master... was actually smashed down?"

The Azure Dragon Hall Master swallowed his saliva, feeling his worldview collapsing.

However, the Young Patriarch's expected laughter did not appear.

Inside that deep pit, it was terrifyingly quiet.

Ye Xiu stood not far from the edge of the pit, the lazy drunkenness originally on his face vanishing bit by bit.

The demon-slaying dragon sword in his hand began to tremble slightly, letting out an uneasy low hum.

It was the sword spirit, the evil Dragon, in fear!

An indescribable sense of oppression rose slowly from the bottom of the deep pit.

It was just like an ancient Demon God who had slept for eons, slowly opening its eyes.

"Thump!" "Thump!" "Thump!"

That was the sound of a heartbeat.

Heavy like war drums, every beat made the hearts of everyone present twitch fiercely.

Disciples with low cultivation were already pale, clutching their chests and kneeling on the ground.

"Oh no!"

Above the high tower, Si Youyou's expression changed suddenly; she was too familiar with this aura.

This was the true demonic manifestation that the Ancestral Master would only reveal back when he slaughtered the Righteous Path of the world!

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound seemed to come from the Void Realm.

Immediately after, a monstrous black Devilish Qi suddenly erupted from the deep pit!

This Devilish Qi was as dense as materialized ink, instantly breaking through the constraints of the martial arts arena.

It shot straight into the sky, dyeing the originally clear sky ink-black.

"Roar!!!"

An inhuman roar, mixed with endless anger and arrogance, exploded from underground.

In the terrified gaze of everyone, a figure slowly rose from the Devilish Qi.

At this moment, where was there any trace of the tender child appearance the Young Patriarch had before?

Although his figure was still short, his black hair had turned blood-red, dancing wildly behind his head.

In his eyes, the originally clear pupils had vanished.

They were replaced by two bottomless black whirlpools, which seemed to bury mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The most terrifying thing was the aura on his body.

The cultivation that he had firmly suppressed to the Dao Palace Realm, at this moment, because of the gravity strike from Ye Xiu that exceeded his load.

That shackle of self-Seal — snapped!

"Rumble!"

As the Seal shattered, the power within the Young Patriarch surged wildly like a dam-breaking flood!

Within just three breaths, his aura advanced irresistibly, reaching a height that made one's Soul tremble!

Behind him, the monstrous Devilish Qi actually condensed into an ancient, desolate Divine Bridge leading to the other shore!

Divine Bridge Realm Peak!

"Hoo..."

The Young Patriarch stood in the Void Realm, the Demonic Path Divine Bridge spanning beneath his feet.

He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, which turned into a black hurricane, completely blowing the surrounding ruined martial arts arena into flat ground.

He lowered his head, those demonic eyes without whites staring fixedly at Ye Xiu below.

The voice was no longer crisp, but had become harsh and hoarse like metal rubbing together, filled with demonic magnetism:

"Good lad..."

"It has been several hundred years; no one has ever been able to force this old man to passively break his Seal."

Who could have thought of this?

The Young Patriarch, who had not truly fought anyone for several hundred years, seemed to be a bit angered at this moment.

And after sensing that terrifying aura.

That Human Emperor village chief could no longer sit still either.

Thus, he left his wheelchair and floated slowly into mid-air.

From his hair appeared one light sword after another, seemingly protecting the village.

"Brother Dao, why bother getting serious with a junior?"

Obviously, the village chief was here to mediate.

But the Young Patriarch twisted his neck.

"Brother Dao, don't panic! I just want to test where this lad's limit is? Rest assured!"

While speaking.

He casually waved a palm out again.

But this time, the palm print was like a high mountain.

Carrying a terrifying aura, it covered down towards Ye Xiu.

This was forcing him to go all out!

"Thank you for the guidance, Ancestral Master. Behold my Sword Control Technique!"

Facing that terrifying palm print pressing down like an ancient demonic mountain, Ye Xiu knew that any reservation meant death.

Divine Bridge Realm Peak was an existence that truly touched the edge of the Law, certainly not something he could contend with right now.

But, in the Wine Sword Immortal's dictionary, there were never the words "retreat"!

"Glug——!"

In everyone's incredulous gaze, facing imminent disaster, Ye Xiu actually did one action first.

He tilted his head back and drank the "demon god brew" in that yellow-skinned wine gourd to the bottom in one breath!

"Boom!"

The strong liquor entered his throat, instantly turning into a torrent like rolling lava.

Ye Xiu's entire skin instantly turned blood-red, white wine mist steamed from his head, and his whole body seemed to be burning.

"Exhilarating!"

Ye Xiu threw away the wine gourd; the drunkenness in his eyes was gone, leaving only two balls of madly burning Battle Intent sword light.

"Dao Palace Four Treasuries, open for me!"

Accompanied by his roar, the four silent divine treasuries of the heart, lungs, liver, and spleen within his body roared and operated simultaneously.

The violence of fire, the sharpness of metal, the vitality of wood, and the heaviness of earth—four completely different powers.

Under the catalysis of the Wine God Curse, they fused together incredibly, turning into a strand of Chaos-like dark golden Divine Power!

"Hum——"

Behind him, that golden Bitter Sea manifestation surged again, almost drowning the entire Heavenly Demon Sect headquarters.

In the center of the Bitter Sea, that chaotic azure lotus grew with the wind, instantly turning into a pillar supporting the sky.

It stubbornly held up the pressure of the slowly descending demonic palm, winning that sliver of an opportunity for Ye Xiu to strike with his sword!

"Dragon King! If you don't want to die, burn your Soul for me!"

Ye Xiu pointed his sword at the sky, issuing the final command to the demon slaying sword in the air.

"Awooo roar——!!!"

The sword spirit, the evil Dragon, felt an unprecedented crisis; it knew that once its host died, it would also be completely Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

In despair, it erupted with all the ferocity it had in its lifetime!

The entire demon slaying sword instantly turned into a red-hot branding iron, and then turned into pitch-black.

A huge black Dragon phantom wrapped around the sword body, its scales standing on end, its Dragon eyes weeping blood!

"This sword strike, I bet all my cultivation, all my Luck!"

Ye Xiu soared into the air, and actually fused with that sword. This was the unity of man and sword!

He did not use any fancy sword moves, nor did he transform into thousands of sword rains.

He just stabbed straight, simply and brutally, towards the center of that sky-covering demonic palm!

At this moment.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed only that streak of black sword light flowing against the current remained.

It was as small as dust, yet carried a determination and overbearingness to pierce through the firmament and split open this Chaos!

Mount Shu Supreme Sword Art × Heaven-Covering Extreme Path Attack.

"Sword Control Technique · One Sword Opens the Sky!"

Seeing this scene, a smile of gratification appeared on the Young Patriarch's handsome face.

"Not bad, lad!"

"This old man can rest assured to entrust the Sacred Sect and Youyou all to you!"