I Have A Sword

Chapter 912: Die More Than Once

Call of help? Blood rushed into Ci Tian's head upon hearing the Southern Underworld Lord's words. He stepped forward, but just as his foot was about to land, he realized that something was wrong. He was definitely not the Southern Underworld Lord's match.

"Dao Jun, hold me back!" Ci Tian hurriedly transmitted.

Dao Jun closed his eyes, pretending that he hadn't heard Ci Tian.

Ci Tian's expression froze, and as soon as his foot landed on the ground, everyone turned their eyes on him.

Ye Guan also looked at Ci Tian in disbelief, unable to hide his amazement. He was truly surprised that Ci Tian had the guts to stand up. He actually dared to step forward.

Ci Tian's strength had increased greatly after consuming a Dao Fruit, but there was still a considerable gap between him and the Southern Underworld Lord. This was exactly why Ye Guan was taken aback.

The Southern Underworld Lord looked at Ci Tian and smiled. "Monk, do you want to fight me?"

Ci Tian clasped his hands together. "Benefactor, the sea of suffering is boundless, but turn around, and you will find salvation. If you are willing to lay down your butcher's knife and submit to Young Master Ye, you may get to survive.

"If you persist in your errs and keep aiding the wicked, you will die more than once."

Everyone else was speechless as well.

The Southern Underworld Lord chuckled. "Monk, you stepped up to persuade me into surrendering? You’re quite interesting. Did you know that even when our Nether Sea faced the Tianxing Civilization back then, we never had the slightest thought of surrendering?"

"To be honest, I am a monk, and I'm not very good at fighting. However, I can introduce someone to you..." Ci Tian turned to look at Dao Jun, "Dao Jun, would you spar with this benefactor?"

Dao Jun stared at Ci Tian and chided, "You're too weak to act tough, so stop showing off."

Ci Tian was speechless.

"Hahaha!" The Southern Underworld Lord laughed. "Young Master Ye, if you're not going to call for help, we can exchange a few moves."

"Puhahaha!"

A peal of boisterous laughter echoed before Ye Guan could make any move. The next moment, a figure appeared in front of the Southern Underworld Lord.

It was the Eighth Hall Master!

Dao Jun and the others were stunned to see the Eighth Hall Master.

The Eighth Hall Master smiled and said, "Young Master Ye, leave this man to me."

Ye Guan asked in a deep voice, "Can you handle him?"

The Eighth Hall Master’s face darkened. "Young Master Ye, I’m very strong—stronger than you think."

Ye Guan had no idea what to say to that.

The Dao Emperor Zhaowu smiled. "The Eighth Hall Master has truly defected to Young Master Ye."

Tianwu Xin remained expressionless. "He's seeking his own death."

The Dao Emperor Zhaowu smiled and said nothing.

The Southern Underworld Lord looked at the Eighth Hall Master and smiled. "This place is too small for us to fight. Shall we go somewhere else?"

"You've taken the words out of my mouth," the Eighth Hall Master grinned and punched the air in front of him, tearing open a spacetime rift. He transformed into a black streak of light and disappeared into the independent space.

The Southern Underworld Lord followed after him.

Just then, Wuma Luo stepped forward and stared at Ye Guan with a smile. "Young Master Ye, our Wuma Clan has no grievances with you. We’re here to assist the Evil Dao Alliance because—"

"Stop the nonsense," Ye Guan interrupted, "Once this is over, I will wipe out your Wuma Clan."

Wuma Luo's eyes narrowed into slits, and a thick, killing intent flashed in his eyes. "Is that so? Then I’d like to see if you have the strength to do so, Young Master Ye."

"Kill!" Wuma Luo exclaimed, waving his hand.

The Path Creation Realm cultivators of the Wuma Clan at Ye Guan and his group.

Wuma Luo himself led the charge, heading straight for Ye Guan.

The Seven Hidden Buddhas and the Nine Swords of Dao Tian charged forward as well.

A great battle broke out!

More than twenty Path Creation Realm experts attacked Ye Guan's group at the same time. How terrifying of a sight was that?

The moment they attacked, the Ascension World was torn apart. However, the Ascension Stele, Ascension Stairs, and the Dao Street remained completely unharmed.

Ye Guan stepped forward.

Boom!

Two of Ye Guan's three bloodlines came to life, and his aura surged crazily.

Ye Guan took another step forward, and a dragon's roar reverberated across the heavens and the earth.

He had merged with Ao Qianqian!

Ye Guan charged forward with the Qingxuan Sword in hand, and he slashed fiercely at Wuma Luo.

A blood-red sword light swept out, forcing Wuma Luo to retreat several thousand meters away. After forcing Wuma Luo back with a single slash, Ye Guan quickly scanned his surroundings.

Swoosh!

The sword light sliced through everything.

The expressions of the Path Creation Realm experts close to Ye Guan changed drastically as they all unleashed their techniques to defend themselves; some of them even used their divine artifacts.

Boom!

The blood-red sword light exploded, and several Path Creation Realm experts were forced to retreat by Ye Guan's slash. The divine artifacts of some of them had even shattered upon impact.

"Be careful about that sword!" one of the Path Creation Realm experts exclaimed.

They finally understood how the Dark Monk died at the hands of Ye Guan. At first, they all thought that the Dark Monk got a bit too careless, but now, the truth became painfully apparent to them.

It was all because of Ye Guan’s sword insanely powerful sword!

Wuma Luo was shocked. After taking Ye Guan’s slash head-on, his arms had split open. If he hadn’t reacted in time, the attack would have split him into two.

What a terrifying sword!

However, it wasn't just the sword; Ye Guan's bloodlines were terrifying as well. As one of the Nine Clans of Zhaowu, they had a special bloodline within them, but their bloodline could not compare to Ye Guan's bloodline

This meant that Ye Guan’s ancestors were extraordinary figures of the Dao!

Wuma Luo’s face darkened. The Wuma Clan had underestimated the strength of Ye Guan's backers, but at this point, there was no turning back. He had to see this through.

Wuma Luo opened his palm, and a flame shot up into the sky. The next moment, the flame turned into a fiery sword and slashed fiercely toward Ye Guan in the distance.

Ye Guan looked up and stomped lightly with his right foot. He turned into a streak of sword light, soaring into the sky. With one slash, he tore the flame apart and charged at Wuma Luo.

When Ye Guan's sword descended, the spacetime around them was torn apart as if it were as fragile as paper.

Wuma Luo's pupils shrank into needle points. He clenched his hands, and a dim light shot toward Ye Guan.

Ye Guan slashed out, and the dim light shattered, but the delay had allowed Wuma Luo to retreat several thousand meters away.

Wuma Luo no longer dared to face Ye Guan's sword head-on.

Instead of chasing after Wuma Luo, Ye Guan looked around, and his face darkened upon seeing that Dao Jun and the others were at a disadvantage.

They were being outnumbered. He had to kill some of their Path Creation Realm experts before anything else!

Ye Guan scanned the battlefield, and his gaze soon landed on an old man. The old man, sensing something, turned to look at Ye Guan. In an instant, his lifespan was reduced by nearly ten million years.

The old man was horrified and retreated frantically, but Ye Guan slashed out again. The old man’s eyes widened in shock, and he perished on the spot. He died of natural causes—his lifespan was exhausted!

The Path Creation Realm experts were terrified, and they quickly distanced themselves from Ye Guan, afraid that he'd target them next.

Ye Guan swept his gaze across the Path Creation Realm experts, and soon his eyes landed on another old man. The old man’s face changed drastically, "I still have tens of millions of years of lifespan left. Killing me is not worth it. You..."

The old man quickly pointed at a black-robed old man. "He has less than ten million years left; kill him instead."

The black-robed old man was flabbergasted.

Ye Guan's gaze shifted to the black-robed old man. Before Ye Guan could raise his sword, the black-robed old man turned around and disappeared into the distant horizon.

He truly had less than ten million years' worth of lifespan left!

The faces of the other Path Creation Realm experts turned grim as soon as the black-robed old man deserted the battlefield.

"Let's attack him together!" Wuma Luo exclaimed and charged forward. However, he realized halfway through that no one had followed him. He retreated in a hurry and glared at the Nine Swords of Dao Tian and the Seven Hidden Monks.

"What are you guys doing?" Wuma Luo asked.

One of the Hidden Monks glanced at Wuma Luo and said, "Who do you think you are? Do you think you have the right to order us around?"

Wuma Luo was speechless.

Just then, Ye Guan transformed into a blood-red sword light and charged at Wuma Luo.

Wuma Luo's expression changed dramatically. He slapped his hand in front of him, sending out a burst of flames, but it was split into two by Ye Guan's sword. Wuma Luo's face darkened, but instead of fighting, he retreated in a hurry.

Dao Emperor Zhaowu shook his head slightly at the sight. "He is actually much stronger than Ye Guan, but he lacks the will to fight. He falls far short of his ancestors."

Tianwu Xin glanced at Ye Guan, whose figure was covered in a blood-red light, and remarked, "If it hadn't been for that divine sword, he wouldn’t have been Clan Leader Luo's match."

"That sword is indeed something special." Dao Emperor Zhaowu chuckled. He tapped the table in front of him and said, "Western Underworld Lord, why don't you go and teach the arrogant Young Master Ye a lesson?"

"Sure." A voice echoed throughout the heavens and the earth. The next moment, a beam of holy light descended and appeared above Ye Guan's head.

Ye Guan looked up and transformed into a sword light to meet the oncoming holy light.

Boom!

The holy light shattered, but Ye Guan plummeted heavily to the ground. The earth beneath him collapsed, and a deep, seemingly bottomless chasm was made.

"Death is coming!"

A colossal hand manifested in the sky, and it rushed into the bottomless chasm, heading straight for Ye Guan.