Chapter 1012: Displaying Sword Intent

"You……can't beat it!" she said stiffly to Ye Liuyun.

"If I can't beat it, then I'll just die with you! Holding the sword is useless; better let me try. Believe me, lend me the sword, I'm confident I can win!" Ye Liuyun comforted her.

The female slave thought for a moment, then hesitantly handed the sword to Ye Liuyun.

Ye Liuyun used his Divine Sense to examine the sword, discovering it was indeed just a piece of ordinary black iron, and its crafting was extremely crude; even an ordinary martial cultivator would not use such a poor weapon.

Ye Liuyun stroked the sword all around, then planted his stance and assumed a fighting posture.

"Wait for me down below the platform!" Ye Liuyun told the female slave, fearing he might hurt her in the fight.

The female slave hesitated a moment, then shook her head and said stiffly, "I'll help you!"

It seemed she didn't often speak, so speaking was quite an effort for her.

Ye Liuyun smiled at her and comforted her: "Don't worry! Let me fight it first, so I won't hurt you when I use the sword later! If I can't continue, you can go up then, okay?"

The female slave thought, then nodded. After stepping down from the platform, she stood beside it, ready to go up and support Ye Liuyun at any moment.

She stared at Ye Liuyun with wide eyes, as if trying to memorize his appearance.

In martial cultivator society, any slave whose forehead is carved with the character for "slave" is the lowest of the low. Their worth is less than that of an ordinary ferocious beast.

They do the roughest work, never eat enough, and usually don't live past middle age.

Someone like her who can still cultivate, and is a woman, is already extremely rare.

As a slave, being beaten and scolded is just everyday fare for her.

Not having enough to eat or wear is also normal. Even fellow slaves have become indifferent, not caring about others, only looking out for their own survival.

Now a martial cultivator actually came to save her life; naturally she wants to remember his appearance.

She only wants to repay the kindness, and dares not hope for anything else.

Moreover, she has already thought that if Ye Liuyun dies in battle for her sake, she will risk everything to save him.

Seeing the female slave, bone-thin as a stick, Ye Liuyun noticed her eyes appeared especially large.

"When I fight later, you must watch closely!"

The female slave still thought Ye Liuyun wanted her to rescue him, so she nodded seriously.

The attendant stepped forward and glanced at the broken sword Ye Liuyun held.

He then confirmed with him: "Young master, are you sure you want to take this risk? The elder just said you can step down. There's no need to risk it for a female slave..."

Ye Liuyun cut off the attendant's words, clasped his fist, and said: "Thank you, sir. You helped rescue her in time; I'm already very grateful! But my mind is made up. Moreover, I have a way to defeat this black wolf; you needn't worry for me."

Seeing that he couldn't dissuade Ye Liuyun, the attendant could only retreat helplessly.

Anyway, he had done his best; if Ye Liuyun insisted on seeking death, there was nothing he could do.

In his view, Ye Liuyun had absolutely no chance of defeating the black wolf by overcoming a four-level gap.

At the same time, the stewards controlling the black wolf released it again.

The black wolf, upon catching a glimpse of Ye Liuyun's changed weapon, immediately raised its head and howled, as if proclaiming its victory in advance.

Ye Liuyun, however, gave a faint smile, raised the battle sword toward the black wolf, and provoked it.

The audience began to boo, with no one on Ye Liuyun's side.

To them, rescuing a slave was even more disgraceful than rescuing a ferocious beast.

"Brave! Too bad!"

"Black wolf, tear it apart! I've bet all my possessions on your victory!"

Most people placed their bets on the black wolf winning.

Their cultivation levels differ by four ranks; the gap is truly huge! No one thinks Ye Liuyun can win.

At most they thought Ye Liuyun would use a few petty tricks, but those basically wouldn't work against absolute strength.

At this moment, Xia Tianqiong worried for Ye Liuyun, unsure if he could handle the Sixfold Creation realm, and also doubted his intentions.

This woman didn't look particularly beautiful either.

So she felt that Ye Liuyun risking his life for this slave must have a special reason.

She couldn't stop it now, so she could only wait anxiously in place for the outcome.

The battle on the platform was about to erupt.

The black wolf launched the first attack, lunging at Ye Liuyun.

In his view, the sword in Ye Liuyun's hand posed no threat at all.

Ye Liuyun, however, flickered, swapping positions with the black wolf using spatial power; then his sword intent burst forth from his whole body!

The sword intent seed in Ye Liuyun's Sea of Consciousness, after being tempered for so long, had grown into the shape of a sword.

Even without holding a sword in his hand, he could still condense a sword from his True Essence.

He merely usually preferred using the Demon Slaying Sword or a divine artifact to enhance his attacks.

The black wolf, upon turning, immediately sensed Ye Liuyun's overbearing sword intent.

It was as if facing a Beast King, its muscles trembling uncontrollably.

Its hind legs, which were slightly bent and ready to spring forward, now even its forelegs couldn't help but buckle, wanting to lie on the ground.

"Whine," the black wolf let out a reluctant whine, resisting Ye Liuyun's sword intent with all its might.

Meanwhile, the female slave stared with wide eyes, mouth open, somewhat dumbfounded.

The sword intent Ye Liuyun displayed made her envious!

She herself also cultivated the sword, so she was highly sensitive to sword intent; she now felt Ye Liuyun might truly be able to match that ferocious beast blow for blow.

"What strong sword intent!"

The Steward Elders and disciples around the platform also personally felt this extremely strong sword intent.

Low-level disciples were immediately intimidated and stepped back several paces.

The audience too were greatly shocked by Ye Liuyun's sword intent.

They didn't know what level Ye Liuyun's blade intent had reached, but at least they all confirmed that they had never seen a Martial Cultivator stronger than Ye Liuyun's blade intent.

But most of the voices were still gamblers cursing Ye Liuyun.

Originally they thought they would win easily, but they didn't expect Ye Liuyun to spoil it.

And as Yi Dao from Ye Liuyun fell toward the black wolf, his Mysterious Origin condensed in the air into a Golden Battle Sword, bearing a golden‑red Golden Crow Holy Fire, which he cleaved down onto the black wolf.

The sword hadn't even reached the black wolf yet when it let out a whimpering sound, as if it had already foreseen being cleaved by this strike into soul‑shattering fragments.

But quickly, the will to survive made it unleash all the potential inside its body.

It clenched its teeth, mobilized True Essence, let out a low growl from its throat, and suddenly rolled to the side.

"Boom"—a deafening crash, Yi Dao from Ye Liuyun struck the arena, shaking the Formation‑protected arena into a violent tremor.