Chapter 270.2: I Am Them
The president was startled by Qi Yuan’s sinister smile. For a moment, he felt as if the thirty-six pig slaves were also grinning at him in the same way. An inexplicable fear rose in his heart. It was fear of the unknown.
He roared desperately, "Four Heaven-Conquering Generals. Attack! Kill him!"
Only those four could give him some sense of safety. They launched endless destruction and death on Qi Yuan. Each had once been a peerless powerhouse destined to reach Yang Spirit level. Yet they had died resisting the Great Calamity. Even in death, their corpses were desecrated and turned into puppets.
Qi Yuan remained calm. "With this sword, I will armor the four of you."
The wind stirred. One sword strike. A blood-red light cut through the world, dying the entire valley crimson. The generals stiffened as blood-red armor covered them.
With the blood-red sword in hand, Qi Yuan was reminiscent of a god of slaughter. "Some people do not deserve to die with clothes on."
He struck again. The strike roared across heaven and earth. The over twenty Venerables who had mocked Qi Yuan had their clothes shredded, cracks appearing across their bodies.
Even the president could not avoid it, his eyes filled with terror. "What are you?"
For living beings, the unknown inspires awe. Everything about the Blood-Clothed Sword God exceeded his understanding. What kind of domain was this? What kind of strike was that? As if that wasn’t enough, he could faintly feel that the four Mythic puppets were slipping beyond his control.
Still, Qi Yuan paid no heed to him. Slash after slash descended. His domain spread further and further into the domains of the four generals.
The president screamed, "Stop him! Destroy him!"
Yet against Qi Yuan's devouring, the generals' domains were akin to a sitting duck.
The president was terrified. He suddenly remembered Qi Yuan's words, "I am them."
A horrifying thought arose. Could it be that the Blood-Clothed Sword God is a collection of the remnant souls of these fallen warriors?
Numerous thoughts flooded his mind. He would never know that Qi Yuan's miniature domain was the collection of the Three Pure Ones, the union of the Innate Souls, as well as the combining of the Devouring Origin Physique. These were three terrifying elements, each capable of shocking a Yang Spirit.
The president trembled. "No... If the Great Calamity can kill you once, it can kill you again!"
The pig slaves in his control were resisting less and less! Qi Yuan's domain kept devouring. It was truly the definition of a one-sided battle. At this rate, defeat was inevitable. Hence the president invoked the Great Calamity, hoping to intimidate Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan said calmly, "That's funny. Do you think I grew up drinking Yakulk? I'm not that easy to scare. Forget the Great Calamity, I'll go personally and wipe out even the Taihuang Palace behind it!"
Whether below heaven or above, who cared where the enemy was? Once he killed the Calamity, he would head straight to Taihuang Palace and destroy its nest.
Within a few dozen breaths, Qi Yuan's domain devoured all the others. The puppets lost their combat ability.
The president could not endure anymore. "Spare me! I will give you the method to control these puppets! Then you will have four Mythic servants and thirty-six Great Venerables!"
Of course he did not actually possess such a method, he was merely stalling to survive.
Qi Yuan glanced at the puppets with a complicated gaze. "These seniors refused to remain trapped in the Canglan World and fought for their freedom. After death, how could I control their corpses and deny them peace?"
As a lawful good, he simply could not do such a thing.
The president did not understand Qi Yuan at all. He only thought that Qi Yuan was hypocritical or foolish, abandoning such enormous benefits for reputation.
Still, he hurriedly said, "If Senior refuses to control these pig slaves, I will serve as your hand and control them for you!"
If it meant to survive, he could abandon all dignity. Besides, the Blood-Clothed Sword God was probably another fame-seeker. The president could always do the dirty work.
"Killing you would dirty my hands," Qi Yuan said with disgust.
The president's face lit up with hope.
Then, Qi Yuan's cold voice followed. "Fortunately, I wash my hands every day."
The blood-red sword tore across the sky of Wind Thunder Valley.
None of the puppets offered any resistance, letting the president suffer the blow. Meanwhile, the Venerables of the Secluded Heaven fled in panic. Still, how could they hope to outrun Qi Yuan's sword or the spread of his domain? They perished silently within his domain.
Qi Yuan pierced his sword straight through the president. "Your domain is too filthy. I can't be bothered to devour it. Better to just stir it apart with a sword."
He twisted the blade clockwise, then counter-clockwise, as though stirring the man's intestines.
The president's body shattered instantly. His face still held disbelief, unable to comprehend why Qi Yuan abandoned such great profit just to kill him.
In a single breath, all the Yin Spirits of the Secluded Heaven died at Qi Yuan's hands.
With a complicated gaze, Qi Yuan addressed the thirty-six Great Venerables and the four Mythic warriors, "Qi Yuan of Divine Radiance Sect, today I will send Seniors off on your final journey."
With one slash, heaven and earth turned blood-red, as if the world itself was bleeding and weeping.
The puppets did not move, allowing the sword to fall.
Crack.
Their bodies shattered. Forty mighty warriors finally disappeared. Dust returned to dust. Earth returned to earth. All vanished within Canglan.
Qi Yuan's gaze deepened as he murmured, "Now that their domains have become part of mine... Doesn't that mean that when I kill the Great Calamity, I'm avenging myself?"
That barely made any sense, especially when these fallen warriors could not become Nascent Souls like his people. Thinking of this, Qi Yuan smiled. He was really busy. Not only did he have to attend his own funeral feast, but he also had to avenge himself.
