Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable

"No—"

Yao Yusu shrieked and roared madly, her voice incomparably mournful.

Her sharp cries even formed terrifyingly powerful sonic shockwaves.

BOOM—

A Nine Source Sword Saint had gone berserk. The violent Power of Laws in her voice was nothing short of a world-ending catastrophe!

Long Fengyang and the other three had already been scared to their knees. Now, struck by a voice imbued with the Holy Dao, it was as if they were caught in a storm of Destruction. They were sent flying as their bodies were blasted apart again and again.

Even the Dragon Race’s Guardian Dao Ancestor was sent flying, blood streaming from his wounds.

The sound of these terrifying, crazed roars traveled for a full ten thousand meters.

Like a destructive tidal wave or a mushroom cloud exploding madly, it evolved into nine-layered cascading waves that ravaged the surroundings.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Many of the True Disciples who were slow to retreat, along with some of the weaker members of the Dragon Race, were met with a destructive slaughter.

Geysers of blood erupted as one Soul after another was violently shattered, turning into a mist of blood and dust.

The scene was too tragic to behold.

Countless Saint Masters, utterly aghast, unleashed power that was near the level of the Holy Dao to protect everyone.

By now, the shackles of the Holy Dao Killing Array had long since been smashed to pieces, disintegrating completely and exploding outward.

The entire Ancient Cyan Dragon Warfield had been reduced to a complete ruin, with rivers of blood flowing everywhere.

The scene was absolutely heart-stopping, far too horrifying.

The Saint Masters who had flown a thousand li away to watch from the Void, gasping in shock, now had extremely pale faces.

Even Saint Masters as powerful as Qitian Dao, Wan Linmo, and the Jiuli Saint Master—Quasi-Sword Saint Level experts on the verge of becoming true Sword Saints—were horrified. They felt a chill run down their spines, their hearts trembling.

"What—what is happening? This is too terrifying!"

"A Nine Source Sword Saint’s madness is this frightening?"

"We were lucky to get away fast. Otherwise, even if we weren’t dead, we’d be in a miserable state!"

"You should be thankful Ye Tianling hasn’t made a move yet. He’s undergone Demonization! A peerless Celestial Secret Divine Son of his generation, turned into a Demon... all his thoughts turned to ash, Breaking Dao to become a Demon..."

"Thinking back, the Celestial Secret Divine Son said before that it was the Dragon Race’s honor that he didn’t attack. Back then, so many people thought it was a joke!"

"A joke? I doubt anyone is laughing now, are they?"

"What a pity. After Demonization, all his potential—his Celestial Secret, Qi Fortune, and even his Life Chart—will eventually face Silent Extinction. The Celestial Secret Divine Son rose to prominence in half a year, his fame from a single battle echoing through the ages. But after this, he will fall completely."

"He is burning his heart, his blood, and all of his Emotions."

"Extreme in his passion for the Dao, extreme in his Dao of passion. His Emotions ran deep. But because they were so deep, his Demonization after their destruction is also terrifying!"

"The Dragon Race... they had it coming!"

"Serves them right! It’ll be satisfying when they’re all dead!"

"No matter how many of them die, it won’t make up for our losses! Our Celestial Moon Sword Sect lost seventy-three True Disciples, all of them killed by a single roar from Yao Yusu."

"Our No-Life Ancestral Land lost thirty-one True Disciples and two Candidate Saintesses. Heh, the Dragon Race? From now on, the No-Life Ancestral Land will sever all ties with those beasts."

"The Jiuli Race lost one Candidate Saint Child and seven True Disciples."

"My Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Land lost thirteen True Disciples."

"Eight True Disciples."

"One hundred and thirty-one True Disciples."

"Twenty-seven True Disciples."

...

After the initial discussions, venting, and complaints, the Saint Masters of the Thirty-Six Holy Lands, Seventy-two Ancestral Lands, and 137 Major Sects began to report their losses to one another.

The total number of Disciples added up to more than two thousand seven hundred!

This figure was far too shocking and heartbreaking.

Everyone’s expression was exceptionally grim.

Still, after sending away the weaker True Disciples, they left only the Saint Sons and Saintesses behind.

It was dangerous, but they wanted to see the conclusion of this battle, this incident—even though in the end, Ye Tianling would eventually exhaust his bloodline and undergo complete Transformation Dao...

The number of people at the scene plummeted, and now, no one spoke.

The Saint Masters, Saint Sons, and Saintesses all held their breath, their gazes locked on the distant battle.

...

The horrifying mix of Laws and sonic waves continuously battered Ye Tianling.

The blood-red fur covering his body floated and flowed gently.

It was like long hair drifting gently in the water of a lake.

But with this seemingly ordinary, gentle ripple, all the sonic attacks were directly reflected.

The sonic waves themselves were not what was frightening.

What was frightening was the unimaginable terror of the Energy released when the Laws within the reflected sonic waves erupted.

One wave was reflected, and the Void shattered. In the distance, a mist of blood exploded.

Another sonic wave imbued with Law descended and was reflected. In the distance, some of the candidates for Saint Son and Saintess had their bodies explode, dying tragically on the spot.

That’s right—no one knew that those deaths and injuries were actually caused by Ye Tianling.

He himself did not know.

He would never know.

’I know only that I am miserable.’

’Therefore, everyone in the world must be miserable with me! Even more miserable than me!’

Yao Yusu was still in a frenzy. A rampaging Nine Source Sword Saint had enough power to destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth.

But so what?

Ye Tianling chewed on Ye Cangqian, bite by bite.

As he kept eating, Ye Cangqian could actually regenerate parts of his body from time to time!

But his regeneration was not as fast as Ye Tianling’s Devouring.

He tore off a frog-like leg with one hand, chewing and devouring it with his Blood Demon Fangs.

Then he tore off a frog-like head with his other hand and chewed on that as well.

No matter how Yao Yusu attacked, she could not get close.

She could only shriek and roar madly as she watched Ye Cangqian revert to his true form—a Taotie Fierce Beast—and be eaten alive, bite by agonizing bite!

"AHHH—"

Seeing Ye Tianling devour the very last piece of the Taotie’s hide, Yao Yusu’s eyes began to bleed.

She burned her Fierce Soul and her Saint Origin, fusing her Ninth Layer Laws into one. It was like she was undergoing Transformation Dao herself as she unleashed an incomparably frenzied attack!

This attack was so powerful it was as if she had stepped into the realm of ’Gods’.

But even so, what did it matter?

Her strike, powerful enough to shatter the barriers of Space and imbued with the Divine Dao, struck Ye Tianling in the chest.

The blood-red fur on his chest was torn open.

But it only pierced less than three centimeters deep before it could go no further.

It couldn’t even injure the skin of his Demon Heart Sword Body.

The Great Success Emperor’s Qi Sword Body... just how strong was it?

Other than the Little Dragon Girl, no one knew.

"Now, it’s your turn!"

"This time, no one will escape! The entire world will be buried with them!"

Ye Tianling’s voice was very soft.

It held no emotion whatsoever.

Neither cold nor warm, it was completely devoid of feeling.

But it was precisely this kind of voice that drove people into utter despair.

A Saint, burning her Ninth Layers of Origin Law for an attack comparable to the Battle Power of a Half-step Sword God, couldn’t even scratch Ye Tianling’s skin!

Could anything be more despair-inducing than this?

And Ye Tianling’s words finally caused a look of sorrow to appear in the eyes of Duan Jiutian, who was watching everything silently from a distance.

As for Long Wudao, Long Fengyang, and the others, they were so filled with regret that their insides twisted, and so terrified their Souls were suffocating and trembling.

But what could they do?

It was too late.

Everything was too late.

The chaos of the Celestial Demon Blood Domain?

Now, compared to the Demon before them, everyone realized that the chaos of the Celestial Demon Blood Domain couldn’t possibly compare to this Celestial Secret Divine Son who had undergone Entering Demon.

After Ye Tianling spoke, his hand simply reached out and grabbed.

BOOM—

No matter how Yao Yusu struggled, roared, thrashed, or what techniques she used, she could not break free.

PSHH—

The Space tore open piece by piece, and currents of Void Turbulence flowed out.

Yao Yusu was dragged over directly, her neck caught in Ye Tianling’s grasp as he lifted her into the air.