Chapter 564: The Ten Calamities of the Evil King, Sword Worship Villa

Yu Liancheng's hand pressed against the sword case, and a humming vibration emanated from within, as if it felt excited at the prospect of soon drinking its enemy's blood.

Bang!

A burst of force was released.

The Divine Stone Blade Armor suddenly opened.

A violent and ferocious aura surged out along with it.

This violent aura was many times more tyrannical than it had ever been before.

It was like a wild beast that had been locked in a box, starving for days, only to then see its most craved delicacy. It seemed eager to pounce out and have a good feast.

But under Yu Liancheng's deliberate control, what flew out was not the Great Evil King, but the strange hidden weapon embedded upon the Great Evil King: "Kuang Xie."

Kuang Xie suddenly transformed into a streak of red light, shooting toward Wu Wudi with such speed that it was impossible to capture with the naked eye.

With a scream, Wu Wudi's left shoulder was pierced through by Kuang Xie.

Stained with fresh blood, Kuang Xie spun in mid-air and flew back onto the Great Evil King, letting the Great Evil King have a taste of its peerless nemesis's blood.

Boom!

In an instant, the Great Evil King erupted with red light, radiating an aura that boded ill for heaven and earth.

This peerless evil blade finally regained its fighting spirit, carrying a blood-red glow that made one's heart tremble.

Especially that strange hidden weapon "Kuang Xie"—Kuang Xie was a fragment of the divine weapon Nu Pi Xie from the days of Yun Dingtian; it looked like a bizarre smiling face, yet only the upper half remained. Now, bathed in fresh blood, that smiling face seemed to become increasingly vivid and even more eerie, as if it had come alive, mocking all living things.

At the same time, Yu Liancheng could perceive that the Great Evil King seemed to have established a connection with an indescribable existence in the void.

Immediately, his eyes lit up, and he poured his True Qi into the Great Evil King.

Suddenly, Yu Liancheng felt his body become very light.

Lighter than a feather, so light that it felt as if he could fly away at any moment.

Following that, he indeed began to float.

But there was still a figure identical to him holding the Great Evil King, standing beside the carriage.

It turned out that under the blessing of the Great Evil King, his Primordial Spirit had undergone Exiting Aperture.

Afterward, as if pulled by something, the Primordial Spirit flew away; the scene before his eyes changed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived before a blood-red gate.

The gate was seven or eight zhang high, carved with countless evil ghosts that were lifelike, ferocious, and terrifying. It even emitted the sound of ghosts wailing and wolves howling that made one's heart tremble, as if they might come alive at any moment and devour Yu Liancheng, this uninvited guest.

Yu Liancheng still held the Great Evil King in his hand; the Great Evil King flashed with red light, and the blood-red gate swung open with a boom.

And within that gate was the legendary—Jiukong Wujie.

Yu Liancheng threw himself into Jiukong Wujie without hesitation.

Nine-Empty Boundless World is one of the small worlds surrounding the Wind and Cloud world; after entering Nine-Empty Boundless World, one can view the events of the past and present, reproducing situations that have already occurred or are currently occurring, and even deduce the future.

In a certain sense, Jiukong Wujie possesses a portion of the capabilities of the Heaven-Crying Scripture, and is even more outstanding than the Heaven-Crying Scripture.

Besides that, using the Great Evil King to enter Jiukong Wujie means that no matter how long one stays in Jiukong Wujie, in the outside world, it is only an instant, so there is no need to worry about the physical body being harmed.

With a flicker before his eyes, the setting sun like blood, Yu Liancheng had arrived on a cliff.

And on this cliff, two people were dueling, fighting until the sky grew dark and the sun and moon lost their light.

One of them was exceptionally ferocious, and the blade he held was none other than the Great Evil King.

Although Yu Liancheng did not recognize the other person, he quickly guessed the other's identity through the "Wuer Blade Technique" the opponent was wielding.

These two people before him must be Yun Dingtian, who had fallen into the path of the Demon in a single thought, and the Wu family ancestor, Wu Wuer.

These two peerless swordsmen were locked in combat, one righteous and one evil, a truly desperate duel; its brilliance was in no way inferior to the battle between Yu Liancheng and Wu Wudi.

Moreover, Wu Wudi and Yu Liancheng were merely sparring, not engaging in a life-or-death struggle.

These two, however, were filled with cruel killing intent, holding the determination and will to perish with their enemy, every move intended to take life, solely to slay their opponent.

Yu Liancheng drifted to the side, watching this world-shaking battle. Nine-Empty Boundless World reflects the shadows of the Wind and Cloud world and can be used to observe past events without being easily detected by those within the reflection.

Of course, with the exception of some supreme experts.

In the original timeline, Juexin relied on the Great Evil King to watch the Sword Saint's Jian Twenty-Three, only to be discovered by the Sword Saint, and under the world-destroying Sword Twenty-Three, he nearly lost his life.

But for Yu Liancheng, wanting to hide his aura was simple, not to mention that these two had already focused all their attention on their opponent; how could they possibly notice him?

This battle lasted for ten days and ten nights, until Wu Wuer created a miraculous move on the spot called "Wrath of the Firmament"; this move followed the mandate of heaven and drew down heavenly thunder, finally defeating Yun Dingtian, but unfortunately, Wu Wuer died of exhaustion, and in the end, Yun Dingtian also committed suicide by slitting his own throat.

Swish!

At the very moment Yun Dingtian slit his throat, Yu Liancheng broke free from Jiukong Wujie and woke up in reality.

At the same time, the first evil art most suited to the Great Evil King, created by Yun Dingtian—the Ten Calamities of the Evil King—also flooded into his mind.

First Calamity: Heaven-Crying Extinction.

Second Calamity: Duanfo Wangdao.

Third Calamity: Four Voids of Defeat.

Fourth Calamity: Reincarnation of the Six Paths.

Fifth Calamity: Mofan Banruo.

Sixth Calamity: Kuang Xie Overturning Heaven.

Seventh Calamity: Thunder Moving the Nine Heavens.

Eighth Calamity: Four Calamities Returning to One.

Ninth Calamity: Wanjie Qiongcan.

Tenth Calamity: Jue'e Buxie.

Just as Yu Liancheng attained enlightenment regarding the Evil King, the sky, which had been clear as if washed, was suddenly covered by a sheet of ink-black clouds; muffled thunder rolled, and a moment later, wisps of red threads descended from the sky.

It was raining in the world—a rain of blood.

It was as if the heavens themselves were grieving over the birth of the Ten Calamities of the Evil King.

Yu Liancheng, however, chuckled, packed the roaring, snarling, and malevolent Great Evil King into the sword case, looked at Wu Wudi, who was panting as he woke from the illusion, and smiled: "You lost."

Wu Wudi clutched his wound, his forehead already covered in a dense layer of cold sweat; only then did he realize he had fallen into an illusion, and all his previous disarray had surely been seen by his opponent.

He was silent for a long moment, then slowly spat out three words: "Very well, I have lost."

When these three words were spoken, Wu Wudi let out a long breath, as if a stone that had been pressing on his chest had been moved away. He had originally thought he would never be able to say these three words.

Even if he were to die, he would not.

But he suddenly discovered that it did not seem difficult to let the three words out; instead, it was as if a burden had been unloaded.

Yu Liancheng sat in the carriage, and at his signal, the coachman had already driven the horses to slowly depart, yet a voice drifted over slowly.

"Wu Wudi, I will not kill you. Remember, you owe me a life. I will wait for you, wait for you to fight me again. That Ten Martial Daos is still far from reaching its end; do not disappoint me."

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Baijian Villa.

This was a power with immense prestige in the Edo, having stood in the Edo for a hundred years with a resounding reputation.

The villa was famous for forging swords, and among the martial artists who wielded weapons, those who used swords were the majority; who would not want a Peerless Divine Weapon to roam the world?

It is just a pity that in recent years, Baijian Villa has also declined, for various reasons, such as the old villa master dying for no reason, and the young villa master still being young...

But a dead camel is still bigger than a horse, not to mention that this Baijian Villa still had that expert known as "Jian Mo"; as long as that Demon remained, this Baijian Villa could not be completely ruined.

There were also rumors that Baijian Villa was forging a peerless sword.

If this sword were completed, Baijian Villa would once again stand at the pinnacle of the martial arts world.

However, today, this sword-forging family, which had always been independent and never a vassal to other forces, had to lower its noble head to welcome the arrival of one person.

This person was—the Terror of Terror, Yu Liancheng.

Without a doubt, when it comes to the prominent figures of today, none could compare to this person.

He himself was mysterious and unfathomable, learned in both ancient and modern times, and a single decree of terror had thrown the Edo into chaos. His martial arts were so profound they approached the God-like; he defeated the Sword Saint in two moves and killed a thousand men with one sword. Now he had taken over Wushuang City, standing on equal footing with Xiongba's World Association, and even faintly suppressing them. His power and influence were so great that no one else could be thought of.

Such a person, who in the world would not respect him? Who would not fear him?

Therefore, since receiving the invitation three days ago, the entire Baijian Villa had been busy preparing for the arrival of Yu Liancheng today.

In front of Baijian Villa.

There was a woman with an elegant charm and a voluptuous figure, wearing a light veil that covered her peerless face, revealing only a pair of very beautiful eyes. But that pair of eyes was always shrouded in a layer of mist and veil, as if hiding countless sad pasts. She was holding a child with a rebellious expression, and behind her were the members of Baijian Villa, waiting for that person's arrival.

"Mother, the sun outside is scorching, let's go inside and wait."

The child was a bit impatient. He and Lady Ao were standing in the front row, and at this time the sun was high, baking him quite badly. If it weren't for his mother pulling him and showing a stern expression, he probably would have slipped away long ago.

"Tian'er, City Lord Yu is a top-tier figure in the Edo, stirring up winds and clouds, rivaling Gods and Demons. Not to mention that our Baijian Villa is currently declining, even in its prime, we could not afford to provoke such a person. As the heir to Baijian Villa, for the sake of the villa, no matter what happens, you must endure it, let alone just standing here for a while." Lady Ao said to him gently.

"Mother, no matter how powerful that person is, can he really surpass Master Jian Mo's Severed Pulse Sword Qi? Besides, once our Baijian Villa's Peerless Good Sword is forged, never mind Wushuang City or the World Association, they will all submit under the banner of our Baijian Villa." Although the child's face was childish, his tone was extremely arrogant and wild.

"Tian'er, silence..."

Lady Ao frowned.

How could such a secret as the Peerless Good Sword be spoken of in public?

As for that Jian Mo, Lady Ao wished she could drink his blood and eat his flesh, but it was hateful that Baijian Villa now had to rely on him. And her son, not knowing what Jian Mo had done, recognized a thief as his father, which made her heart ache even more.

"City Lord Yu has arrived."

And just at this moment, a carriage with the two characters "Wushuang" embroidered on the curtain slowly drove toward Baijian Villa.

When the carriage stopped in front of Baijian Villa, Lady Ao and the disciples bowed and said: "Baijian Villa respectfully welcomes the arrival of City Lord Yu." The young villa master Aotian, who was originally full of arrogance, could not withstand his mother's stern gaze and had no choice but to bow as well.

A voice slowly sounded from the carriage: "Rise."

These mere three words possessed both a misty, unfathomable quality and the dominance to decide the fate of the world and laugh at Gods and Demons. Based on these three words alone, Lady Ao was certain that the person in the carriage was undoubtedly Yu Liancheng.

The disciples of Baijian Villa rose one after another, but they appeared even more respectful.

Even the rebellious Aotian, under this pressure, lowered his head and only dared to scan the inside of the carriage with his peripheral vision.

"Roar!" A burst of roaring suddenly came from the carriage, exploding in the ears of the people at Baijian Villa. They suddenly felt a chill all over their bodies; the roar sounded just like a fierce ghost howling, carrying a thick, viscous aura of ferocity. Faintly, everyone felt as if there was an indescribable monster hidden in the carriage, ready to choose someone to devour at any moment.

Lady Ao's legs went soft, and Aotian's face turned pale, nearly sitting on the ground.

"Hehe, Great Evil King, this is your destiny, and it is also your glory. Obediently accept your fate."

That voice that decided the fate of the world sounded again; although it was not deafening, it carried an incredible magic.

The roaring sound of the fierce ghost-like monster gradually subsided, but that intense unwillingness and resentment could be clearly felt even by the people of Baijian Villa.

Soon, a flawless hand lifted the carriage curtain.

Two people stepped out of the carriage one after another.

One big and one small; the small one was still struggling to hold a glowing blade box.

——The Terror of Terror, has arrived.

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