Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable-Chapter 195: Condemned by a Thousand, Despised by Ten Thousand

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Condemned by a Thousand, Despised by Ten Thousand

"You’re courting death!"

Long Fengyang struck. A monstrous wave of Half-step Holy Dao power erupted, threatening to shatter the very heavens!

BOOM—

Long Fengyang unleashed the power of the Sword Ancestor’s Supreme Dao Infinite and took a step forward.

Nine streams of the Power of Reincarnation gathered with endless Great Dao Runes. One by one, Celestial Dao Illusions seemed to manifest as blood-colored, murderous fiends, appearing within the Void.

They lined up side-by-side, forming a blood-colored Slaughter Holy Sword of the Holy Dao that was terrifying beyond compare.

Gods and demons seemed to roar and shriek from the blood-colored Slaughter Holy Sword as it shot toward Ye Tianling in an instant, propelled by an intensely malevolent Force Qi.

Ye Tianling’s fist moved slowly, lightly, as if it held no world-shaking, magnificent power.

Aside from being augmented by the phantom of the Blood-Colored Crescent Moon, there seemed to be nothing else unusual about it.

But Ye Tianling was imbued with a conviction of invincibility, a supremely unyielding will.

’So long as my consciousness remains, I am immortal!’

’Before me, there are no enemies; I alone am supreme!’

The punch Ye Tianling threw gathered the supreme will of his Strong Heart and Blood Demon’s Heart. Resonating with the crescent moon in the sky, it was as if he had ascended to a state of Divinity.

The state he had been in when he killed Long Tianxiao seemed to have suddenly returned.

Ye Tianling’s Blood Qi raged like a storm. The power of his Fist Intent shook the Void, as if it could shatter the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.

Waves of a similar Blood Qi spread out, but this one was suffused with the terrifying auras of the Huaxia Divine Dragon and Chaos Creation.

His punch flew out, colliding directly with the god-and-demon-like sword of Holy Dao slaughter.

BOOM—

Ye Tianling’s body didn’t move an inch, standing firm like a great mountain.

Although the phantom of the Blood-Colored Crescent Moon shattered and dispersed under the force of that punch...

...at the same time, the terrifying illusion of gods and demons from Long Fengyang’s attack was also instantly pulverized.

The lingering power of Ye Tianling’s Fist Intent continued unabated, striking Long Fengyang fiercely in the chest.

CRACK—

Large patches of skin on Long Fengyang’s chest split open. Terrifying gouts of Qi Blood sprayed out as multicolored Energy exploded, turning into a bloody mist.

However, the power of the punch stopped there, unable to press the advantage.

BOOM—

Long Fengyang’s body shuddered. He spat out blood as numerous terrifying wounds cracked open, spreading out from his chest.

He had thought that with a single slash, the ant-like Ye Tianling would be instantly turned to ash.

He had thought that this time, not even Long Tianmo would have a chance to intervene and help.

Yet his opponent had actually chosen to use his fist to block his sword of Half-step Holy Dao slaughter, and even clash with it head-on.

Before he struck, he had been utterly disdainful, his contempt absolute. He believed Ye Tianling was overestimating his own abilities, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

But the result was brutal!

His physical body was nearly blown apart by a single punch—if the Guardian Power of the Half-step Holy Dao within him hadn’t been perfectly integrated with his flesh, that one fist would have utterly destroyed his body and even wounded his Soul!

Long Fengyang’s eyes turned blood-red. His Qi Blood raged violently as the Hidden Dragon Shackles within him suddenly and completely erupted.

"Damn it!"

He seethed with rage. To lose the advantage in a single exchange with the crippled experiment he despised the most was unacceptable to him!

Long Fengyang was the Saint Master of the Dragon Race, the Dragon Emperor of the Cyan Dragon Race!

Unlike ordinary Cultivators, he possessed a genuine Supreme Will and an imposing air of invincibility. This will and air drove him to charge at Ye Tianling to kill again.

"Panhuang Life and Death—Killing Dao!"

Ye Tianling closed his eyes, not even looking at Long Fengyang’s attack, and unleashed another form of the Killing Dao.

Using the Panhuang Life and Death Killing Dao, he manifested his second Slaughter Fist.

He threw another punch, and it was as if the Void was being annihilated, the Power of Creation was collapsing, and Space-Time itself was being destroyed.

PFFT—

The divine and demonic killing intent Long Fengyang gathered, and even his Emperor’s Qi Dragon Swallowing Heaven Divine Technique, were all shattered by Ye Tianling’s single Slaughter Fist, which pulverized them into dust.

A terrifying power blasted out, like a shattering Celestial River, and struck Long Fengyang’s chest once more.

"AHH—"

Long Fengyang roared in fury, his voice thick with indignation, but the punch shattered half his body and sent him flying back nearly ten thousand meters.

Shattered bones cracked and fell off piece by piece.

A scarlet trail of blood stretched for nearly ten thousand meters.

The Blood Demon Power from the Blood-Colored Crescent Moon seeped into Long Fengyang’s body.

Conversely, the savage, bloody light in Long Fengyang’s eyes gradually dimmed.

The killing intent enveloping his body also receded, and it was as if he had truly returned to normal.

But even though he had returned to normal, the cold, heartless intent in his eyes remained unchanged.

In other words, from beginning to end, he held not a single shred of fatherly affection for Ye Tianling.

Long Tianmo watched the entire battle in silence. Her own condition was already extremely poor, but now, her eyes held a hint of joy.

"Brother, thank you... Is this the mysterious legacy from within the Blood-Colored Crescent Moon? Have you... have you comprehended it?"

Long Tianmo’s eyes were filled with clear expectation and hope.

It was like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

Ye Tianling was in the state of a cold, merciless killing machine.

But Long Tianmo’s soft "Brother" was like a splash of ice water shocking his entire body.

His body and mind grew even colder, yet he shivered slightly, his clarity returning.

After coming to his senses, Ye Tianling realized that the power of this physical body was merely a facade.

Now, after using his Ability twice, this body was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Less than a tenth of his Qi Blood Power remained.

Ye Tianling’s heart was filled with doubt. What puzzled him even more was that his Sixth Sense was stronger, his reflexes were sharper, and his temperament was more stable.

’Is this what it means to be Entering Demon?’

’Why do I still possess such genuine Emotions?’

Ye Tianling suppressed his doubts and gave Long Tianmo a warm smile.

"Yes. The figure in the crescent moon is my Master. I am in the process of comprehending his legacy. Didn’t you see it before, when I left the Projection Stone? That was actually part of it. Unfortunately, when I taught you and the other two, none of you could comprehend this kind of Dao."

Ye Tianling’s voice was very gentle.

His eyes were still blood-red, but they held an extreme tenderness.

Such eyes and such an attitude actually had quite an impact on Long Fengyang.

’Those eyes are so cruel, evil, and vicious. He’s shrouded in the berserk aura of the powerful Hidden Dragon Shackles... How can Ye Tianling’s eyes hold such tenderness?’

’Am I, Long Fengyang, truly so inferior to this defective experiment in willpower and perseverance?’

At that moment, a sense of self-doubt began to sprout within Long Fengyang.

By now, he could also see that Ye Tianling’s condition was not good. His ability to fight him for two exchanges was likely based on the mysterious power of the Blood-Colored Crescent Moon.

But that kind of power could not possibly be used multiple times in succession.

"Brother... It’s wonderful that you can... Thank you. Thank you for helping Father Emperor recover, and thank you for showing him mercy..."

Every single one of those words was like a knife in Ye Tianling’s heart.

He didn’t know what Long Fengyang was thinking as he heard those words.

"I..."

Ye Tianling wanted to say that he hadn’t shown any mercy, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words.

Long Fengyang knew the truth and had even figured out some of the underlying reasons, but he didn’t expose anything, nor did he attack again.

"Your inherited foundation is decent. But even if you sever all karmic ties with me, purify yourself, and keep only the part of the legacy from your mother’s side, you have no future to speak of. The offspring of two Clones cannot perform Stepping into the Void! You are destined never to enter the Void Realm, and your Battle Power will progress no further.

"When your true situation becomes known to all, you will be condemned and reviled by everyone."

Long Fengyang said coldly, his voice low and detached.

Ye Tianling sneered. "So what? What does that have to do with you? I can’t enter the Void Realm? In half a year, I’ll make you eat those stupid, ridiculous words! Of course, you’ll probably still try some trick to kill me ahead of time, but... you won’t get another chance!"