Section 119

He is simply the Reincarnation of a Simp!

“Your Highness, the xiongyi sword has recognized its master!”

Wu Jian trembled with excitement, shouting incoherently.

Recognized its master?

The corner of Li Chengping's mouth curled slightly, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Li Chengping raised his hand and, without even glancing at the xiongyi sword, gave a casual wave.

“Begone!”

A soft scolding, like the thunder of the Nine Heavens, exploded by the xiongyi sword's ear.

The body of the xiongyi sword jolted violently, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, and it went flying backward.

“Bang—!”

A loud boom echoed.

The xiongyi sword slammed heavily into Wan Jian Mountain, letting out a mournful wail.

Immediately following.

Crack—! Crack—! Crack—!

Like a domino effect.

With the xiongyi sword as the center, countless famous swords shattered one after another, turning into fine powder and scattering across the ground.

Within the Sword Tomb, the Sword Qi suddenly dissipated, and the Evil Qi vanished instantly.

The Sword Tomb, which was originally brilliant with sword light and Sword Qi piercing the sky, instantly became deathly silent and a complete mess.

It was as if it had undergone a catastrophe, full of scars and reduced to ruins.

“Pfft—!”

Wu Jian felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow; he violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning as pale as paper in an instant.

The xiongyi sword was the treasure of the Wu Family Sword Tomb and the anchor of the Wu Family's Luck.

How could he not be heartbroken? How could he not vomit blood?

“Your Highness... you...”

Wu Jian pointed a trembling finger at Li Chengping, his eyes filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of resentment.

He did not understand why Prince Xia would treat the xiongyi sword this way.

Could it be that Prince Xia simply does not understand swords at all?

“Pfft—!”

Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Xu Zhihu, Jiang Ni, and Shan Eryi could no longer restrain themselves; they covered their mouths and let out delicate laughs.

They swayed like flowers in the wind, full of charm and grace.

“Hahaha, this sword is quite interesting, actually wanting to take the initiative to recognize a master. It’s simply hilarious.” Xuanyuan Qingfeng laughed so hard she leaned back and forth.

Although Jiang Ni and Shan Eryi did not speak, they both pursed their lips in light laughter, their eyes full of mockery.

When the people of the Wu Family heard the laughter of the women, they were even more infuriated, their anger burning hot.

Indignant!

It was truly too indignant!

“Prince Xia... you... why must you do this...”

An Elder summoned his courage and asked tremulously, his tone filled with unwillingness and anger.

Li Chengping raised his eyelids slightly and gave him a faint glance, his lips curling into a cold arc.

“Does this Prince need to explain his actions to you?”

The cold voice, like ice shards in the dead of winter, instantly made that Elder feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body turning cold.

The words at the tip of his tongue were instantly swallowed back down; he didn't dare say another word of nonsense.

Li Chengping withdrew his gaze and looked around at the messy Sword Tomb, his brow furrowing slightly.

“Noisy.”

He said softly, a hint of displeasure in his tone.

“Spirit Gathering and General Commanding!”

With a thought from Li Chengping, an invisible force instantly enveloped the entire Sword Tomb.

In the Void Realm, countless wisps of black Qi emerged like a tide, gathering and condensing.

In the blink of an eye, a massive black tornado formed, blotting out the sun and shrouding the entire Sword Tomb.

Within the tornado, Yin winds howled and ghosts wailed; the Evil Qi surged to the heavens, sinister and ruthless to the extreme...

“Not good! Retreat quickly!”

Wu Jian's face changed drastically as he shouted in terror, his voice strained.

“Run, quickly!”

The swordsmen of the Wu Family retreated as if they had seen a ghost, fleeing for their lives.

The eye of that black tornado seemed to connect to Hell; countless vengeful spirits roared and bellowed within it, making one's scalp tingle and causing their Soul to Fly Away and Spirit Scatter.

Wu Jian was even more terrified; he stared fixedly at the black tornado, his eyes wide as if he had seen some unbelievable and horrific sight.

“Spirit Gathering and General Commanding... Evil Qi... what is he trying to do?” Wu Jian's voice was trembling, and his teeth chattered.

“Father, run!” Wu Liuding grabbed Wu Jian's arm, his face mournful and his voice cracking.

Run? Run where?

The Sword Tomb was only so big; where could they possibly go?

Furthermore, facing an existence of Prince Xia's level, was running even useful?

Despair filled Wu Jian's heart; like a drowning man, he could find no life-saving straw to grasp.

The black tornado continued to expand and rage.

The ground of the Sword Tomb cracked inch by inch, and countless sword fragments were swept into the tornado, instantly ground into powder.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood and decay.

“Jie jie jie jie...”

A burst of eerie and terrifying laughter drifted from the black tornado, sounding like a vengeful ghost demanding a life, making one's hair stand on end.

“It's the Old Ancestor's voice!” a white-bearded Elder shouted in terror, his voice changing pitch.

“The Old Ancestor has manifested?!” Another Elder was also scared witless, his whole body shaking.

Wu Jian's body jolted; he also recognized this voice—it was indeed the voice of their Wu Family Ancestor!

But hadn't the Old Ancestor died long ago?

How could he suddenly appear? And let out such a terrifying laugh?

Could it be...

Wu Jian suddenly realized, looking up at Li Chengping with eyes full of horror and disbelief.

“He... he wants to summon the Old Ancestor's Soul?!” Wu Jian's voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows.

“Impossible! This is impossible!” Wu Liuding shook his head frantically; he did not believe anyone could summon the Souls of the dead.

But everything before his eyes left him no choice but to believe.

The black tornado became increasingly violent and powerful.

In the center of the tornado, a blurry figure vaguely emerged.

The figure wore ancient battle armor and held a rusty iron sword; his hair and beard were all white, and his face was hideous, like a malevolent ghost from Hell.

“Descendants of the Wu Family, unworthy children!” The figure let out a roar, the sound deafening like an explosion of thunder.

“Old Ancestor! It really is the Old Ancestor!” Wu Jian could no longer hold himself up and flopped to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

“Old Ancestor, save us! The Wu Family Sword Tomb is about to be destroyed!” Wu Jian wailed like a mistreated child.

That figure, the remnant Soul of the Wu Family Ancestor, slowly turned his head to look at Wu Jian, his gaze cold and devoid of emotion.

“Useless! A bunch of useless fools!” The Wu Family Ancestor scolded angrily, his voice full of disappointment and rage.

“If I had consumed the Sword Intent of another hundred great sword talents here, I could have glimpsed the Celestial Realm! Do you know how much you have ruined for me?” The Wu Family Ancestor's tone was icy, showing no regard for Wu Jian's feelings.

Wu Jian was stunned upon hearing this, becoming as still as a wooden chicken, as if his Soul had been snatched away.

The Old Ancestor was actually here consuming the Sword Intent of his descendants for his own cultivation... The Old Ancestor didn't even care about the survival of the Sword Tomb?

This... how could this be? Did this Prince Xia destroy the Sword Tomb because he sensed this?

“Old Ancestor... you...” Wu Jian wanted to say something, but found his throat dry, unable to make a sound.

The Wu Family Ancestor ignored Wu Jian and instead slowly turned around to look at Li Chengping, his eyes full of wariness and vigilance.

“You have quite the nerve, daring to trespass into my Wu Family Sword Tomb, and even daring to conscript Yin Souls to forge an evil sword!” the Wu Family Ancestor shouted angrily, his voice like rolling thunder that made the Void Realm tremble.

“Evil sword?” The corner of Li Chengping's mouth curled slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

“A mere remnant Soul dares to bark before this Prince?” Li Chengping's tone was cold, like the ice of the Nine Heavens, without a trace of warmth.

“Today, this Prince shall make your Soul Fly Away and Spirit Scatter, never to be reincarnated!” Before Li Chengping's voice finished fading, he gave a wave of his hand.

Chapter 97: The Killing Life Sword is Completed! A Divine Weapon Unseen in a Millennium!

The black tornado instantly contracted, condensing into a giant sword as black as ink.

Atop the giant sword, Evil Qi surged and Yin Qi was thick; countless vengeful spirits wailed and struggled within it, a truly horrific sight.

“Killing Life Sword, complete!” Li Chengping gave a soft shout, like a deity's proclamation.

Upon the body of the Killing Life Sword, blood-red light flowed and Evil Qi permeated; one could vaguely see countless vengeful spirits crying and struggling within the sword's blade, their resentment piercing the sky.

When the remnant Soul of the Wu Family Ancestor saw the Killing Life Sword, his face changed drastically, his eyes filled with terror and despair.