Chapter 157 – Venerable One, Save Me!

“Sword God Senior!”

Within the canyon, the howling winds abruptly ceased as Sword Intent hummed and resonated.

Elder Li gazed up at Qin Yang above, tears of excitement welling in his eyes. His trembling hand reached out without a trace of doubt.

Without question.

This was the true Sword God in person!

When he arrived, he didn’t even need to speak to prove his identity. The resonating Sword Intent within the valley and the spiritual charm between heaven and earth all swirled around him, regarding him as their true center.

It was as if…

Everything was singing in joyous celebration of “his” descent!

“Unbelievable!”

Lin Mofeng scanned the Sword Intent filling the valley, feeling profound shock. He could hardly believe what he was witnessing.

At this moment in the valley.

The Sword Intent hummed like chimes playing music, emitting crisp and pleasant sounds that faintly carried a joyful tone.

Even.

The sword in his own hand seemed eager to break free and chase after the Jianghai Sword God in the sky!

This is fucking absurd!

“Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage?! Has the Sword God’s mastery reached such heights?”

Lin Mofeng’s dao heart was shaken, torn between shock and delight as he looked up at Qin Yang above. Suddenly, he sensed something amiss.

Huh?

This aura…

Why does it feel only at the late Grandmaster Realm?

Logically, someone capable of triggering such phenomena should be at a higher realm!

“How strange.”

Lin Mofeng was utterly perplexed.

Meanwhile, among the crowd on the other side, Li Zixuan watched Qin Yang’s arrival, her small fists clenched so tightly she nearly jumped with excitement, eager to reunite with her master.

“Master really came!”

Suppressing her exhilaration, she gathered her energy and quietly sent a voice transmission to tattle:

“Master, this person is utterly audacious, daring to impersonate you to deceive everyone! It’s absolutely outrageous! We must not let him off lightly!”

Hearing this.

Qin Yang above the Sword Valley nodded slightly.

He remained silent, simply gazing calmly at the Black-Robed Man before him.

After suffering the earlier strike from Ziwei, the Black-Robed Man’s chest had split open. Between the crisscrossing pale ribs, eerie Array Inscriptions were carved.

The next moment.

The Array Inscriptions glowed brilliantly!

The Black-Robed Man’s flesh regenerated, his bones restored, and his body teleported a hundred meters away from Qin Yang, evading the range of his killing intent.

“Still not dead? A secret technique?”

Sensing the vitality returning to the corpse, Qin Yang cast a casual glance, remaining silent while his eyes brimmed with tenfold killing intent.

These Demonkin had strange origins. His previous sword strike was meant to be an instant kill. Surviving it was testament to their capabilities.

But no hurry.

However many times you revive.

I’ll just kill you that many times.

I have plenty of time to play with you!

“Hah…”

Several seconds after putting distance between them, the Black-Robed Man gasped sharply as if awakening from a nightmare. He looked down at his chest, shuddering with terror, his entire body trembling in fear!

Just moments ago!

He had already died once!

If not for his protective secret technique, he would already be a cold corpse!

“Thousand-Mile Flying Sword…”

The Black-Robed Man pointed at Qin Yang, deep apprehension flashing in his eyes as he stammered, “Sword God, you’re the Jianghai Sword God!?”

“Revived?”

Hearing this, Qin Yang didn’t bother with words, merely glanced at him while the Ziwei Divine Sword in his hand trembled slightly, releasing a wisp of sword light.

The next moment!

Swoosh!

As the sword moved, a cold gleam flashed.

The Black-Robed Man opened his mouth to speak again, but a blood line appeared across his neck, tracing a fatal mark that triggered his revival Array Formation once more.

Instant kill!Not a single word of nonsense!

This was absolute domination!

With overwhelming power, Qin Yang effortlessly sliced through the Black-Robed Man with the most dominant stance, as easily as slaughtering pigs and dogs—like drinking water or eating rice.

When the crowd below witnessed this scene,

silence fell instantly…

The canyon fell into complete stillness, everyone sinking into deep self-doubt.

Then,

a tsunami-like roar erupted!!!

Everyone raised their phones, igniting the passion of the entire Sword Valley with their most fervent shouts!

“Lord Sword God is incredible!”

“Damn, this power is just too outrageous?!”

“The impostor didn’t even have a chance to resist—it was a completely one-sided fight!!”

“Kill him! No matter how many times he revives, just keep killing him!”

“This is the true Jianghai Sword God!”

The crowd roared in unison, unleashing a tidal wave of cheers. Cameras livestreamed the scene online, causing its popularity to skyrocket and directly claim the top spot nationwide!

Just as everyone was shouting,

Crack.

The Black-Robed Man’s head reattached to his neck, and after fully recovering, he woke up once again, floating high in the air, the fury in his chest nearly bursting forth!

He glared furiously at Qin Yang, letting out a low growl from his throat, looking as if he had lost his mind.

“You’ve gone too far! Do you really think I have no tricks up my sleeve?!”

As he spoke, thunder rumbled, and dark clouds pressed down, plunging the entire Sword God Valley into shadow once more, teetering on the brink of destruction.

“If you push me too far, I’ll make you—”

Before he could finish,

Qin Yang shook his head slightly and casually swung his sword.

“Oh.”

With that single word,

the Sword Intent within the canyon surged, converging toward the Black-Robed Man, transforming into sharp blades and cold glints—a thousand cuts, the most brutal execution!

“Ahhh!!!”

The Black-Robed Man screamed in agony.

He had always been the one tormenting others, never imagining that one day he would suffer such a cruel attack himself.

Instantly, blood splattered everywhere, the sky seeming to rain crimson.

Revival count decreased by one!

Qin Yang coldly watched the Black-Robed Man’s miserable state. For such Heretical Cultists, there was no need to hold back or show any sympathy.

Kill one to warn a hundred.

A bunch of filthy beasts who harm innocent people.

Death was too good for them!

And now they had willingly walked right into his line of fire.

This Sword Valley was his territory to begin with—all Sword Intent and Spiritual Energy were at his command.

In his domain…

pretending to be him? Wasn’t that just walking into a trap?

What a joke!

Thinking this, Qin Yang shook his head and sighed, raising the Ziwei Divine Sword, coldly scrutinizing the Black-Robed Man. Sunlight glinted off the blade, reflecting in the Black-Robed Man’s despairing pupils.

Soon,

the Black-Robed Man revived once more, now drenched in sweat and beginning to panic.

The secret technique was costly, with limited uses. If this continued, even if he had hundreds or thousands of chances, it wouldn’t be enough for the Jianghai Sword God to keep killing him!

What was the point of playing this game?!

Thinking this,

the Black-Robed Man gazed at the sharp edge of the Ziwei Divine Sword and fell into utter despair. He could only resort to his final trump card, shouting into the distance—

“Venerable One, save me!!!!!”

……………

Meanwhile,

at the Jianghai Library.

Loafing spot in Zone 1.

Qin Yang sat cross-legged on a small stool, watching the barrage of livestream comments and chuckling happily, but when he saw this scene, he was instantly taken aback.

Holy crap!

“There’s still another expert!?”

The next moment.His figure vanished instantly, shattering the void as he departed.

Thud!

Xiaobai, who had been sleeping curled up in his embrace, lost her support and fell to the ground like a fluffy cotton ball, gazing around in confusion.

“???”

(End of Chapter)