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Chapter 395 - 396: The Knife King Passes on His Skills, Part 2

Chapter 395: Chapter 396: The Knife King Passes on His Skills, Part 2

What?

Ye Wudao’s face was filled with shock. "Predecessor Sword King, if you do this, you’ll die..."

Die?

The Sword King looked as if he had long seen through life and death. "Hehe, this old body of mine is but an empty shell, what’s the difference between me and a dead man?"

"But Predecessor..."

"No need to say more, junior! My aiding you isn’t without reason!" The Sword King spoke.

Ye Wudao hurriedly said, "Please feel free to speak, Predecessor Sword King. As long as this junior can achieve it, I will spare no effort!"

"Good! Worthy of being the son of the Northern King!"

The Sword King nodded, boasting proudly, "I have practiced the way of the saber for a century, blending ancient methods with new, and eventually created the Nine Nether Saber Technique, hence earning the title of Sword King! The Nine Nether Saber Technique’s power is boundless; it is a method of absolute toughness and ferocity. You must master this technique, to avenge me! Remember, you must remember, the person who harmed me is called Long Tian, the Clan Leader of the royal family!"

Ye Wudao nodded firmly. "I’ve remembered it, Predecessor Sword King!"

"Now I will bestow upon you this Spiritual Energy within me!" The Sword King said indifferently.

"Spiritual Energy, is it really that amazing?" Ye Wudao was somewhat skeptical.

"Hehe, kid, you must not underestimate this energy! The energy you cultivate is True Qi, whereas what I have cultivated is Spiritual Energy! Haven’t you heard? People vie for a breath of energy, Buddhas for a joss stick’s worth! Energy is the origin of everything Innate, embracing all!" The Sword King smiled slightly, then his cheeks puffed up like a toad, slowly exhaling a breath of purple energy from his mouth.

"This, this purple energy?" Ye Wudao felt a tremendous power filled within the purple energy just with one glance.

In an instant, this mysterious purple Spiritual Energy was infused into Ye Wudao’s body.

Having exhaled the last breath of Spiritual Energy inside him, the Sword King’s body started decaying, aging rapidly, life energy dissipating, he muttered, "Kid, how far you break through depends on your fate now!"

"Ah!"

At the moment the purple Spiritual Energy entered Ye Wudao’s body, an extremely violent energy surged into his limbs and bones. The terrifying power seemed as if it was about to cause Ye Wudao to explode!

"This, this power is too strong!" Ye Wudao’s body trembled, he immediately tried to use his True Qi to resist.

"Pu!" Ye Wudao spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The True Qi in his body could not withstand this power. The terrible pain was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, shooting through Ye Wudao’s entire body.

"Kid, don’t resist! Let it be natural!" Just then, the voice of the Sword King echoed in Ye Wudao’s mind.

Ye Wudao stopped resisting, his body kept trembling, allowing the purple Spiritual Energy to flow into his limbs and bones.

The mysterious purple Spiritual Energy entered Ye Wudao’s meridians and quietly transformed everything it touched. The commonplace meridians in his body turned into Spirit Veins, and his mortal body was actually forged into a Spiritual Body.

Boom!

A fearsome aura burst forth suddenly!

Fourth Grade War King!

Fifth Grade War King!

Seventh Grade War King!

Ninth Grade War King!

The momentum surrounding Ye Wudao had not yet subsided, continuing to climb relentlessly!

"Ah!" Accompanied by a long howl from Ye Wudao, he finally broke through to the limits of the War King, stepping into the War Spirit Realm!

Boom!

The dreadful momentum Ye Wudao emanated gradually dispersed, leaving him with an indescribable mysterious aura, profoundly mysterious!

"Only the War Spirit Realm? Since when has my Spiritual Energy become so weak, no, this kid’s body is extremely special, as if he has been transformed by a Great Divine Power wielder! Though he’s only at the War Spirit Realm, he holds strength not inferior to the very top champions of the War Honor Realm!" Contemplating this, the Sword King revealed a satisfied smile.

This was an unprecedented monster!

He had bet correctly!

Ye Wudao slowly opened his eyes, a sharp sword light flashed.

He retracted his aura. At this moment, he felt completely renewed, brimming with strength!

Now his strength, how many times might it have multiplied compared to before?

Even a Ninth Grade War Honor would fall to him in one move!

As long as he did not encounter someone from the War Spirit Realm, Ye Wudao was nearly invincible!

The feeling was utterly like a dream!

"Kid, I can only help you up to this point! As for your future, how far you’ll go depends on your destiny!" The Sword King’s voice echoed weakly and solemnly within Ye Wudao’s mind.

"This junior thanks Predecessor Sword King for your great kindness and great virtue, never to be forgotten in this lifetime!" Ye Wudao expressed his gratitude.

"Right, there is one last thing! That royal scum defiled my saber, kill him for me!" After saying this, the Sword King’s voice slowly faded away.

"I understand," Ye Wudao nodded emphatically.

Inside the nine-story Sword Tower.

"Damn old man, where the hell is your legacy, where’s the Jiuyou Saber Technique? I’ve searched the entire nine-story Sword Tower and haven’t found it. Tell me, Young Master Long Teng!" Long Teng, holding the Hidden Dragon Saber, said to the Sword King’s decaying body, face seething with impatience.

Strong as the Hidden Dragon Saber was, only when paired with the Jiuyou Saber Technique could it unleash its most powerful might!

"Not talking, huh? Then I’ll destroy your body, so you can’t even be reincarnated!" As Long Teng spoke, he swung his saber toward the Sword King’s body, his face twisted with malice.

Just then, a cold, angry shout came; "Stop!"

Who?

Long Teng turned his head.

He saw Ye Wudao standing behind him, eyes glaring with a chilling coldness that was utterly bone-rattling.

Long Teng’s body instinctively trembled, then with a face full of shock, he said, "You, you were killed by me, weren’t you?"

"By you?" Ye Wudao said with disdain.

"Hmph, you won’t speak? Haha, no matter, if I could defeat you before, I can certainly kill you with one strike now!" Long Teng’s face was full of ferociousness, his frustration amplified by not finding the famous Jiuyou Saber Technique, and upon seeing Ye Wudao resurrected, he vented all his spite onto Ye Wudao.

"You brat, die!" Long Teng viciously attacked Ye Wudao with his saber.

Swish!

A terrifying black saber light instantly struck out at Ye Wudao.

"You brat, you’re dead meat!" Long Teng’s face wore a fierce grin, but in the next second, his expression abruptly froze.

Ye Wudao shifted his feet subtly, easily dodging the saber attack, and in the next moment, his body flashed and vanished from the spot.

So fast!

Long Teng’s pupils contracted, too late to react. He only saw Ye Wudao’s iron fist smashing toward his face.

"Ah!" Long Teng let out a shrill and miserable scream, his body flying backward like a cannonball, violently hitting the ground, spitting out blood, half his face directly smashed flat.

"You, how could you possibly possess such immense power?" Long Teng’s face twitched, his eyes revealing deep fear.

Ye Wudao at this moment looked like a completely different person from before, as if heaven and earth had changed places.

"I, I’ll fight you to the death!" Long Teng roared, his hands gripping the Hidden Dragon Saber, fiercely attacking Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao threw a punch, and the powerful fist wind suddenly exploded.

"Ah!" Long Teng screamed tragically, the Hidden Dragon Saber flying out of his hands, his body violently hitting the ground, completely losing his fighting strength.

Ye Wudao stretched out his hand, steadying catching the Hidden Dragon Saber falling from the sky.

"You, you’ve been hiding your strength all along?" Long Teng swallowed his saliva, his eyes filled with terror.

Ye Wudao held the Hidden Dragon Saber in one hand, his aura seemingly merging with the saber’s.

"The power of this saber is so strong!" Ye Wudao felt that the Hidden Dragon Saber contained immense power, and with his own realm, he feared he couldn’t even unleash one-tenth of its strength.

"Who, who exactly are you?" Long Teng asked in shock.

"Dead men don’t need to know so much," Ye Wudao replied coldly.

"I, my master is outside the nine-story Sword Tower acting as my protector, and he is a War Spirit Realm expert! If you kill me, he will definitely not let you off!"

Mentioning his master gave Long Teng some confidence, and he continued with his threats, "Besides, my father is the Clan Leader of the royal family; if you dare to kill me, my father will annihilate your entire clan!"

Long Teng looked arrogantly at Ye Wudao, having declared his background, boasting of a powerful master as his protector, and a father of high status backing him up!

Anybody with sense wouldn’t dare to mess with him!

Before the sound of his words could fade, Ye Wudao’s gaze filled with endless killing intent, as he swung his saber.

"Shut up!"

"No, no, don’t!" Long Teng’s pupils dilated, his blood spraying as a cross-shaped wound pierced his heart, blood continually bubbling from his mouth, his face filled with resentment as he said, "I, even as a ghost I won’t let you off..."

Before he could finish speaking, Long Teng’s neck twisted, and he died on the spot.

At the same time.

Outside the nine-story Sword Tower.

The green-robed old man acting as Long Teng’s protector suddenly heard his purple soul bell at his waist inexplicably ring.

The green-robed old man picked up the bell and saw, his pupils shrinking; "Not good, something has happened to Teng’er!"