Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 186 Sword Technique - Slaying Demons!

"It's a Battle Saint from the Nine Netherworld Python Clan!"

Qinglin's eyes widened. The terrifying pressure that descended from above felt like an invisible boulder pressing on her shoulders, making her chest feel tight.

"It came pretty quickly."

Su Yun remained calm. He looked up at the sky and casually waved his sleeve, releasing a gentle force that quietly dispelled the oppressive aura surrounding Qing Lin.

Qinglin felt a lightness on her shoulder, and her tense body instantly relaxed.

Just then, the clouds in the sky were suddenly torn apart by a powerful aura.

A figure dressed in a black robe stood in mid-air, the edges of which were embroidered with ferocious snake scale patterns. A faint black mist swirled around him. This was Yao Xiaotian, the patriarch of the Nine Netherworld Python clan.

Yao Xiaotian's expression was icy, and the aura of a one-star Dou Sheng spread out without any concealment, making the entire world seem to be shrouded in a layer of gloom.

His gaze, like that of a cold, venomous snake, was fixed on Su Yun and Qing Lin below. His eyes paused for a moment, especially when they swept over Qing Lin's heterochromatic eyes, and a murderous intent surged in his eyes.

"The Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil—this bloodline should not exist!"

Qinglin's thin lips had long since lost their color. She looked up at Su Yun, her eyes filled with urgency and worry: "Don't worry about me, he's after me. You should leave now."

Su Yun glanced at Yao Xiaotian and spoke softly.

"Stand behind me."

His aura surged, and a supreme sword intent that had been dormant for a long time slowly awakened from within him, like a dragon raising its head, like snow reflecting frost.

"and who are you?"

Yao Xiaotian frowned, his turbid vertical pupils fixed on Su Yun.

The white-robed man before him seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, as if he had cultivated some kind of concealment technique, making it impossible for even a Star Dou Saint like himself to see through him.

Yao Xiaotian looked at the corpses of the Nine Netherworld Pythons scattered on the ground, and an uncontrollable rage surged in his eyes.

"You did all of this?!"

"What difference does it make whether it is or isn't?"

"Okay, okay, okay, it's really good!"

The demon roared in the sky, then laughed, suddenly throwing his head back and letting out a deafening roar that shook the heavens. The black mist around him surged even more violently.

"You're right! No matter what, neither of you will leave here alive today!"

"Then give it a try."

"Clang, clang, clang—!"

Su Yun slowly lowered his eyes, his palm gently brushing across the sword. A wisp of lustrous blue light quietly wrapped around it, intertwining with the golden sword intent flowing across the blade, making the entire sword exude an even more intimidating aura.

"Your blood is barely enough to taint my sword."

"Insanity!"

Yao Xiaotian roared, "So what if you manage to kill my clan's half-saint by sheer luck?"

Do you know that the difference between a Battle Saint and a Half-Saint is like heaven and earth? A Half-Saint is nothing more than an ant before a Battle Saint!

"boom--!"

Yao Xiaotian suddenly extended his palm, and a majestic holy intent frantically condensed in his palm. The pitch-black energy rolled like ink, emitting a terrifying aura capable of annihilating everything.

Before the palm strike even arrived, the surrounding space was already torn apart with tiny cracks, and the distant mountains trembled slightly under this pressure, with pebbles tumbling down!
"My Nine Netherworld Python clan has a deep connection with the former Nine-Star Peak Battle Saint, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, and has inherited his life's legacy!"

A fierce and triumphant look flashed in Yao Xiaotian's eyes.

"This move is his ultimate skill, a mid-level Heaven-rank combat technique, the Yellow Springs Palm!"

The Yellow Spring Demon Saint was once only one step away from becoming a Dou Di; calling him a half-Emperor wouldn't be an exaggeration! To die under such a supreme technique is your honor!

"Boom——!"

A pitch-black palm print that blotted out the sky was instantly unleashed, carrying the power to devour all life force, and slammed down fiercely towards Su Yun!

In an instant, even the light between heaven and earth seemed to be blocked by this palm print, and everything fell into darkness!
"A demigod?"

Su Yun shook his head: "The Nine Netherworld Python clan is a descendant of the ancient Heavenly Serpent. The ancient Heavenly Serpent has continued from ancient times, and in the past hundreds of thousands of years, it has produced more than one Dou Di."

Instead of thinking about how to carry forward your own family traditions, you are clinging to the unique skills of outsiders.
Indeed, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint is a powerful Dou Sheng. If he could obtain a wisp of Origin Qi, breaking through to Dou Di would be just around the corner.

But you unworthy descendants have such a backwards view that the ancient celestial serpent in the depths of the Yellow Springs will likely be forced to come back to life.

As for my suggestion…

Let's take a look at the true inheritance of the Dou Di!
Su Yun's expression was as cold as ice, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen by an invisible chill. The flowing sword energy suddenly gained a bit more bone-chilling killing intent.

Unparalleled sword intent erupted from his body, carrying the supreme imperial might within it, like a Dou Di awakening after slumbering for eternity, rising straight up with an aura that looked down upon all living beings!

With a slight flick of his wrist, the longsword in his hand emitted a clear and melodious dragon's roar. Terrifying sword intent burst forth from the blade, condensing into a highly refined cyan sword light!
"Sword Technique - Slay the Demon!"

The sword light, carrying an undeniable intent to kill, streaked across the night like a shooting star, trailing a brilliant blue tail, and flew at extreme speed toward the sky-covering, pitch-black palm print!

"Tear-!"

An ear-piercing, tearing sound suddenly exploded!

The azure sword intent, like a slender silver thread, struck the dark palm print that blotted out the sky, instantly piercing through the center of the palm print!

The terrifying death energy on the palm print, enough to annihilate everything, seemed to have met its nemesis. The moment it was touched by the sword intent, it melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The mighty holy power contained in the palm print was utterly vulnerable. Wherever the sword intent passed, the condensed energy burst like bubbles, dissipating with a few "pops" and turning into countless tiny black rays!
In the blink of an eye, the Yellow Spring Palm Print that Yao Xiaotian had condensed was completely destroyed!

"Amazing……"

Qinglin lightly covered her lips, her eyes trembling slightly. The tall, white-clad figure in front of her was like a colossal mountain reaching to the sky, truly keeping the raging floodwaters at bay, not even a trace of them affecting her...

"This is impossible!"

Yao Xiaotian's face was contorted, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He couldn't accept that his proud semi-emperor's inherited secret technique had been so easily broken by an unknown person!

However, the extremely refined azure sword intent gave him no extra time to breathe.

It paused slightly in mid-air before transforming into a streak of light that pierced through the air. The sharpness of the blade even caused visible ripples to form in the surrounding space!
A chilling, bone-deep sense of impending death surged wildly from the depths of Yao Xiaotian's heart.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the resentment and anger surging in his chest transformed into a deafening roar that echoed through the heavens: "How can I perish here!"

"boom--!"

The pitch-black battle aura erupted from his body with a roar. As the black mist surged, his figure suddenly swelled up and transformed into the true form of a giant python that blotted out the sky in an instant!

Its scales gleamed coldly, its forked tongue flickered with a foul stench, and its massive body carried a terrifying power capable of overturning mountains. Ignoring the sharpness of the sword intent, it charged forward head-on!
"laugh--!"

Sword light flashes, slashing through shadows; autumn waters break their ripples.

A crisp cracking sound pierced the sky. In the instant the cyan sword light flashed past, there was no earth-shattering collision, nor any stalemate.

The seemingly indestructible body of the giant python was as fragile as paper in the face of the sword light, and was cleanly severed at its seven-inch mark by a single sword strike!
The next moment, a terrifying energy storm erupted from the python's severed body.

The dazzling blue and black light intertwined and swept in all directions, dyeing the entire sky with a mixture of light and dark colors, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

After an unknown amount of time, the violent energy gradually subsided, and the blinding light slowly dissipated.

Qinglin squinted subconsciously. After her vision cleared, she looked at the empty sky, her eyes still filled with a sense of bewilderment, and murmured softly.

"……finished?"

"Ah."

Su Yun said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the longsword in his hand could no longer hold on, emitting a faint, mournful cry. Fine cracks spread across the blade, one after another, from the tip to the hilt.

In the blink of an eye, the entire sword snapped with a few cracks, breaking into several pieces that fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

In the open space not far away, the giant python's massive half-body lay quietly.

The jet-black scales lost their luster, and dark purple blood continued to gush from the broken parts, meandering along the grooves in the ground and quickly forming a glaring pool of blood.

(End of this chapter)