Primordial Divine Emperor

Chapter 591 - 260: Nangong Jianchen’s Tone, the Demoness’s Title

Boom—!!!

The Sword Qi descended like a thunderbolt, under the gaze of endless righteous and demonic cultivators, crashing towards Yunmo Wentuo.

Accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, the terrifying Sword Qi instantly engulfed the latter. Even though this world-renowned figure, known as the foremost beneath the Demoness of the Demon Sword Sect, resisted desperately, he was still cut down by a single sword, unable to withstand the heavy force of the Sword Qi, suddenly shooting downward.

At this moment, Yunmo Wentuo felt as if struck by millions of tons of boulders, and upon touching the Sword Qi, his entire body uncontrollably plummeted downward into the endless mountains and rivers, coughing up blood.

However, Yunmo Wentuo wasn’t given a chance to react, nor were the countless righteous and demonic cultivators.

Whoosh—!!!

Ye Xiaofan, who cast down the sword, instantly shattered the void, almost disappearing on the spot. When he appeared again, he had already stomped downward.

Boom—!!!

Another loud explosion erupted, as the figure wielding the combined sword heavily stomped Yunmo Wentuo’s chest, pinning him firmly in the high sky, leaving no possibility for him to fall.

With this stomp, Yunmo Wentuo abruptly spewed the greatest mouthful of blood of his life, his eyes turning dim and lifeless, barely hanging on, yet mixed with endless fear and shock.

"Ye Xiaofan, have mercy!"

Yunmo Xi watched the scene, shouting urgently, five fingers spread, trying to stop whatever it was, fearing it was too late, and spoke out in hopes that the figure would cease the Ancient Sword.

At this moment, Ye Xiaofan stood atop Yunmo Wentuo, his expression as calm as water, slowly raising his gaze, looking toward Yunmo Xi.

For a moment, countless cultivators breathed heavily, gasping, their hearts in their throats.

The sudden scene caught everyone off guard. From everyone’s perspective, Ye Xiaofan was a dead end, if not for Yunmo Xi’s forceful intervention saving him, the man might already be dead.

Thus, in some sense, the current endless Dominator Level power of the demonic sects served as his ’backing’, one of the few forces the Sword Saint’s heir could rely on.

However, just as the situation stabilized, the figure suddenly struck Yunmo Wentuo with a sword, undoubtedly enraging the people of the demonic sects—what kind of daring spirit did he have to act against the world like this?

While countless cultivators from both righteous and demonic were utterly stunned at the same time, Yunmo Xi saw the other looking at her, and hurriedly seized this opportunity that might vanish in an instant and spoke.

"Ye Xiaofan, I don’t know what Yunmo Wentuo did to provoke such a killing intent, but now he has paid a sufficient, painful price. Could you spare him a life?"

Yunmo Wentuo was now barely clinging to life, severely injured like never before. Even if revived, he would likely be a cripple.

Hence, Yunmo Xi, ignorant of the cause, believed that with her pressure and identity as a Demoness, yunmo Wentuo’s survival wasn’t difficult to ensure.

As Yunmo Xi spoke, countless astonishing demonic figures also voiced out, yet mostly threatening.

However, facing the words of Yunmo Xi and the countless demonic figures, Ye Xiaofan silently watched Yunmo Xi, his determination unshakable, lifting the combined sword high, gripping the hilt with both hands, his gaze unwavering as he thrust the sword forward, straight into Yunmo Wentuo’s chest.

Poof—!!!

"Uh—!!!"

The Ancient Sword pierced the heart, the latter let out a muffled groan, eyes full of unwillingness, life rapidly dissipating, ultimately falling toward the endless void below.

Until his fall, Yunmo Wentuo never understood whose reverse scale he had touched. If Jiang Changqing had merely fallen by his hand, it might not have triggered the killing intention of the Sword Technique, but his mistake was using Jiang Changqing as bait to set a trap and making that familiar figure endure unimaginable torture.

Watching Yunmo Wentuo gradually fall, Yunmo Xi’s outstretched hand slowly lowered, her beautiful eyes closing reluctantly, sighing helplessly.

However, countless astonishing demonic figures instantly erupted into agitation, their killing intent soaring.

"Kill him!"

"Slay this man, avenge Brother Wentuo!"

"Ye Xiaofan, give your life!"

"Such arrogance, I will personally destroy you."

Rumble—!!!

Countless strong figures of the Demon Sword Sect flew into a rage, their power as vast as the ocean boiling the heavens, all halted by Yunmo Xi’s raised hand.

"Demoness...?"

"Mo Xi, let me kill him, let me avenge Brother Wentuo."

"Young Hall Master, this person killed my demonic peer in front of us, how can he be allowed to live?"

Seeing their Demoness intervening, countless terrifying demonic strong men were infuriated, veins bulging, for that figure was originally an enemy of the demonic sects, having already formed numerous vendettas with them, be it the ten-thousand-man siege before the Floating Divine Hall or the joint siege at the Blood Forest Sea. Demonic cultivators who died under his sword were countless.

This is reality. Even though Yunmo Xi’s thoughts have changed drastically, the proportion of demonic sects wanting the Sword Saint’s heir dead is no less than at the Righteous Sect.

Many strongmen desired to personally slay that figure, especially friends and relatives of those who attempted to kill Ye Xiaofan but were instead killed by him, each wanting to tear that figure limb from limb.