Chapter 504: Chapter 504: Want to Kill Me? Go Die
Two strikes. In an instant, he had slain two Daoist Ancestors of the Sword Ancestor Realm. And they were ancient Daoist Ancestors of the Dragon Race!
Long Qinyu’s bloodcurdling scream still reverberated through the air. The scene stunned everyone, sending a chill down their spines.
’Just who was this person?’
So savage and vicious, so cold and decisive, so powerful he defied the very heavens!
Meanwhile, Ye Tianling remained expressionless, holding the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword and pointing it forward.
Ahead of him lay the Dragon Race’s territory, where Long Zaiyan of the Bloodthirsty Black Dragon Clan stood.
Long Zaiyan’s expression was hideous; his face was a mask of rage and hatred.
"Who are you? Who in the hell are you? For someone so powerful to bully the weak—do you think our Dragon Race has no Saints?"
Long Zaiyan fought against the immense pressure, unable to stop himself from roaring in fury.
Ye Tianling said nothing. The sword in his hand simply struck out once more.
It was the same kind of strike as before.
It was just as simple and unadorned.
But in an instant, this strike once again drained all color from the world.
The world grew dim, as if the sun and moon themselves had gone dark.
As the sword moved, it seemed to pierce through Space-Time itself. A bloody light bloomed, and Long Zaiyan was run through between the eyes.
The strike seemed to manifest the Dao Marks of both speed and slowness. It didn’t look fast, but by the time the Sword Dao manifested and the blade’s light appeared, Long Zaiyan was already bleeding.
With a single strike, Long Zaiyan was run clean through. He died without so much as a scream, impaled upon the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword.
The Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword remained in Ye Tianling’s hand, still held aloft, still pointing forward.
Ahead stood Long Zhanshao of the Tribulation Fire Golden Dragon clan and Long Qingque of the Silent Extinction Purple Dragon clan.
Long Zaiyan’s corpse hung from the sword.
Long Zaiyan hadn’t been able to withstand a single blow. His death was utterly wretched.
His pupils had contracted, his eyes bulging from their sockets. Even in death, it seemed he didn’t realize he had been killed.
Ye Tianling’s sword seemed to carry the weight of an entire World, making it impossibly heavy.
He continued to walk forward, Long Zaiyan’s mangled corpse still hanging from his sword.
Every step he took landed like a blow upon the body and soul of every person present, crushing them with a terrifying pressure.
Even proud figures like Long Zhanshao and Long Qingque were drenched in cold sweat. Their minds felt ready to shatter, their Dao Hearts on the verge of collapse.
The pressure was simply too immense.
Ye Tianling walked up to Long Zhanshao and Long Qingque, then gave his sword a shake.
"SPLAT—"
Long Zaiyan’s corpse exploded into a mist of gore and dust.
A shower of blood and viscera splattered onto Long Zhanshao and Long Qingque, leaving the two of them looking utterly wretched.
But neither of them dared to move a muscle. They didn’t dare raise a hand to wipe it off, nor did they dare clean the foul bloodstains from their bodies.
It was a provocation as direct as a slap to the face.
Yet Long Qingque and Long Zhanshao didn’t dare to respond or make any sudden moves.
They knew that the slightest movement would mean certain death.
"Who... who in the hell are you? What... what deep-seated hatred do you have for the Dragon Race?"
Long Zhanshao’s voice trembled, his face deathly pale.
He had summoned every ounce of his courage, but his voice came out pathetically weak.
"To make an enemy of the Dragon Race... for a mere Ancient Fairy... Is it worth it?"
Long Qingque’s voice was also trembling, shaking uncontrollably.
"Who am I? Weren’t you just telling me to come and slaughter the Dragon Race again? Now, I’m here to grant your wish."
His words caused an uproar.
"It’s him!"
"The Celestial Secret Divine Son!"
"It really is!"
"No wonder! It’s really him! He’s still just as powerful! Killing Sword Ancestors as if they were dogs, all while in the Void Realm!"
"How terrifying!"
"He was here the whole time, with the Kong Daoxi Goddess of the Immortal Phoenix Peacock Lineage and her group. I never would have guessed..."
"I should have known! That’s his Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword!"
"The Celestial Secret Divine Son... he’s finally come out. Why do I feel like crying?"
"This is so exciting! The Human Race has a genius of our own!"
"All of you who said the Celestial Secret Divine Son’s era was over, I dare you to step forward and say it again!"
"The invincible myth plays out once more; the peerless legend has returned."
...
The atmosphere in the crowd, once deathly silent, instantly became electric.
Many of the Human Race Cultivators couldn’t help but gasp in amazement and excitement.
Some Human Race Cultivators even jumped to their feet, desperate to let out a triumphant roar.
They weren’t Ye Tianling, but upon confirming that it was he who had slain the Sword Ancestors, they were even happier than he was.
"Master!"
Although Ancient Fairy had already sensed his presence, she hadn’t dared to believe it.
Now, hearing Ye Tianling admit it himself, she was so excited she wanted to throw herself into his arms right that second.
As for Que De, Wan Jimie, and the others, they were all relieved and so excited they could hardly contain themselves.
Wan Xuegui and Que Xinyan’s eyes were wide with disbelief, yet they also felt an unbearable surge of excitement.
Who else in this world could achieve such a feat?
In the past, there had only ever been one Ye Tianling.
And in the future, there would only be this one Ye Tianling!
"That overwhelming Demonic Qi... he’s a true Demon! But to undergo Demonization for the sake of protecting others—that’s the true Celestial Secret Divine Son!"
"That’s right, we should have realized it sooner!"
"Actually, many Cultivators had already recognized him but didn’t dare to believe it. After all, the rules of this new World are just too terrifying."
"No matter how terrifying the rules are, the Celestial Secret Divine Son will break them anyway! Otherwise, would he even be the Celestial Secret Divine Son?"
"You bunch of crawling insects, you mongrels, you see that? Weren’t you all saying our Human Race’s Celestial Secret Divine Son was a pushover? Saying he couldn’t compare to the Peacock Divine Son, Kong Lindao? Well, go on! Call your Peacock Divine Son over here! Let’s see them fight!"
"Yeah! What’s the matter, cat got your tongue? Why the long faces, like your mothers just died? Go on, you motherfuckers, keep running your mouths! Where’s all that arrogance now?"
...
At that moment, the many Human Race Cultivators who had been swallowing their anger for so long were finally unleashed. As if completely vindicated, they became utterly defiant.
The feelings of vindication and bringing honor to their ancestors probably couldn’t compare to the pure, unadulterated joy they were feeling right now.
At the same time, their sense of pride surged to its absolute peak.
"Ye Tianling!"
A terrifying light glinted in Long Zhanshao’s eyes, and his face twisted into a grotesque mask.
He spat out Ye Tianling’s name, one syllable at a time.
"Yes, that’s me," Ye Tianling said calmly. "But there’s no need to shout. You have about three breaths left. If you have any last words, say them now."
"You want to kill me? Go to hell!"
Long Zhanshao went berserk, instantly manifesting his battle form and unleashing the full might of his Ancestral Dao Battle Power.
But it was utterly useless.
Ye Tianling barely seemed to move. He simply pushed the sword in his hand forward.
"WHOOSH—"
The Void darkened.
A terrifying killing intent instantly pervaded the area, raging between heaven and earth.
"PFFT—"
Before Long Zhanshao’s domineering, invincible Battle Power could even fully manifest, he was run through by the sword.
The berserk Energy in his body erupted outwards, as if he were self-destructing.
