Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao Chapter 1570 - 93: Berserk Battle Enters Evil

Li Suniu, known as the Evil Empress, wielded a power Zhou Yan was now personally experiencing. It was an unyielding, irresistible force. Zhou Yan himself was formidable, and following his clash with Bi Shui Fairy, he could more reliably command his inherited Ancient Evil Dragon Evil Spirit. He transformed all his King’s Marks into Evil Spirit Power, a force capable of piercing through Heaven and Earth, and seizing the very essence of creation. Yet, confronting Li Suniu, he sensed a different, even more heaven-defying power.

This overwhelming might crushed any inclination to resist. It also sowed seeds of doubt within Zhou Yan. He was at the zenith of Holy Spirit combat strength, and even he acknowledged minimal room for further growth, feeling a vague barrier blocking him, as if his potential and talent had reached their absolute limit. How, then, could Li Suniu possibly be even more powerful?

Did a realm exist beyond that singularity? Zhou Yan finally understood Hou Chen’s despair, and the futility felt by the ancient predecessors of the Ten Thousand Immortals and Ten Thousand Buddhas. In their state, countless Holy Spirits had attained an apex. Apart from external aids like weapons, Combat Armor, and Array Maps, the only avenue for enhancing combat strength lay in one's own potential and talent.

Hou Chen’s inherent limitations meant that once he reached the same cultivation level as Bi Shui Fairy, he could no longer gain any combat advantage. Bi Shui Fairy, being the Evil Spirit Dominator, was considerably stronger than Hou Chen. And the Evil Empress? She was even more potent than Bi Shui Fairy. Zhou Yan's current combat power surpassed Bi Shui's but fell short of the Evil Empress's level.

Consequently, this confrontation was again a battle of disparity, a weaker force against a superior one. Zhou Yan had no desire to relive the same kind of arduous struggle he endured against Bi Shui Fairy, but this battle was unavoidable. Despite his reluctance, he had no choice but to face it.

"Boom!"

While Zhou Yan was lost in contemplation, Li Suniu seized the initiative. Her attack manifested as a Sword Dao. It was simple, yet devastatingly familiar to Zhou Yan—the Lonely Sword Dao. With a single, decisive strike, Zhou Yan felt his entire body convulse. As powerful as he was, both his arms were instantly severed, flying through the air.

"Puff puff—"

A shower of blood rained down as Zhou Yan was caught off guard and struck. Despite his momentary distraction, Li Suniu's combat prowess was utterly overwhelming. Zhou Yan’s King’s Marks flared to life, fourteen Marks coalescing into fourteen singularities. They formed a trajectory, instantly locking onto his severed limbs. Then, his form twisted, phasing through the Endless Void. Streams of black air coalesced into a black dragon, spewing forth flames. The severed arms were swiftly reattached using the Nirvana King’s Secret Technique and Soul Devouring Origin.

In that breathtaking instant, Zhou Yan narrowly managed to restore his limbs to their original state. Had he lost his arms, the battle would have ended before it truly began. Any further delay would have meant permanent loss, as these arms would never regenerate. Such was the nature of the Holy Spirit's body and soul; within the destructive grasp of the Emperor Soul Clan's Soul Devouring Evil Spirit, annihilation meant no rebirth. This was because the Emperor Soul Clan existed beyond the concepts of life and death.

As Zhou Yan recovered, the Evil Dragon unleashed ten thousand zhang of flames, the inferno surging skyward, shaking the very firmament. The flames formed a torrent, directed at Li Suniu. She made no move to evade, allowing the endless flames to engulf her entirely. As the fire enveloped her, a dark red, bubble-like shield materialized around her body. It possessed a vibrant hue yet was remarkably transparent. Within this shield, Li Suniu remained unharmed by the Evil Dragon's assault. Instead, she interlaced her hands, forming ancient seals.

At that precise moment, time seemed to halt abruptly. Frozen in place, an ancient Golden Armor Battleship materialized behind Li Suniu. It appeared to surge forth from a primordial world, exuding a terrifying force that mercilessly bore down upon Zhou Yan. During this temporal stasis, even Zhou Yan's gaze remained fixed, utterly immobile.

"Boom—"

The Golden Armor Battleship violently impacted Zhou Yan. Transforming into the Evil Dragon, his entire being shuddered intensely. His chest was directly impaled, and an endless deluge of blood sprayed forth, atomizing into a crimson mist. Yet, as time resumed its flow, the Golden Armor Battleship instantly vanished. Zhou Yan, now resembling the flaming Evil Dragon, endured a catastrophic collapse of his chest. The searing pain, akin to being consumed by roaring flames, ravaged his body and spirit, inflicting an ultimate agony upon him. This annihilating torment was millions of times more excruciating than any pain he had endured previously, forcing Zhou Yan, despite his formidable willpower, to unleash a pained howl.

In this extraordinary state, Zhou Yan experienced a sudden surge of bloodline fury, once again unleashing the formidable techniques of the Soul Devouring Evil Spirit while simultaneously employing his Ancestor Dragon Emperor Venerate Sword Dao.

Engulfed in extreme agony, Zhou Yan transmuted his endless pain into a heart of slaughter, his combat strength pushed to its absolute zenith without any reservation.

This represented the peak of his fighting prowess, the same ultimate state achieved during his final confrontation with Bi Shui Fairy, and was the strongest form after devouring Bi Shui Fairy’s Evil Spirit Holy Spirit.

Li Suniang, with a mere two swift moves, had cornered Zhou Yan into this desperate struggle.

The Thunderflame Yuan Ci Sword clutched in Zhou Yan’s hand was now imbued with his bloodline and amplified by the Evil Spirit, reaching a similarly enraged state.

Amidst this furious onslaught, Zhou Yan’s sword unleashed a realm of Supreme Dao.

Li Suniang’s countenance remained impassive as her equally brilliant and piercing sword suddenly erupted with an blindingly intense light, akin to the Milky Way cascading from the Nine Heavens, or an aurora descending after the cataclysmic destruction of Heaven and Earth.

The speed of that sword strike was so phenomenal that Zhou Yan’s eyes could barely register it, and his sensing power could not capture even a fleeting trace.

In that critical moment, it felt as though an unfathomably terrifying power was poised to directly penetrate his very sight, to extinguish his vision, leaving him a sightless husk with vacant, darkened eyes.

A severed arm, blind eyes.

These were not merely cruel methods but were exceptionally brutal in their execution.

Should this attack succeed, even a Holy Spirit would be incapable of regeneration – such was the terrifying cruelty of this technique.

Zhou Yan’s heart jolted with alarm, but then he abruptly ceased his attempts at sensing and looking.

Recognizing the futility of relying on the aspects of the Holy Spirit in this situation, he entirely abandoned such hopeless endeavors.

Instead, Zhou Yan placed his complete faith in instinct, engaging in a primal, defensive response to the imminent crisis.

Should his eyes detect incoming danger, he would protect his eyes.

If his hands sensed a threat, he would shield his hands.

And if his legs were endangered, he would swiftly move them away.

This approach, while inherently passive, allowed him to temporarily acclimatize to the opponent's terrifying attack frequency, and once accustomed, it would serve as a pivot from defense to offense.

As anticipated, the sword hurtled towards Zhou Yan’s eyes in an instant. The moment his instincts registered this lethal intent, the sword in his grasp swept out horizontally, much like a saber or a sweeping staff.

These were mantis-like humanoids, and among them, a hundred Holy Spirits were present, with a total population reaching into the millions. Just as Zhou Yan detected these beings, Li Suniang launched another sword strike. "Boom" A profound tremor followed, and the increasingly monstrous, potent Lonely Sword Intent reverberated in all directions. Subsequently, countless explosions converged into a single, dull thunderous roar. In that precise moment, the Emperor Yuan Clan, an ancient and revered lineage, was completely obliterated. And with this final blow, the sword's trajectory was aimed directly at Zhou Yan. A shiver coursed through Zhou Yan's heart, his gaze filled with sorrow and rage. While desperately parrying the incoming strike, he pushed his Emperor Qi Dragon Transformation and Evil Spirit Soul Devouring Technique to their absolute maximum. Moving with a speed that narrowly outpaced Li Suniang, he frantically began to consume the boundless Life Origin. "Whoosh——" Zhou Yan inhaled deeply, like a colossal whale, instantly absorbing an immense quantity of Life and Holy Spirit Origin.