I Have A Sword

Chapter 916: Invincible in His World

The burly man's voice echoed like spring thunder, shaking the heavens. He glanced at Ye Guan and the others with a face full of disdain as if he were looking at a group of ants.

Tianwu Xin looked curiously at the burly man and asked, "Senior, who is he?"

Dao Emperor Zhaowu smiled and replied, "He's the Coffin Emperor."

Tianwu Xin frowned slightly, as she had never heard of the Coffin Emperor.

Dao Emperor Zhaowu continued, "It's not strange that you haven't heard of him. He doesn't belong to this universe region. He's from a place called the Burial Sea. Brother Coffin here has quite the background. Do you see that coffin behind him?"

Tianwu Xin glanced at the coffin and asked, "Is there a story behind it?"

Dao Emperor Zhaowu nodded with a smile. "Indeed. In the Burial Sea, Brother Coffin has fought everyone and has never met his match. That coffin behind him is prepared for others and for himself.

"Whenever he defeats someone, he buries them inside of it. If he ends up losing, he'll bury himself in there. When I met him, that coffin had already buried millions of souls."

Tianwu Xin calmly asked, "Senior, did you fight him?"

"Of course, but I did not kill him," said Dao Emperor Zhaowu with a smile. He sounded calm and carefree.

Tianwu Xin hurriedly bowed to show her respect.

Dao Emperor Zhaowu's smile deepened, and then he turned to look out the window.

The Coffin Emperor looked at Ye Guan and sized the latter up."So you're the one who angered my big brother? Come, take a punch from me!"

The Coffin Emperor punched at Ye Guan from a distance.

A myriad of vengeful souls pervaded everything between heaven and the earth; their anguished screams echoed in everyone's ears. The Ascension World seemed to become Hell itself.

Death Fist Domain!

It was a special fist domain that the Coffin Emperor had cultivated, and it was made by millions of souls. The power of a single punch was so immense that even Path Creation Realm experts could hardly withstand it.

The Coffin Emperor appeared to despise Ye Guan on the surface, but he didn't actually underestimate the latter. After all, if Ye Guan were truly insignificant, why would the Evil Dao Alliance go to such great lengths just to kill him?

Thus, he went all-out. Even a lion would use its full strength to hunt down a rabbit.

Facing the Coffin Emperor's terrifying punch, Ye Guan was stunned, and then his expression became strange.

Vengeful souls?

Ye Guan opened his palm, and the Qingxuan Sword trembled violently.

Boom!

The terrifying fist domain shattered, and the Qingxuan Sword became like a black hole, absorbing the millions of vengeful souls and devouring them.

The Coffin Emperor was stunned. What just happened?

In just an instant, millions of vengeful souls were absorbed!

The world returned to normal, but everyone was reeling in shock.

Ye Guan opened his palm, and the Qingxuan Sword transformed into a streak of sword light, returning to his hand. He looked at the Coffin Emperor calmly and said, "What was that? A pillow when I'm feeling sleepy?"

Everyone was speechless.

The Coffin Emperor flew into a rage and was about to make another move, but he thought better of it. Something wasn't right here.

Ye Guan's sword easily shattered his Death Fist Domain, which meant that it was no ordinary weapon.

Moreover, Ye Guan had forced the Evil Dao Alliance's hand to such an extent, so he definitely had a formidable background. There was no need to fight to the death with someone he had no enmity with.

It would be wise to observe first and act later to avoid becoming cannon fodder.

With that in mind, the Coffin Emperor stared at Ye Guan and snorted. "Petty tricks! Be grateful that I'm not the type to bully the weak. Otherwise, I'd crush you today."

Upon saying that, the Coffin Emperor turned and walked toward the tavern.

Ye Guan frowned. What is he up to?

When the Coffin Emperor entered the tavern and saw Dao Emperor Zhaowu, he immediately became excited and exclaimed, "Big Brother!"

Dao Emperor Zhaowu smiled. "Brother Coffin, long time no see."

"Hahaha!" The Coffin Emperor laughed. "I never thought we'd meet again after all these years. It seems that you're still invincible, as always. I truly admire you, Big Brother."

Dao Emperor Zhaowu laughed heartily. "Brother Coffin, you've lost some of your arrogance and have become steadier over the years."

"Big Brother, who in this world has the right to be arrogant in front of you?"

Tianwu Xin glanced at the Coffin Emperor, feeling a growing sense of danger.

Dao Emperor Zhaowu smiled and said, "I summoned you here for two reasons—one, to reunite with an old friend, and two, to let you become a witness to my glory."

The Coffin Emperor seemed to have realized something upon hearing that, and his pupils constricted. Then, he bowed deeply and said, "It is my honor."

Dao Emperor Zhaowu turned to look at Ye Guan in the distance and was about to speak when a bloody head flew out of the distant horizon. It was the head of the elder who had been Li Suifeng!

Li Suifeng emerged soon afterward, and two flying swords quietly hovered above his palm while radiating a terrifying sword aura.

Ye Guan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Li Suifeng. Dao Emperor Zhaowu's experts were truly formidable, so it was a great thing that one of them had died.

Li Suifeng opened his palm, and a storage ring flew to Ye Guan.

Ye Guan was a bit surprised.

Li Suifeng smiled and said, "It's that old man's storage ring."

"Senior, you can keep it."

"I have no use for these material things. You keep it!"

Ye Guan hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright."

He put the ring away, noting that it contained hundreds of Ancestral Veins, which was a substantial fortune.

Li Suifeng turned and stared at Dao Emperor Zhaowu in the tavern below. His sword trembled slightly; he still wanted to fight the strongest. However, Ye Guan suddenly said, "Senior, kill the weaker ones first."

He pointed at the Wuma Clan experts who were locked in battle against Dao Jun and the cultivators of the Great Zhou.

Li Suifeng nodded slightly, and his two flying swords transformed into ten-thousand-meter-long sword lights. They soared into the sky and slashed at Wuma Luo and his companions.

Wuma Luo sensed something and turned around. When he saw the two flying swords, his face changed dramatically. He hurriedly summoned a round shield to defend himself.

Boom!

The round shield trembled violently and then shattered.

Wuma Luo was thrown tens of thousands of meters away.

The two flying swords moved like bolts of lightning across the battlefield, and they arrived in front of Wuma Luo in an instant.

Wuma Luo's face turned pale. He knew he wasn't a match for the mysterious swordsman, so he dared not hold back any longer. He took out a seal and activated it.

Boom!

A red pillar of light shot up from the seal.

Boom!

A terrifying pressure erupted from the seal, repelling Li Suifeng's two flying swords.

Li Suifeng was shocked. He opened his palm, and the two flying swords returned to his hand. He looked up at the red pillar of light in the distance and watched as an old man in a red robe emerged from the pillar.

The old man had his hands behind his back, and he was exuding an extremely terrifying and mysterious aura. His presence was no weaker than the previous ancestor of the Tianwu Clan, Tianwu Shi.

The red-robed old man was none other than the Ancestor of the Wuma Clan, Wuma Xing!

The members of the Wuma Clan bowed to the old man. "Greetings, Ancestor!"

They had summoned their ancestor! Ye Guan's face darkened at the sight of it. Yet another terrifying expert beyond the Path Creation Realm had arrived. Wuma Xing was not in his true body, but his power was still far beyond that of ordinary Path Creation Realm experts.

This was going to be tough! Ye Guan gripped the Qingxuan Sword tightly. Although the sword had a special ability to suppress souls, the difference in their strength was too great for that ability to make a difference.

Beyond the Path Creation Realm... experts in that realm were far beyond what he could handle at the moment.

When Wuma Xing appeared, he turned and looked down at the tavern. He was stunned to see Dao Emperor Zhaowu.

Dao Emperor Zhaowu smiled at him but said nothing.

"Ancestor!" Wuma Luo hurriedly said, "He's Dao Emperor Zhaowu of our Zhaowu World..."

Dao Emperor of Zhaowu!

Wuma Xing's eyes flashed with astonishment and shock. Dao Emperor Zhaowu was an ancient figure who predated even him. During his era, Dao Emperor Zhaowu was already a legendary figure. He hadn't expected that the Dao Emperor was still alive today.

Wuma Xing sized up Dao Emperor Zhaowu, and his expression grew solemn.

Just then, Li Suifeng suddenly said, "Are you going to fight or not?"

Wuma Xing collected his thoughts and looked at Li Suifeng. Sensing something, he turned to Ye Guan, who was standing next to Li Suifeng. When he saw Ye Guan, he was stunned.

Wuma Luo quickly explained, "Ancestor, he's Ye Guan, and he's the mortal enemy of our Wuma Clan!."

Mortal enemy? Wuma Xing's brows furrowed even deeper.

Seeing Wuma Xing's hesitation, Li Suifeng chuckled. "Just come here and fight."

With that, two flying swords flew out from his palm.

A fierce glint flashed in Wuma Xing's eyes. It had been quite a while since he met such an arrogant Path Creation Realm expert. Wuma Xing couldn't even be bothered to reply as he swung his fist at the oncoming swords.

Boom!

The two flying swords were deflected, but a sword light appeared and flew at Wuma Xing.

Boom!

The sword light shattered, but Wuma Xing was forced back several hundred meters away.

Wuma Luo and the others revealed grim looks at the sight. Wuma Luo glanced at his ancestor, feeling a bit doubtful—was he not a powerful ancestor?

Wuma Xing looked at Li Suifeng in shock. "What a powerful sword."

He was genuinely surprised that a mere Path Creation Realm expert had such strength. Meanwhile, Li Suifeng was thoroughly enjoying the battle, and he laughed boisterously. "Come at me again!"

With that, he transformed into a beam of sword light, shooting up into the sky. The next moment, the sword light plunged straight down, charging fiercely toward Wuma Xing.

Wuma Xing's expression remained unchanged. He took a step forward and opened his palm before rotating it.

Boom!

The space around him became blurry. When the sword light entered that blurry space, it slowed down drastically.

Ye Guan frowned at the sight. That technique again? Is that a special ability that only experts beyond the Path Creation Realm can use?

While Ye Guan was deep in thought, the blurry space exploded, forcing Li Suifeng back several thousand meters away.

Wuma Xing stepped forward, and the space around Ye Guan became blurry. His goal was to kill Ye Guan first—kill the mortal enemy of the Wuma Clan! He was clearly trying to behead the leader to suppress the enemies.

Li Suifeng's expression changed drastically. He transformed into a beam of sword light and charged toward Ye Guan, but it was too late.

The space around Ye Guan had become completely blurry.

And that was when the Qingxuan Sword in Ye Guan's hand flew out...

Swoosh!

The blurry space was torn apart, and the strange, blurry space disappeared.

"Hmm?" Wuma Xing's eyes flashed with surprise. "That sword."

Ye Guan looked at Wuma Xing with a wary gaze. It was brief, but he felt as if he had been completely frozen in place—as if time had stopped for him. If it hadn't been for the Qingxuan Sword, he would have died right there and then!

Just as Wuma Xing was about to make another move, Dao Emperor Zhaowu down below laughed and said, "Everyone whom we have been waiting for has arrived, so there's no need to waste any more time."

Dao Emperor Zhaowu picked up a wine cup and poured it out. As the liquid fell, he flicked his fingers, and a drop of wine flew out of the tavern, heading straight toward Ye Guan in the distant sky.

Li Suifeng altered his sword's trajectory to collide with that drop of wine.

Boom!

However, Li Suifeng's sword light shattered, and Li Suifeng himself was blasted almost a hundred thousand meters away. As soon as he stopped, the two flying swords in his hands crumbled into nothingness.

Despite that, the drop of wine neither disappeared nor slowed down.

It continued toward Ye Guan until a hand snatched it out of midair.