88: Chapter 085: Humiliation Again 88: Chapter 085: Humiliation Again “Pah!

Zhou Yan, boasting about Combat Power over four?

Without reaching the Sword Intent Realm, he’s nothing but trash, now dead in the Sword Origin Pool of the Zhou Family!

In my view, such trash, even if he hadn’t died in the Sword Origin Pool, I, Xie Wuyang, could pierce him with a single Sword Light and nail him in the Void!”

At this moment, a voice from the crowd was so loud that it attracted everyone’s attention.

“Xie Wuyang?

The top genius of the Purgatory Sword Sect, Xie Wuyang?

A Sword Heart First Layer Heaven powerhouse with a combat power near three?”

Someone cried out in recognition.

“Correct, I am that Xie Wuyang!” The youth was clad in purple Spirit Armor, dazzlingly brilliant, with long black hair and starry eyes, radiating handsomeness.

Beside him were two women, nearly identical in appearance, wearing incredibly sweet smiles as they gazed at him, their eyes filled with boundless adoration.

…

Zhou Yan’s gaze fell upon the two women beside the young Xie Wuyang, then his look turned slightly somber.

These women, though still pure as ice and jade, had eyes filled with infatuation when they looked at Xie Wuyang.

It made Zhou Yan uncomfortable because these two sisters were Xiao Chan’er and Xiao Linlin.

They, hearing Xie Wuyang speak, did not step forward to say a word and instead watched him with a gaze full of admiration… Zhou Yan felt upset.

He silently withdrew his gaze, his heart swept clean of previous thoughts, while now he harbored more worries for Xiao Zhan and Gu Yan.

“How dare you, who are you to spout such arrogance, insulting my Brother Zhou Yan!”

A youth coldly walked forward, and the crowd parted into two.

This youth, with clear brows and bright eyes, appeared somewhat delicate and lonely.

He had a somewhat familiar face, prompting Zhou Yan immediately to think of Zhou Gucheng.

Could that immature boy have reached the peak of the Third Level of Sword Intent in just three and a half years?

Moreover, a surge of Thunder Light energy was within him, his swordsmanship, once unleashed, as swift as thunder.

Zhou Yan was shocked, but affirmed by the youth’s words that it was Zhou Gucheng!

Zhou Gucheng has risen like this?

Zhou Yan felt a mix of astonishment and relief; even in his absence, the Zhou Family had not mistreated them!

Zhou Gucheng’s words also sparked discussions among many Cultivators.

Zhou Yan sensed and understood that Zhou Gucheng always regarded himself with utmost importance.

Ever since leaving the Sword Origin Pool, these past three years, regardless of what the clan said, if anyone insulted him, he would draw his sword and slay them without mercy—his Thunder Sword, striking like lightning.

Thus, within both the Zhou Family and Carefree Main City, he earned the famed nickname ‘Thunder Sword Zhou Gucheng.’

“Oh, I thought it was someone else, just the Thunder Sword Zhou Gucheng, whose sword I almost snapped last time!”

The youth sneered playfully, and his sword moved even as he spoke.

“Swoosh!”

A blaze of Sword Light, like a sea of flames, suddenly surged forth.

Zhou Gucheng, being lower in realm, naturally struggled to resist under similar combat strength.

“Swoosh!”

A streak of Thunder Light, like a fleeting shadow, vanished in a flash.

The two blades of Sword Intent collided abruptly, with Zhou Gucheng’s sword snapping in two, sending him flying backward.

At the same time, the blaze of flames continued mercilessly towards Zhou Gucheng, who coldly snorted, spat out a mouthful of blood, and transmuted it into brilliant Thunder Light that formed a vast expanse of thunderous swords, like stars.

“Using the same move again?

If you seek death, then—”

“How dare the people of the Purgatory Sword Sect cause trouble at the gate of the Zhou Family?

Are you seeking death?”

A chilling voice spread out, followed by a middle-aged man carrying a wine jug, slowly making his way forward, bringing with him a terrifying aura of death.

Xie Wuyang’s words were abruptly cut off, and not only that, but even Zhou Gucheng’s Thunder Light Sword collapsed instantaneously under this aura of death.

The clash between the two came to an abrupt end.

“Zhou Wangchen, you sure know how to show off, but last time at the Sword Soul Hall you didn’t face me, and this time, you no longer have a chance.”

At that moment, Zhou Yuntian laughed heartily as he approached from another direction at the entrance of the Zhou Family.

By his side were a group of people.

“We shall see if there’s a chance after the fight!”

Zhou Wangchen raised his head to drink, then began coughing violently, yet each cough made his aura stronger.

From a distance, Zhou Yan suddenly felt a sting in his eyes.

His father’s life had really been tough.

Loving a woman of much higher realm and status had made his own life seem particularly lowly.

That one family had never truly treated him as a person.

He thought of intervening, but this was his father’s battle with Zhou Yuntian, and he could see that this was his father’s obsession; he could not involve himself.

“If you can’t retrieve the Heavenly Evil Sword this time, Young Master Zhou, you’ll never get another chance.

Do you understand?

Hmm, just a waste that can’t even keep the Heavenly Evil Sword, it’s baffling that the miss still mentions you!

Disappointing!”

Another woman, with a haughty stride and full of arrogance, stepped forward.

Behind her, led by the Zhou Family Head Zhou Cangmu and several aging Elders.

Her voice and actions instantly turned Zhou Yan’s expression sour.

He unabashedly glared at her before suddenly taking aback.

She resembled Miss Feng Lingqing, but in every way appeared several times more refined.

It seemed that in every aspect, Feng Lingqing was directly outmatched by her!

From the first glance, Zhou Yan inherently disliked this woman; her immense arrogance gave him an uncomfortable feeling.

But he could guess that this woman must be Feng Lingqing’s genius sister who she mentioned, the beloved maid of his mother, Feng Ling Bamboo.

Hearing her words, Zhou Wangchen merely glanced at her indifferently and didn’t respond, instead he turned to Zhou Yuntian and said, “The duel between you and me is not only my own challenge but also my son Zhou Yan’s duel with you!

With your realm, even a bit stronger, it would be useless.

It’s as easy as turning my hand to kill you.”

“Don’t boast, over ten years ago, I managed to make you kneel and spit blood, and I can do the same today!

Without the family head bestowing you depleted cultivation, you are still nothing but trash!

Your trash son, with his so-called talent, exchanged everything for your sake, yet he ridiculously died!

And to die at the Sword Origin Pool in the Inheritance Land, that is utterly laughable and disgraceful!

A disgrace to the family!

How dare such trash as you speak so arrogantly?

Now with Miss Feng’s guidance, my Emperor Qi Sword Body has reached great success, do you think I fear you?

You better recognize reality!”

Zhou Yuntian said with unparalleled arrogance.

Feng Ling Bamboo, upon hearing this, simply nodded, affirming the truth of these events.

Hearing Zhou Yuntian’s words, Zhou Wangchen’s face turned slightly paler.

His hand, clutching the wine jug, trembled.

He knew this was clearly to prevent him from obtaining the Heavenly Evil Sword!

This was clearly to enhance Zhou Yuntian’s strength, only to humiliate him again!

He understood this well, and so did many cultivators present, many of whom sighed but said nothing.

“Make your move!”

Zhou Wangchen’s tone was still calm, his sword was the very same one he had always used for engraving, short, gloomy, and sharp.

“Good!”

Zhou Yuntian, with his boundless arrogance, burst into wild laughter, then a terrifying Sword Heart Realm manifested.

But just then, a phoenix-like auspicious cloud ascended, as if commanding thousands of troops.

“It’s Wangchuan Mansion…

Li Family’s Young Master Li Shaqing has arrived!

His talents are only slightly lesser than those of Ji TaiXu, a Spirit-level genius; rumors have it that he has already stepped into the True Spirit Level!”

“It really is him!”

“The Li Family genius, nearly invincible in Wangchuan Mansion!

Our entire Great Zhou Family in Carefree Main City can’t compare even to a single Great Domain under Wangchuan’s command!”

“If it weren’t for the relation between our Water Domain of the Carefree Main City and the Li Family, the Li Family wouldn’t bother visiting such a remote place!”

…

“Young Master Li, you’ve arrived.”

“Li Lingzhe sir, welcome to Carefree Main City, I am the Lee Family Patriarch, Li Canglin.”

“Young Master Li, long time no see, I am Lee Family Ancestor, Lee Xiaoyao; how is your father?”

“Young Master Li, I am Murong Yan’er, the general manager of the Water Domain’s Treasure Pavilion, at your service.”

…

This young man in white rode on Nine Phoenixes, and in response to the numerous greetings, he merely nodded casually.

He then landed in a huge building right across from the Great Zhou Family’s entrance.

Zhou Yan was also here.

After this young man arrived, everyone stood up and bowed deeply, bending their waists to their knees.

Even Feng Ling Bamboo greeted him with utmost respect, her gaze and demeanor supremely gentle.

On scene, the only two who did not bow were Zhou Wangchen and Zhou Yan.

Although many saw Zhou Wangchen as lowly, as the ‘son-in-law’ of the Li Family, his status was not necessarily lower than Li Shaqing’s, so his not bowing could be excusable.

But Zhou Yan… at this moment, he was merely a stranger in black clothes.

Thus, everyone’s gaze almost instantly fell on him.

Including Li Shaqing, who, after retracting the Nine Phoenix Sword Spirit, looked at Zhou Yan with a bit of scrutiny.

Suddenly, his gaze slightly sharpened; sensing something, a trace of barely concealed surprise flashed through the depths of his eyes and he seemed instinctively more approachable towards Zhou Yan.

At that moment, Zhou Yan’s Soul Power sensed a fierce beast!

It was a true fierce beast—Zhou Yan suddenly understood, this was the Sword Soul!

This was the presence of a peerless strongman from the Sword Soul Realm!

Such a strong aura was not even felt in Zhou Cangmu’s body!

He also faintly felt, almost simultaneously, that his Blood Qi and that of Li Shaqing were attracting each other, but his Blood Qi seemed to have a stronger impact, dispersing the attracting force of Li Shaqing’s Blood Qi.

It was then that Zhou Yan sensed Li Shaqing’s brief excitement.

Both were aware, but in Zhou Yan’s heart, there was merely a cold snort: Even if you know who I am, the way you treat my father, this will be settled with you sooner or later!

He thought so, and before he could speak, Xie Wuyang suddenly stood up, yelling at him, “What are you?

Dare to disrespect Li Lingzhe before him?

Kneel and kowtow at once, begging the Spiritualist sir to quell his anger!”

Xie Wuyang’s standing out was undoubtedly to suck up to Li Shaqing, yet the two young ladies beside him looked at him with unhidden admiration, thinking him very impressive.