Chapter 475: Chapter 475
475: Chapter 470: I’m Your Ancestor 475: Chapter 470: I’m Your Ancestor Ying Xiu remembered that this young man should only be in the Sea Expansion Realm.
A punch from the Sea Expansion Realm had severely injured the Divine Servant from Chengling, not to mention the suppression of an Immortal Artifact attached from above the sky.
Since ancient times, only true geniuses like his father, Feather Sword Master, could achieve an indiscriminate reach below the crossing of calamity.
Standing in front of Ying Xiu, the Divine Servant’s gaze turned cold, and as his palm lit up, amidst the cries of the crowd, he too summoned an Immortal Artifact.
It was a warhammer-shaped Immortal Artifact, which he smashed into the ground, causing sharp earthen spikes to shoot towards Baili An, elongating along the way.
Baili An’s figure flashed continuously, his feet stirring up layers of fire circles, and the earthen spikes all brushed past him without hitting.
By then, he had acquired a heavy coffin lid in his hands, and with a thunderous swinging, he smashed it down heavily.
The Divine Servant’s face changed slightly, and without hesitation, he raised his hammer to meet it.
The sharp end of the hammer slammed into the thick coffin, making the Divine Servant involuntarily roar, his legs embedding into the ground.
His arms burst out of his clothes with a crack.
The face of the Vermilion Bird coffin was cracked by the heavy strike of the Immortal Artifact.
But before the Divine Servant could savor his triumph, light oozed from the cracks, a gentle red light brushing over his eyes.
His eyeballs were actually stolen mid-air from their sockets, behind them intertwined trailing bright red tendons.
“AAAAHHHH!!!” Painful screams echoed from his mouth.
The Vermilion Bird coffin sank thunderously, merging completely with the earth, and as the screams stopped abruptly, fresh blood seeped out from beneath the coffin.
Baili An stood atop the Vermilion Bird coffin, glancing sideways at the child with a calm expression, as if what he was stepping on was not a human life.
“Cattle and sheep in a pen know to struggle in vain at the time of slaughter, never giving up until the moment of death.
The people who can control the life and death of cattle and sheep turn out to be no better than domestic fowl in the end.”
At last, a smile emerged on the child’s rigid and lifeless face.
The leading Divine Servant’s gaze finally turned solemn.
He spread his arms, and the large parasol suspended in the sky sparked with fire.
Within the blazing molten light, a monstrous beast with the body of a cow and the face of a tiger roared into existence.
Its eight iron hooves struck with thunder and lightning, and the divine statues guarding the tribe shook uncontrollably from the beast’s roar.
“It’s an Umbrella Soul Artifact Spirit!” The chieftain, who looked like a child, changed expression slightly.
He teleported in a step next to Baili An, raising his hand to unleash a towering sword finger.
The sword finger burned away but was captured in the Artifact Spirit’s mouth, instantly shattering to pieces.
The child-like chieftain’s face turned livid, saying, “If I had a sword now, such a foul beast would only deserve to grovel!”
Hearing his words, Baili An couldn’t help but first think of the witch who had saved them from the giant snake’s mouth with a sword that cleansed thousands under the snow-filled sky.
At that moment, within the eternal wind, a faint hint of wind and snow seemed to brush against the face.
However, the vault of the hidden stars had no snowfall.
Suddenly, a very polite knocking sound emerged unexpectedly.
All eyes involuntarily turned toward the direction of the door.
The tribal gate had already been knocked down by the Divine Servant, long devoid of any door to conceal the entrance.
A woman in a red and black gown stood on the thick stone doorway, the dim starlight in the distance seemingly casting a cold halo around her, her exquisitely beautiful features ethereal and sacred against the backlight.
She gently tapped the stone door with the hilt of her longsword in her hand, very courteously.
She tilted her head and smiled, unintentionally, a strand of blue-black hair slipped from her shoulder, revealing a reddish small mole on her translucent earlobe.
“From afar, the aroma of food was enticing, very appetizing.
I wonder if there is roasted venison today?”
Yun Rong’s black and red sword robe was already stained with patchy blood traces, and the remnants of the corpse ghost’s special chilling evil aura lingered around her hem, her Cloud Boots covered in red muddy dust.
She had traveled a long distance, battling endlessly with countless corpse ghost demons throughout the night in that dark tide!
She had strayed into the world beyond the Bronze Gate, yet she still had the leisure and taste to use corpse demons to sharpen her mind and sword?!
Slaying corpse ghosts and cutting down demons ended with the shameless request for a bowl of roasted venison?
As if in this grand world, nothing was greater than sword cultivation and eating.
The Tianxi Sword from the fourth branch, truly a remarkable figure.
The chief among the Divine Servants also felt the remaining evil aura of corpse ghost slaughter emanating from this sweet and gentle woman, his face drastically changed as if he had seen some monster, and he sharply asked, “Who are you?”
Yun Rong had not yet replied when the chieftain, child-like in appearance, with eyebrows and eyes as if embedded with starlight, shining extremely brightly, curved his lips into a smile and said, “The Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, the Cleansing Snow Sword.”
As his words fell, the Cleansing Snow Sword responded by unsheathing under Yun Rong’s control, issuing a clear and distant sword cry in the heavens, falling into the child’s palm.
The sword arc brought forth a bright cold light, a fleeting light, with silver threads flashing chaotically.
Like fine, continuous snow, ascending against the sky.
The snow light covered the giant parasol, then silently pierced through, continuing upward.
Such an extremely precious top-grade Immortal Artifact treasure was thus truly poked with countless holes in the child’s hands, the beastly body of the cow-tiger Artifact Spirit subsequently shattered unwillingly and dissipated.
The child casually twirled a few attractive sword flowers, and the remaining eight Divine Servants’ necks simultaneously sprayed with fresh blood, then they all fell dead.
He looked at Yun Rong with utmost seriousness and asked, “What is your name?”
Yun Rong, seemingly puzzled, looked at the sword in his hand and responded, “Tianxi Sword Sect, Yun Rong.
The child burst into laughter, unable to hide the joyful emotion twinkling in his eyes: “I am your ancestor!”
Yun Rong was initially taken aback, then seriously examined him for a long while, because of the confusion, her beautifully arched eyebrows slowly relaxed, she smiled gently and asked, “Ancestor, is there any roasted venison left?”
This address of ‘ancestor,’ due to the child’s overly youthful and adorable appearance, was uttered not so seriously, lacking reverence.
Inside the room, a pair of bright-cut twin eyes suddenly opened wide, and the cold extinguished wick from last night lightly ‘clicked’ and reignited like kindling.
The girl lying between her legs, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, appeared to have been enduring some kind of unbearable pain all night long, her cheek-side blue-black hair soaked with sweat, her clenched teeth slowly unclenched on her pale lips, Fang Geyu asked, “What’s wrong?”
Yun Rong’s slender, exquisite fingers rested over the girl’s delicate spine, her fingertips brimming with Sword Intent.
Upon the smooth skin, threads of bright red veins moved about incessantly, attempting to occupy and erode towards her Bai Hui acupoint, the tangible form of the frightful consciousness of the Evil God.
Undoubtedly, the corrupted breath from the transformation of the great snake became the best nourishment for the Evil God’s growth.
The Sacrificial Abyss Evil God, which initially only resided within the sword body, had now tightly attached itself within Fang Geyu’s flesh and soul.
At this moment, Fang Geyu and the Sacrificial Abyss were like clear water and thick ink, completely fused, no longer separable.
Yun Rong spent the entire night only managing to place three sword seals on her, temporarily delaying the consciousness erosion of the Evil God.