113: Chapter 013 Massacre!_2 113: Chapter 013 Massacre!_2 “The power is indeed no longer limited to merely deriving the Xingyi Swordsmanship from lineage alone,” Zhou Yan mused to himself, “but with the strength of my soul, I can only strike thrice in succession before some of my soul energy begins to deplete…

yet, this serves as an excellent method for training the soul.”

This ancient Sword Intent, the Nine Concealing Souls Fusion Dao, was indeed extremely terrifying, targeting the soul specifically!

Within moments, all this had transpired in his mind.

Though the elder and younger cultivators were grievously wounded, the Sword Soul still fiercely attacked.

However, Zhou Yan paid it no heed.

As the terrifying blood-colored Sword Soul, ghastly as a ghost, struck, Zhou Yan immediately burst open the space between his brows and released a huge surge of Thunderflame Aura instantaneously!

Zhou Yan didn’t know if it would be effective, but he was confident that such a thing, carrying both the terrifying vitality energy and the aura of heavenly tribulation, would surely be the nemesis of this evil aura.

This had also been completely confirmed in a previous battle.

Even though the blood-colored Sword Soul and the black aura seemed different, their nature was nearly identical.

Indeed, the blood-colored Sword Soul engulfed in purple, began to convulse violently in an instant!

At the same time, a heart-wrenching scream tore through the sky.

Even Zhou Yan felt as if his blood was turning to cold ice at the terrifying sound!

It was a tremendous, chillingly evil aura emanating from within the Sword Soul.

It caused the Broken Worry Sword at Zhou Yan’s waist to momentarily freeze as if seizing up!

Shocked, Zhou Yan fervently spurred the Purple Flame Burning at his brow, but to no avail, the flame remained still!

At that moment, Zhou Yan felt a burst of anger and, as if to abandon the Purple Flame, his body instinctively drew close to the struggling blood-colored Sword Soul!

Just then, as if mad, the Sword Soul lunged at Zhou Yan, clawing and biting; its appearance ghastly enough to make one’s scalp tingle, sending chills down the spine and coldness coursing through the body.

At that moment, the Purple Flame suddenly moved.

A burst of flame swept out, manifesting like a mutant beast from the Void, then in one gulp, it suddenly swallowed the ghostly blood-colored Sword Soul!

The Ghost Baby screamed horribly but was quickly annihilated!

Zhou Yan felt a vast wave of energy, inexplicably clear as water, spreading throughout the space between his brows.

The chill and rage in his heart were suddenly washed away by this rainwater-like clarity.

Simultaneously, as the Sword Soul was destroyed, the black-robed elder screamed continuously, his body exploding in a blur of flesh and flowing blood.

He screamed and howled madly, driving boundless furious Sword Intent energy.

With blood-red eyes, he charged desperately at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan, in turn, roared loudly, powering the Broken Worry Sword and his own blood energy, constantly alternating between True·Canglong Swordsmanship and True·Hawk Swordsmanship in the frenzied battle with the elder.

Between heaven and earth, the Sword Intent exploded and energy soared.

The black-robed elder’s Sword Soul was shattered, and now, barely sustained by secret techniques, how could he withstand a full battle with Zhou Yan, bursting with vigor?

In no time, his body was thoroughly battered and in utter disarray.

“Ahhh—”

The black-robed elder screamed frantically and ran away in disgrace, but Zhou Yan showed no mercy.

Sword strike after sword strike, he continuously attacked the elder’s robe, already riddled with numerous holes yet still astonishingly defensive.

Had it not been for the unknown robe’s powerful protective capability, the elder would have already perished under the Xingyi Swordsmanship.

In this void, the elder’s fearsome voice gradually faded, the terrifying Sword Intent and Wilderness Sword Heart of Xingyi Swordsmanship supremely invincible!

Even though the elder’s combat armor was impressively defensive and his battle experience was rich, he was steadily forced back!

Zhou Yan fought passionately, striking continuously with True·Desolate Dragon Swordsmanship, alternating these three sword techniques under such furious and terrifying swordsmanship.

The elder’s black Spirit Armor was battered like a sieve, his bones completely penetrated by the Broken Worry Sword, and blood flowed everywhere.

With such heavy blows, the elder was left entirely powerless in combat, lacking the Sword Soul, and his secret techniques couldn’t last even for a moment.

Instinctively, Zhou Yan combined two moves of the Xingyi Dragon Form Swordsmanship into one, launching a sudden deadly strike.

“Shoo shoo—”

Two sky-breaking sounds arose, and afterward, two beams of Sword Light ruthlessly penetrated through the heads of the old man and the still violently twitching, agonizingly pained man in green Spirit Armor.

“Puff puff—”

Two earsplitting sounds of heads bursting suddenly manifested, Zhou Yan’s strike this time was infused with Purple Flame, causing the soul aura of both individuals to face annihilation!

Zhou Yan was determined to completely annihilate both individuals, ensuring their souls wouldn’t possibly have the chance of resurrection!

This battle, from start to finish, Zhou Yan hadn’t paid the slightest attention to the previously haughty, beautiful woman in white.

The Li Family, he had already disliked them, and this woman too was haughty and unreachable, no different from Feng Lingqing.

He actually felt some disdain in his heart.

Thus, he merely reached out and collected the Qiankun Rings from all three individuals.

At the same time, he also gathered the Spirit Armor Fragments of the black-clad elder.

After completing these tasks, his hand slightly moved, and the Broken Worry Sword obediently flew back, landing in his grasp.

The dark, frigid halo of Broken Worry Sword circulated, yet it was exceedingly pure; in such a desolate and remote place, it appeared extremely terrifying.

However, with a move of Zhou Yan’s hand, the Broken Worry Sword was already strapped at his waist, and then he simply walked away step by step.

From beginning to end, he had never glanced back at the woman in white again.

The stunned woman in white suddenly came back to her senses, her delicate body trembling, looking at the blood and flesh on the ground, which was incredibly hard to believe.

It seemed that she had never imagined that a Cultivator of the Sword Heart Third Layer Heaven, whom in her eyes as a beginner of the Sword Soul First Layer Heaven could be killed with a flick of a finger, possessed such invincible might!

She was shocked in her heart, yet somewhat surprised.

After this moment of rest, she felt her injuries had somewhat recovered, and under hesitation, she immediately followed in Zhou Yan’s departing direction.

“Sir…

please…

please wait.”

The woman in white felt uncertain and somewhat frightened, but her principles drove her to muster the courage to express gratitude.

But the young man ahead seemed to entirely not have heard her words, completely ignoring her.

“Sir, I am Qi Meng of the Li Family, a True Disciple of the third generation.

Your act of saving my life is something I will never forget.”

The woman in white, Qi Meng, quickly caught up and stood beside Zhou Yan, her tone hesitant yet respectful.

Zhou Yan’s advancing figure suddenly halted, turning around to give the woman in white a detailed look.

A hint of murderous intent seemingly flickered in his eyes, making the face of the woman in white turn pale, and she instinctively took a few steps back.

“Heh heh, Li Family…”

Zhou Yan appeared to sneer slightly, his gaze becoming a bit complex, which unsettled Qi Meng’s heart.

“Sir, previously I underestimated your cultivation, but I genuinely harbored no intentions to bring disaster upon you.

If this has displeased you, I am willing to sincerely kneel to show my sincerity and apology, and to truly thank you for saving my life.”

Qi Meng’s voice trembled; frustration was visible on her face.

Previously, when Zhou Yan flashed with killing intent, she had sensed it.

But with her strength, there was truly no hope of escaping.

Keep in mind, the three from the Wangchuan Mansion’s Ji Family were slaughtered effortlessly by this individual like mowing the lawn; how could she contend?

Moreover, having fled all this way, she had suffered severe losses, and now with her injuries, she was even less capable of opposing this terrifying figure.

If he intended to kill her, she had absolutely no means of escape.

Now trapped in a dangerous place, within Ancient Tomb Mountain filled with crises, being injured as she was, death was more or less already a certain outcome.

She had originally thought she had a hope to live on, but now upon careful consideration, she realized she truly had no way out, hence she felt a sense of “All Hope Lost.”