Supreme Swordsman of the Nine Heavens

Weakling

“Helper? I can stomp you by myself,” slighted Yi Qianshu, deploying his domain – True Sigh. White souls came together, building a transparent screen that encapsulated the clouds, Xiao Ran and Yu Mo. Yi Qianshu’s soul bead illuminated and shook the sky, generating a defeated sigh that would plant despair in the minds of those who heard it.

True Sigh domain planted insurmountable despair in the heads of those inside it, and a combatant without the belief he could win already lost half the battle. The only counter to it in history was forcing it back with one’s own domain, though it only worked transiently thus far due to Yi Qianshu’s overwhelming power.

“Taste despair, lowly human. How did you even survive until now,” slated Yi Qianshu.

Mu Yu finally stepped forward when the sigh was within ten metres, though he still kept his arms down by his side, confusing everyone. Yi Qianshu triumphantly spawned a spear out of soul energy and catapulted it at Mu Yu. When all seemed to be going smoothly, Yi Qianshu abruptly saw Mu Yu as a giant that appeared unmovable, impregnable and without weakness.

“How do you like being the smaller man?” Mu Yu taunted, voice domineering enough to shake up True Sigh. Xiao Ran and Mo Yu, who were outside of Mu Yu’s domain, also juddered.

“Hargh!” Yi Qianshu used a shout to squash his fear and then recollected his soul energy. By the time he could prepare an attack, nevertheless, Mu Yu was already in his face. “Why doesn’t my domain work?”

I thought it took him some time to control domains. I didn’t even see Mu Yu deploy his domain, yet he already lodged his sword in Yi Qianshu’s skull, brooded Xiao Ran.

“Weakling.” Mu Yu purged Yi Qianshu’s brain, then blew the latter to smithereens.

The soul bead that Mu Yu stole from Han Xiangluan, now in the form of dust, contained Yi Qianshu’s domain, which was how Mu Yu knew exactly what to expect. Therefore, Mu Yu knew how to work around Yi Qianshu’s domain from the very beginning.

“One down, three to go.” Mu Yu turned toward Leng Yuqiu, bloodlust welling up in his eyes.

“One escaped, huh?”

Yellow sword energy swiped down in front of Leng Yuqiu, scaring him witless. Xiang Nan sledged Leng Yuqiu with yellow energy from his sword, turning the latter into a stone statue. As the stone statue could not suspend itself in the air, it plummeted into the ground, breaking into tiny particles.

“Why are you here?” Mu Yu queried.

With the eyes of a resolute man, Xiang Nan answered, “I sensed a domain activate here, so I came over to see.”

“Two to go, then.” Mu Yu cast his gaze onto Xiao Ran and Yu Mo.

“Is there no chance we can talk this out?” inquired Xiao Ran.

“You burnt that bridge when you decided to target my brother,” Mu Yu stated.

Yu Mo disputed, “Cheng Yan stole our races’ secret.”

“And? I’ve killed your kind already. Why should we care about how you feel? If you refuse to bow, death is your only alternative,” Xiang Nan asserted.

“Is reason a concept that avoids you?” fumed Xiao Ran.

“Reason, you say? Your kind has always considered yourself superior to us. You want to just watch as the soul race ruins Third Heaven and loot the spoils of war.” Although Mu Yu did not like Xiang Nan’s tyrannical attitude, he was biased when it came to family, and he had no qualms admitting to it.

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