Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 1157: Severing the Ancestral Dragon Curse

"Dragon God Sword Technique!"

The square-faced black-clothed elder gazed at the immense Divine Dragon, the muscles on his face twitching with surprise.

Regardless of its power, the sheer momentum of the Dragon God Sword Technique was already formidable.

This Divine Dragon radiated boundless dragon might, its eyes cold and merciless, bringing an oppressive feeling that left them all breathless.

It felt as though a huge mountain was pressing down on everyone’s hearts.

"Dragon God Sword Technique..."

The initially silent life-taking puppet suddenly spoke with some sensation.

"Puppet, do you still recognize me?"

Ye Yun raised his eyebrows, smiling lightly.

This life-taking puppet could actually recognize the Dragon God Sword Technique.

Indeed, it was intriguing.

"Dragon God Sect, Ye Yun, so you haven’t died?"

The life-taking puppet spoke mechanically.

"If the Empress of Slaughter isn’t dead, how could I be!"

Ye Yun laughed heartily.

"Haha...

You’re still as arrogant as ever, but your cultivation base seems not to have reached the True God Realm."

The life-taking puppet spoke slowly.

Her words were far more fluent than before, as if a change had occurred within her.

"How difficult is the True God Realm? How could it be so easy to break through? If I truly broke through to the True God Realm, would I still be wandering on the Cangnan Continent?"

Ye Yun shrugged and said with a smile.

He was now at the Ninth Level of the God-Honor Realm, just a step away from the Divine King Realm, while the life-taking puppet was merely at the True God Realm.

How could she ascertain his cultivation base?

The life-taking puppet stared expressionlessly at Ye Yun, her vacant eyes brimming with murderous intent: "Very well, I’ll capture you for the master right now."

"Enough talk, let’s see our true strength!"

Ye Yun casually swayed the Silver Dragon Sword in his hand and said.

"Nine Swords Unite!"

The square-faced black-clothed elder suddenly roared.

She and several other black-clothed elders transformed their positions, surrounding the life-taking puppet.

Nine people.

Nine swords.

Nine streams of Sword Intent soared into the sky.

The terrifying Sword Intent instantly caused the entire Sea of Killings to boil.

The various colored killing swords panicked at once, like frightened fish, bouncing out of the water and fleeing far away.

"Little Silkworm, control the commotion of the Sea of Killings, don’t let anyone notice."

Ye Yun issued a transmission at this moment.

"Yes, master!"

The Immortal Divine Silkworm responded, its white body shaking.

Whoosh...

A massive seal instantly enveloped the entire Sea of Killings.

The terrifying nine streams of Sword Intent burst through the water, silently heading skyward.

Despite being incredibly spectacular, no one noticed.

All were blocked by the Immortal Divine Silkworm’s seal.

At the lake’s bottom.

Nine astonishing streams of Sword Intent instantly merged into one, turning into an immensely thick Sword Intent.

At the same time.

Eight black-clothed elders and a red-clothed life-taking puppet also fused together.

Merged into a sword.

This sword was over a hundred zhang in size, emitting terrifying light all over, with overwhelming slaughter aura sweeping around like a world-ending tide.

"Nine Swords Unite, this play is so basic!"

Ye Yun saw this scene and couldn’t help but smile indifferently.

The nine swords of the Empress of Slaughter were indeed powerful, but this kind of swordsmanship was not something that anyone could cultivate.

Now, with nine people respectively cultivating into nine swords, even if they united into one, it lacked the power of the Empress of Slaughter.

Whoosh!

A light flashed.

That giant sword suddenly charged over, appearing above Ye Yun’s head.

The terrifying slaughter intent fell from the sky.

"Break!"

Ye Yun lightly uttered a word.

At that moment, he suddenly disappeared.

An enormous Divine Dragon, with a Silver Sword in its mouth, met that giant sword head-on.

Boom!

A thunderous boom echoed.

The giant sword in mid-air erupted into fragments.

The nine members of the Slaughter Sword Sect couldn’t possibly be Ye Yun’s match.

Ye Yun was merely keeping them company, reminiscing old times.

With a casual move, he could shatter their proud attack.

The giant sword shattered, shadows scattered.

Puff, puff...

Eight black-clothed elders landed separately, staggering, spitting blood.

While the red life-taking puppet descended from mid-air, holding a blood-colored longsword, coldly watching Ye Yun.

She was unscathed.

"Ye Yun, you’ve become more formidable than before!"

The life-taking puppet spoke solemnly.

"Ten thousand years have passed, how could I remain stagnant?"

Ye Yun smiled with his sword: "Empress of Slaughter, you left a consciousness in this puppet, presumably to battle with me?"

"Hehe... you’ve found out, smart indeed, worthy of the man I once liked!"

The life-taking puppet chuckled, removing the mask from her face.

That formerly vacant, stiff puppet countenance suddenly became vibrant and lively.

Like a living Empress of Slaughter, charming and beautiful, appearing before Ye Yun.

Ye Yun took a deep breath.

Ten thousand years later.

Seeing an old acquaintance again, even as a puppet, not a true person, stirred his emotions.

The founder Empress of Slaughter...

Actually liked the thirteenth Sect Master of the Dragon God Sect?

The eight black-clothed elders were shocked, their faces showing surprise.

Were they not enemies?

...

The life-taking puppet had a feeling, glancing coldly at the eight, her gaze indifferent.

"Greetings to the founder!"

The eight black-clothed elders shivered, all bowing down.

"You juniors, quickly return to the small world; this matter does not require your involvement!"

The life-taking puppet said coldly.

"Yes!"

The eight black-clothed elders, faces pale, quickly departed.

Witnessing all eight enter the small world, the life-taking puppet finally revealed a faint smile.

"Ye Yun, you’ve suppressed me for so many years; should I thank you?"

She suddenly said charmingly.

"Why thank me?"

Ye Yun smiled calmly.

"If you hadn’t suppressed me, I wouldn’t have comprehended the Eleventh Sword..."

The life-taking puppet chuckled.

"The Eleventh Sword? You’ve successively comprehended two sword techniques?"

Ye Yun was slightly surprised.

The Empress of Slaughter’s swordsmanship was uniquely creative, forming her own path, with a total of nine swords.

Nine was the ultimate number.

Unexpectedly—

On the basis of nine swords, she comprehended two more swords, showing her remarkable Sword Dao talent.

This self-created swordsmanship required extraordinarily strong insight.

"Ye Yun, with the Tenth Sword, I can break your seal and defeat you.

With the Eleventh Sword, guess what I severed?"

The life-taking puppet, eyes shimmering, smiled mysteriously.

"Hmph! Don’t play word games; it’s pointless...

If you have something to say, say it straightforwardly! If you don’t feel like it, that’s fine, I’m not interested anyway!"

Ye Yun sneered.

"Oh, your temper is still bad, but I do love men like you!"

The life-taking puppet said cheerfully: "Ye Yun, with the Eleventh Sword, I severed the Ancestral Dragon Curse within me. Am I not a Wushang Sword Dao genius?"

Sever the Ancestral Dragon Curse?

Ye Yun was shocked upon hearing this.

Could it be...

Could the Empress of Slaughter have grown so powerful in her swordsmanship?

A self-comprehended sword technique?

A self-severed Ancestral Dragon Curse?

Such grandeur left Ye Yun in awe and amazement.