Chapter 201 - - Seizing the Sword

Ling Xiaotian at this time also happened to notice Han Dazhuang’s presence and suddenly said, “Damn, I wondered who it was.

It turns out to be you, the dim-witted fool.

What’s the matter?

Can’t accept it?

You brought a clown to stand up for you?”

Han Dazhuang angrily retorted, “Don’t be arrogant, Ling Xiaotian.

My brother-in-law said that you’re just trash at the Postnatal Early Stage.

You’re nothing compared to his strength at the Postnatal Mid-Stage.”

“Is Postnatal Mid-Stage supposed to be impressive?” Ling Xiaotian laughed scornfully, “Don’t be fucking naive.

Let me tell you, with this in my hand, even if you were at Postnatal Late Stage, you’d still have to kneel before me!”

As he spoke, he beckoned with his hand, and suddenly he was holding an object, a rustic longsword exuding a bone-chilling coldness.

Although he was three or four zhang away from Ling Xiaotian, Ye Haochuan could still feel the freezing air from the rustic longsword hitting him in the face.

What kind of sword is this?

Why does it seem so badass?

Ye Haochuan’s heart began to race with excitement, his eyes ablaze with the impulsive desire to make it his own.

Seemingly aware of the burning desire in his eyes, Ling Xiaotian couldn’t help but show some pride, “Do you know the origin of my sword?

Let me tell you, it’s called the Ice Soul Sword, a top-grade Talisman Sword embedded with crystal stones.

Against a piece of trash with your cultivation, it’s utterly lethal.”

Hearing this, Ye Haochuan realized why Ling Xiaotian was so confident—it turned out he had a powerful sword at his side.

“What’s the matter?

Scared?” Seeing that he wasn’t responding, Ling Xiaotian became even more arrogant.

“Scared?”

Ye Haochuan threw his head back and laughed, snorting, “I thought you had some real skills.

It turns out you’re just showing off with a top-grade Talisman Sword.”

Ling Xiaotian’s face slightly changed, thinking that this kid was too confident; could he have some incredible treasure on him as well?

Remembering that the other’s cultivation was a level higher than his own, he didn’t dare to be careless and deliberately taunted, “So what if I have a top-grade Talisman Sword?

That’s my ability.

What about you, do you have one?

If not, then shut the hell up.”

I’ve got plenty of treasures on me—let alone the Golden Silk Soft Armor, a Magic Artifact.

Just the Netherworld Holy Water alone would be more than you can handle.

Ye Haochuan sneered secretly, but to deceive the other party, he said lightly, “I don’t have one, but I have more than enough to deal with you.”

After finishing his words, he beckoned and the Mid-Grade Talisman Instrument Golden Snake Whip came to his hand.

Then, with a long chant, Ye Haochuan suddenly performed the Dragon Flight and Tiger Step, pouncing on Ling Xiaotian like a dragon or tiger.

“Fuck, starting a fight without even a warning, how utterly shameless!”

Ling Xiaotian’s face changed, he frantically swung the Ice Soul Sword to meet Ye Haochuan, who was lunging at him.

As he swung his sword, a chilling, bone-deep aura spread instantly, and the space around him for three zhang seemed to freeze over.

In fact, just as Ye Haochuan’s Golden Snake Whip reached its target, the whip tip barely entering the Ice Soul Sword’s attack range, Ye Haochuan felt the whip, psychically linked to him, suddenly invaded by an extremely strong cold Qi.

The invasion happened so fast, and as soon as the thought crossed his mind, the Golden Snake Whip suddenly became rigid as though it had been frozen by Extreme Cold Ice.

No matter how Ye Haochuan tried to psychically stimulate it, it was futile.

What was worse, the cold Qi from the whip was still spreading, targeting his palm first.

Fortunately, he retracted his hand in time, or the consequences would have been unthinkable.

Damn, the power of the Ice Soul Sword really is extraordinary!

Far from being scared, Ye Haochuan actually felt somewhat exhilarated.

Although the Ice Soul Sword was only a top-grade Talisman Instrument, and not even comparable to an ordinary Magic Artifact, the best weapon he had was the Superior Talisman Instrument Silver Crescent Blade.

If he could snatch this Ice Soul Sword, wouldn’t he gain extra strength to contend with other masters in the Postnatal Realm?

With this in mind, his coveting for the Ice Soul Sword grew even stronger.

However, he was very clear that the only thing that could be of use now was the Netherworld Holy Water he possessed.

The only way to utilize the Netherworld Holy Water was to continue feigning weakness and look for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack!

Ye Haochuan decisively brought out the Superior Talisman Instrument Silver Crescent Blade and struck fiercely.

Being a Superior Talisman Instrument, far superior to the Mid-Grade Talisman Instrument Golden Snake Whip, the moment Ye Haochuan made his move, Ling Xiaotian felt an overwhelming cold light envelop him, leaving him feeling immobilized.

Nevertheless, Ling Xiaotian was indeed no ordinary person.

He was ruthless to himself, biting his tongue on the spot.

The daze in his mind from the mesmerizing effect immediately cleared, and he stopped looking at the Silver Crescent Blade, instead facing it head-on with a counter-sword strike.

The overbearing cold Qi swept away at an inconceivable speed, instantly enveloping the Silver Crescent Blade.

However, being a superior talisman instrument, its freezing process was somewhat slower than that of the mid-grade Golden Snake Whip.

It was exactly this opportunity that Ye Haochuan seized to launch his ultimate move, bellowing, “King Yama Sword Formation!”

Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing…

Ten superior talisman swords flew out from the jadeite ring, their momentum like a rainbow, descending upon Ling Xiaotian from above!

Ling Xiaotian’s face paled in shock, “Damn it, you…

you’ve learned the martial skills of a heretical sect?”

As he spoke with a trembling voice, his face involuntarily showed a flicker of panic, for he felt that the sword array looming overhead was domineering and unstoppable, threatening to tear his body apart.

“So what?

As long as I can defeat you, it’s a good martial skill!”

Ye Haochuan snorted with disdain, while intensifying the power of the King Yama Sword Formation, he stealthily took out the Netherworld Holy Water.

There wasn’t much Netherworld Holy Water left; to ensure a direct hit, Ye Haochuan bet it all.

Ling Xiaotian, having no inkling of the imminent crisis, was brandishing the Ice Soul Sword, trying his best to cope with the threat from the King Yama Sword Formation.

The Ice Soul Sword was indeed formidable.

As each superior talisman sword collided with it, they fell like kites with broken strings.

Therefore, Ye Haochuan didn’t have much time left.

“Go!”

Ye Haochuan, with a leap and bound like a dragon rising and a tiger springing, shot forward like lightning, pouncing towards Ling Xiaotian’s back.

Ling Xiaotian was quick to react.

Feeling the murderous intent from behind, he swung his sword backwards in a counterattack, but instead of retreating, Ye Haochuan advanced even closer.

What was he doing?

Did he have a death wish?

Ling Xiaotian was taken aback, but this thought lasted only a moment.

Damn it, if you’re seeking death, who can you blame?

Without hesitation, he continued his slash at Ye Haochuan’s waist!

However, to his astonishment, when the Ice Soul Sword touched Ye Haochuan’s waist, it was like hitting a wall, unable to advance with the same unstoppable force as before!

“You…” Ling Xiaotian’s expression changed.

Ye Haochuan was secretly delighted.

He was wearing Golden Silk Soft Armor, a magic artifact.

Even the most ordinary magic artifact was incomparable to any top-grade talisman instrument.

The opportunity to seize the sword was right before him!

With a splash of the Netherworld Holy Water, the hovering Ice Soul Sword was imbued with it, immediately devouring the Spirit of Blood within.

“What is this stuff?

Why is my Ice Soul Sword almost out of control?”

Feeling the Spirit of Blood within the Ice Soul Sword rapidly draining away, Ling Xiaotian completely lost his composure.

“Haha!

Now, let’s see how you keep up your arrogance?”

Ye Haochuan laughed incessantly, making swift moves with the Nine Tyrant Dragons Fist, striking with Dragon Claw Thousands of Miles.

Ling Xiaotian could no longer keep control, and the Ice Soul Sword, as if pulled by a strong suction, slipped from his grasp and landed in Ye Haochuan’s hand.

“Damn, nice sword, nice sword, from now on, this Ice Soul Sword is mine!”

Ye Haochuan’s wish was fulfilled, and his heart thumped wildly with excitement.

Without further ado, he dripped blood onto it, and before long, he felt a spiritual connection with the Ice Soul Sword once again.

From that moment, the Ice Soul Sword had completely become the possession of Ye Haochuan.