I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 467 The Evil King Shatters, the Curse Is Lifted

Many years ago, the Sword Demon had a chance encounter with the young Lady Ao, and was immediately captivated by her beauty.

Unfortunately, it was just a fleeting glimpse. By the time the Sword Demon found out about Madam Ao again, she had already married into the Sword Worship Manor and become its mistress.

Then, the Sword Demon went all out and killed the master of the Sword Worship Manor. It was only thanks to Madam Ao's threat of suicide that the infant Ao Tian was spared.

Over the years, the Sword Demon had been obedient to Madam Ao, hoping to win her over one day. Little did he know that Madam Ao actually hated him to the core.

There was no love born from hatred; it was simply pure hatred.

The reason why Madam Ao wore a veil was because she felt that her face was the root of all the troubles, so she had long ago disfigured herself, leaving dozens of knife scars on it.

Every knife mark is a testament to the hatred for the Sword Demon.

Now that her enemy is right under her feet, and she can still take revenge, Madam Ao is naturally overjoyed.

After recounting the decades-long grudges, Ao Tian was stunned on the spot, seemingly finding it hard to accept that his master was actually his father's killer.

However, Madam Ao ignored him and directly ordered someone to take the Sword Demon away, leading Ying Xun and his party into the manor.

It is foreseeable that the Sword Demon will suffer a brutal and inhumane massacre.

Ying Xun wasn't interested in how Lady Ao would deal with the Sword Demon; he was interested in something else entirely.

Inside the main hall of Baijian Manor.

After some pleasantries, Ying Xun smiled and said, "Madam Ao, you invited me to the Sword Worship Manor, surely it wasn't just for the simple purpose of witnessing the birth of a peerless sword?"

Madam Ao glanced around, then hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"It's alright, they are all people close to me, just say it."

"To be honest, Young Master Ying, a while ago a master came to the Sword Worship Manor and asked me to invite you to the manor. He promised that if you could obtain a peerless sword, he would help me take revenge and protect the Sword Worship Manor for a hundred years."

"What kind of expert?" Ying Xun asked.

Madam Ao shook her head: "This person comes and goes without a trace. He enters and leaves my Sword Worship Manor as if it were his own home. I did not see him, but I could sense that his skill was so profound that it was unparalleled in the world."

Ying Xun frowned: "Could you please describe your conversation in detail?"

Madam Ao hesitated for a while before speaking, "About a month ago, while I was resting in my room, someone suddenly sent me a telepathic message, telling me to send someone to invite the Nineteenth Young Master..."

Upon hearing the title "Nineteenth Young Master," Ying Xun immediately understood and interrupted, "So it's him."

"Husband, do you know who it is?"

“It’s either Di Shitian or one of his subordinates. I just don’t understand why Di Shitian would send me to seize the peerless sword.” Ying Xun frowned slightly, but he didn’t dwell on it. He smiled faintly and said, “But the reason doesn’t matter. We can just ask Di Shitian when we meet him. Alright, please take us to the Sword Pool, Madam Ao.”

"Young Master Ying, it's almost noon. Why don't we wait until after lunch?"

Madam Ao spoke, her tone carrying a hint of caution.

"Alright, there's no rush." ​​Ying Xun nodded and smiled, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Madam Ao, the master of the Three Poisons Blood hasn't arrived at your Sword Worship Manor yet?"

"What is the blood of the three poisons?"

You Ruo spoke, her tone filled with curiosity.

"The so-called three poisons are greed, anger, and ignorance. You should know that, right?"

You Ruo nodded, signaling Ying Xun to continue.

"Among them, the representative of greed is Jian Tan, the representative of anger is Bu Jingyun, and the representative of infatuation is Duan Lang. Therefore, the blood of the three poisons is the blood of these three people. Using their blood as a catalyst is the final step in forging the peerless sword."

As Ying Xun spoke, he looked at Madam Ao and said, "Am I right, Madam Ao?"

"That's right. Mr. Jian Tan has already checked into the manor. Young Master Bu and Young Master Duan are on their way and will arrive soon. Young Master Ying, did you suddenly mention them because you need to see them?"

"It's nothing, just asking casually."

Madam Ao did not believe it, but she did not press the matter and invited Ying Xun and the others to the banquet.

……

Afternoon, Sword Pool Forbidden Area.

This is the foundation of the Sword Worship Manor, where countless divine weapons are hidden.

In the past, swordsmen from all over the world would travel thousands of miles just to ask for a sword forged by the Sword Worship Manor, hence the name "Sword Worship".

The Sword Pool is located in a natural cavern where the earth fire burns year-round, making it a natural furnace and thus unbearably hot.

Within the sword pool, swords of all shapes and sizes were scattered about, densely packed, but without exception, they were all sharp swords forged through countless hammer blows.

The most striking feature is the enormous black sword at the very center of the sword pool, secured by countless chains, which seems to support the heavens and the earth.

Beside this giant sword stood an old man with white hair and beard, a fierce face, and thick arms. This man was none other than Zhong Mei, the most skilled swordsmith in Baijian Manor at present.

hum!
Suddenly, the huge black sword trembled and emitted a series of muffled humming sounds.

Subsequently, more and more swords began to tremble and resonate, the sounds of which seemed to converge into a torrent, surging and churning throughout the entire sword pool.

"Master Zhong, what... what's going on?"

A burly man carrying a giant sword appeared in a flash. This man was one of the sword slaves guarding the sword pool, named Wen Nu.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Mei frowned.

From the time he could remember, he had been involved in things related to sword making, but the scene before him was something he had never heard of or seen before.

However, as one of the world's top sword-making masters, he was still able to vaguely detect some clues.

Zhong Mei looked at the passageway leading into this place, carefully choosing her words, and slowly said, "It seems that the arrival of an incredible being has caused the peerless swords to show a competitive spirit, and made the other swords fearful."

Because that being was too powerful, and too...evil? So much so that, apart from the peerless sword, all the other swords had to unite and unleash their sword intent together to fight the enemy.

"But what kind of terrifying weapon could possibly evoke such fear in ten thousand swords?"

"It's a knife!"

A clear voice rang out, and Ying Xunyi, dressed in a green robe, appeared before them, followed by Third Tong, who was struggling to carry the sword box, as well as First Evil Emperor and You Ruo, among others.

"Halt! This is the forbidden area of ​​the Sword Pool. Trespassers will be killed without mercy!"

Another voice rang out, but this time it was cold and carried a chilling sword intent, which seemed to suppress the intense heat in the sword pool.

As these words were spoken, a cold and beautiful woman with snow-white hair appeared several feet away from Ying Xun and the others.

She has a very hot figure, and her bright red short skirt outlines her full figure. Her long, white legs stand straight and exposed to the air, which is dazzling.

Behind her, two long swords exuded a chilling aura, blending seamlessly with her icy sword energy, making her appear like a sharp sword radiating coldness.

Clearly, this woman has a remarkable skill in swordsmanship.

And this woman is Leng Yan, another sword-guarding slave of the Sword Pool.

It must be said that her name perfectly suits her image and temperament. "Leng Yan, do not be rude! This is Young Master Ying, the one who has been thrown into turmoil, and he is my benefactor from the Sword Worship Manor!"

Madam Ao arrived with Ao Tian, ​​and after stopping Leng Yan, she introduced Ying Xun and his group to Zhong Mei and the others.

Wen Nu and Leng Yan's expressions changed slightly. They had obviously heard of the name "Fearless One," but they did not expect that Fearless One was so young.

As for Zhong Mei, she seemed not to hear anything, her eyes fixed on the long box that San Tong was holding, and her breathing became somewhat rapid.

"This... could this be the thing that makes even ten thousand swords tremble?"

"good."

Ying Xun took the long box formed from the divine stone and gently patted it. A fierce aura surged out of the box like a tidal wave, causing Zhong Mei, Leng Yan, and Wen Nu to feel a chill in their hearts and tremble involuntarily.

As for the disciples of Baijian Villa in the Sword Pool, their hearts were stirred by the fierce aura, their killing intent surged, their eyes turned red, and they looked at their fellow disciples around them as if they were their father's killers, ready to draw their swords and fight.

"Humph!"

Ying Xun let out a cold snort, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. Everyone was struck as if by lightning, their ears ringing, and at the same time, they were awakened from their demonic state.

In an instant, sweat poured down his face.

"How wicked! Such an extremely evil blade... if it were to be unleashed, I fear the world would be plunged into another bloodbath," Zhong Mei murmured to herself.

With a thought, Ying Xun summoned the Great Evil King in his hand, which emitted a buzzing tremor.

Its sound was very similar to the sound of ten thousand swords ringing out earlier, both containing a sense of fear.

However, unlike the others, the fear emanating from the Great Evil King also carried a sense of resentment.

The blade and hilt were vibrating violently, clearly trying to escape Ying Xun's control, but its resistance was futile.

"Young Master Ying, what is the meaning of bringing such a demonic blade to Baijian Manor?" Zhong Mei's face was pale under the impact of the Great Evil King's evil aura, and her tone was somewhat wary.

"My Sword Worship Manor wants you to forge a sword for me, a sword that is invincible in the world, even more powerful than the best sword in the world, and this knife... is one of the materials used to forge that sword."

Ying Xun spoke calmly and casually, holding the knife in one hand and slowly extending the other towards the blade. The process of extending his hand was extremely slow, as if an invisible force was hindering him, allowing him to advance inch by inch with great difficulty.

Moreover, with each inch of advancement, several fine black cracks would appear on Ying Xun's palm, cracks carrying a world-destroying aura, as if capable of annihilating everything.

When his palm moved to within three inches of the Great Evil King, the entire palm was covered with black cracks, and the Great Evil King's trembling became more and more violent. In addition to the previous fear and unwillingness, there was also a hint of begging for mercy in the trembling sound.

However, its pleas for mercy did not stop Ying Xun from taking further action.

He transformed his palm into a claw, and with one claw extended, cracks appeared on the sinister Great Evil King. Finally, amidst cracking sounds, it shattered into more than a dozen fragments, which Ying Xun swept into with a flick of his sleeve.

It is worth mentioning that at the moment the Great Evil King shattered, everyone seemed to see a monster with a metal shell, covered in bone spurs, and with blood-red eyes. After letting out a mournful cry, it exploded and finally disappeared into the world.

……

Mist swirled around the mountains and forests.

Wu Wudi sat cross-legged on a blue stone with his eyes closed, his breathing even and long, and the energy in his body flowed like a rushing river.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and let out a long howl.

His eyes flashed like lightning, his voice shook the peaks, and the sound waves stirred up a gust of wind that spread in all directions, turning the area within ten feet around him into ruins.

"My injuries... have finally healed!"

Wu Wudi was 27 years old, standing proudly between heaven and earth like a god or Buddha.

He boasted of his robust physique, claiming that no one in the world could rival him, but little did he know that Ying Xun's physique was even more impressive than his own.

After their exchange, Ying Xun was unharmed, while Ying Xun was injured both internally and externally.

Especially after falling into the illusion, the uncontrollable surge of true energy within his body exacerbated his injuries.

Only now has it finally returned to normal.

Recalling his battle with Ying Xun, Wu Wudi still felt lingering fear, especially the incredibly realistic illusion at the end, which truly left him in a sorry state.

However, this also made him realize that his mental state was far behind his martial arts cultivation.

Fortunately, these days of healing have improved my state of mind quite a bit.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Wu Wudi's face, but then he frowned.

After the previous battle, he already understood that if Ying Xun could fight him to a draw using only the Ten Strong Martial Arts, then his hidden skills must be even more profound and unfathomable, making him difficult to match.

In other words, in the previous battle, he hadn't even been able to gauge the extent of Xun's strength.

Wu Wudi's eyes showed a thoughtful expression as he pondered how to further improve his martial arts skills among the top ten, so that at least when they met next time, he could test just how strong that guy really was.

"Ok?"

Just as he was pondering, a strange feeling suddenly came over him, as if the shackles and fetters that had bound him since birth had been broken, giving Wu Wudi an unprecedented sense of lightness. Even his mind became clear, and the martial arts problems that had previously trapped him suddenly had clear solutions.

"This is... the curse that has plagued my Wu family for over three hundred years has been broken?!"

Wu Wudi was utterly astonished.

However, he quickly guessed the reason.

"Ying Xun, it seems I owe you another favor."

There are probably fewer than a handful of people in the world who can destroy the Great Evil King, and Ying Xun is one of them. Moreover, the Great Evil King is currently in the hands of the other party. Wu Wudi is very certain that it was Ying Xun who broke the Wu family's curse through special means.

"I will repay the favor you owe me, but before that, I will still try... to defeat you!"

Wu Wudi was well aware that the other party was not trying to break the curse for him, but regardless of the reason, breaking the curse was a favor to him, and he needed to repay the other party's kindness.

Men of this class have always been clear about their gratitude and resentment.

"At that time, I will show you that I, Wu Wudi, am no weaker than anyone else in this life."

This statement sounds undeniably arrogant, but Wu Wudi certainly had the right to be arrogant.

Without the shackles of the curse, his astonishing martial arts talent can be fully unleashed, and no one knows just how powerful he will become.

"Right, weapons."

Wu Wudi suddenly shuddered and muttered to himself, "Weapons are an extension of limbs. My ancestor defeated Yun Dingtian with the Heavenly Mandate Blade. Perhaps I can also forge a weapon and incorporate my ten strongest martial arts into it. However, I know ten martial arts, so the weapon probably can't be a single sword or saber; it needs to be able to be combined..."

As Wu Wudi's thoughts flowed, he slowly sketched out the prototype of the weapon he needed in his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, a burst of energy erupted forth, sharp as a knife or a sword.

A moment later, a box pattern appeared on the ground, and inside the box were engraved ten strange weapons.

These weapons look very strange and seem unrelated, but they are subtly connected. It is as if these ten weapons can be assembled in different ways to form even more terrifying weapons.

(End of this chapter)