Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao-Chapter 168 - 065: Not Even Qualified to Be an Ant!

"Zhou Yan! You, you, you are Zhou Yan!"

In an instant, Ji Taiyuan’s expression became incredibly vivid, his already pale face turning even paler with inexplicable fear.

His body trembled, and his heart was filled with an inexplicable sense of dread!

The geniuses of the Ji Family usually possessed a strong sensing power, especially when two such geniuses were near each other, their sensing powers would be greatly amplified.

And previously, with the changes in heaven and earth above the ground, Ji Taiyuan sensed something.

He didn’t know what had happened, but he felt a tremendous sense of fear, a fear that originated from Ji Tai Xu!

The former top genius of the Ji Family, Ji Tai Xu!

Who Ji Tai Xu feared, Ji Taiyuan did not know, but with Zhou Yan’s appearance, he realized instantly! The person Ji Tai Xu feared must be Zhou Yan! The very person before him, causing him to feel oppressed, fearful, and trembling!

"That’s right, I am Zhou Yan! You really wish to wipe out the Zhou Family entirely, huh?"

Zhou Yan asked casually.

It was an attitude and tone like one looking down on ants, a lofty tone, as if an emperor among Heaven and Earth was looking down upon a commoner.

This strange sensation made Ji Taiyuan extremely uncomfortable, as this was how he used to view those he considered ants. Unexpectedly, he had now become the ant in someone else’s eyes!

He forcibly suppressed the pain from losing a Sword Soul, his gaze fierce and cruel, he coldly spoke, "That’s right, the Zhou Family, every one of them is worthless! Were it not for you, both the Zhou Family and the Li Family people would have perished!

And even with your abilities, you still can’t change this outcome!

Compared with a Wu Dao Spiritualist, the top person of the Li Family, Li Cangsheng, is also nothing but trash! As for you, you might be stronger than me, but in front of a Spiritualist with Three Sword Souls and Seven Sword Spirits, you are nothing but an ant!

No, you’re not even qualified to be an ant!"

Ji Taiyuan sneered coldly, his words filled with bitterness.

Yet he dared not make a move—even though Zhou Yan was very close.

Because no matter how venomous and cruel his words, he still couldn’t muster the courage to confront Zhou Yan, who was nearly accomplished in the Emperor Qi Sword Body.

Emperor Qi Sword Body without Sword Soul, early stage of Sword Spirit Realm, implied initial accomplishment.

At this time, Zhou Yan was at such a Realm.

Hearing Ji Taiyuan’s words, Zhou Qianqian and Zhou Gucheng and others were extremely angry, but Zhou Yan remained calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"Actually, speaking with you was an opportunity for you to adjust and recover, but from my perspective, I overestimated you."

Zhou Yan said casually, with a mysterious Sword Intent energy emanating from his body.

Ji Taiyuan’s heart chilled, his eyes flashed with intense light, no longer hesitating, his blood essence exploded, and the figure of a giant blood-colored rat suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Yan, devouring him without any warning.

This giant rat, possessing incredible speed, had previously destroyed Zhou Gucheng’s Sword Soul like a streak of light.

Now, striking again suddenly, even Mo Yuchou, watching from the distance, couldn’t help but show a solemn and worried expression.

However, what shocked everyone was that Zhou Yan didn’t care about the Giant Rat Sword Soul biting at him but instead stretched out his hand and suddenly slapped it towards Ji Taiyuan’s head.

Zhou Yan’s hand moved in a mysterious trajectory, blending perfectly with the Tao Runes of Heaven and Earth.

Everyone could see his motion, as it seemed to be slowed down countless times, moving very slowly towards Ji Taiyuan’s head.

But in that instant, his hand was already on top of Ji Taiyuan’s head.

At this moment, this slowness and quickness seemed to derive a deep, temporal Secret Technique.

"Puff—"

When the Giant Rat Sword Soul created by Ji Taiyuan touched Zhou Yan’s body, it suddenly collapsed and disintegrated into a powdery black substance.

And Zhou Yan’s hand, at that moment, lightly tapped on Ji Taiyuan’s head.

Ji Taiyuan’s body suddenly froze, his neck suddenly cracked and shattered, but no blood flowed out.

His head, like an iron ball, suddenly traveled at extreme speed, fiercely embedding itself into his somewhat pale neck.

In that instant, everyone could see Ji Taiyuan’s face with a terrified expression, suddenly entering his own body, passing through his chest, and then suddenly emerging from his lower body.

With this move, Zhou Yan actually embedded the brain of a Sword Soul Realm genius into his body and pierced through his body!

At this time, Ji Taiyuan’s face still bore an expression of disbelief, the stripes on that expression hardened together by streams of Blood Essence, looking extremely fierce and dreadful. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Ji Taiyuan’s eyeballs bulged out, his pupils even carrying bits of internal debris, but these could not cover the deep horror evident in his pupils.

The moment Zhou Yan’s hand touched his head, he knew he was about to die; he struggled and resisted, and even at that moment, he almost grasped the Tao of Time, which he had never comprehended before. Yet, just when he felt confident of breaking through further, he realized that, even with advancement, he was still not a match for Zhou Yan.

Because in Zhou Yan’s hand, there was a terrifying Dao charm and the Emperor’s Sword Intent of Supreme arrogance!

Ji Taiyuan’s head shot out from his own body under his hips, entangled by his black hair, and did not fall off.

However, it was not until this moment that the sense of pain from his body continuously transmitted.

His body convulsively twitched, while those bulged eyes, already dead-fish-like, dimmed gradually.

But the one thing that did not darken was the fear etched into his soul! Even in death, this fear could not be dimmed.

...

Zhou Yan’s move shocked countless people.

Even Zhou Gucheng and others, aware of Zhou Yan’s strength, couldn’t help but inhale sharply in astonishment.

From a distance, the beautiful eyes of Mo Yuchou suddenly shone like stars, exceptionally bright.

Pan Yuming, having just rushed over, found himself unable to breathe upon witnessing such a scene, his throat moved, but he found speaking incredibly difficult!

"Young Master is truly powerful!"

Pan Yuming’s throat twitched, and it took him a long while to suppress his nearly leaping heart and calm himself down before he could utter these words with difficulty.

On another side, Zhou Qianqian and Qi Meng, the two beautiful girls, were also stunned in an instant.

This scene exceeded their imagination, and their eyes were wide in disbelief.

...

Droplets of blood fell to the ground, staining the earth red.

A dull sound erupted, as Ji Taiyuan’s black hair, which seemed to have pierced through his body, soaked with blood, dangled his head, which finally fell between his legs.

The head hit the ground and rolled around, coming to rest like a ball beside Zhou Yan.

Even in death, Ji Taiyuan’s head still bled profusely from all orifices.

With absolute power, Zhou Yan’s palm had pierced through Ji Taiyuan’s body, shattering everything inside his head.

He did not use a sword, but this palm contained the aura of True·Yan Long swordsmanship’s Killing Dao; a palm strike, the annihilation of the sword!

However, Zhou Yan did not show any sign of triumph; instead, he calmly looked at the fallen body and the head beside his feet.

"Aren’t you running yet? Do you think I’ll be careless enough to give your other Sword Spirit a chance to escape?"

Zhou Yan murmured to himself, his words confusing Zhou Qianqian, Zhou Gucheng, and Qi Meng.

But from a distance, Mo Yuchou understood immediately. Her bright eyes shifted to look at Ji Taiyuan.

With her experience and capability, she must also have walked through a blood rain and certainly had blood on her hands.

Yet seeing such a gruesome end for Ji Taiyuan left her somewhat taken aback.

At that moment, a light burst forth, opening up a channel in the void as though it were.

A giant rat-like shadow suddenly burst out from Ji Taiyuan’s body, flying high into the air and rushing into the void channel.

Zhou Yan had seemingly anticipated this, and the moment the shadow appeared, his hand touched the Broken Worry Sword hanging at his waist; the dark blade, like a brilliant light, launched with a "swoosh" sound, instantly hitting the fleeing shadow.

"Ah—"

Ji Taiyuan’s pitiful scream resounded as the last Sword Spirit was shattered by the strike!

In the void, streaks of purple flames appeared and disappeared as though they were never there.

But after the purple flames appeared, the shadow and aura of the Sword Spirit seemed to evaporate from existence.

Zhou Yan’s gaze sharpened, his brows furrowing, but soon, his expression returned to calm.

He looked at Ji Taiyuan’s corpse beside him, seemingly pensive.

This genius, who was previously full of vigor, now truly became nothing but ashes and smoke.

...

"Brother Zhou Yan..."

"Young Master Zhou Yan..."

"Young Master..."

Now that Ji Taiyuan was thoroughly dead, Zhou Qianqian, Zhou Gucheng, and Qi Meng all involuntarily walked over.

They both respected and feared Zhou Yan.

Seeing the three approaching, a cold but slightly smiling expression appeared on Zhou Yan’s face, and his gaze passed over the three, finally resting on Zhou Gucheng.

"Zhou Gucheng, you’ve made good progress."

"Young Master, Gucheng owes all to your cultivation today."

Zhou Gucheng was not fond of talking, but when addressing Zhou Yan, he responded fully, his words filled with immense respect.

Zhou Yan nodded and spoke, "I only did my part, but you had your own opportunities. Like Qi Meng, your situation can be described as broken yet reformed. Fortunately, I’ve learned a few techniques that can help you overcome this obstacle."

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Zhou Gucheng was somewhat excited, his gaze towards Zhou Yan as fervent as it had been during their time in the Zhou Family of Canglan City.