After the Ancestor Thunder Divine Light, two invincible Sword Intents appeared!
This was the invincible Sword Intent of Yang Qingtan, identical to Zhou Yan’s inheritance; yet now, it had fiercely penetrated Zhou Yan’s eyes.
Zhou Yan’s pupils contracted as his soul trembled, his entire being subjected to a brutal impact from the overwhelming invincible Sword Intent, causing turmoil in his chest aura and directly injuring him.
Zhou Yan’s gaze sharpened, and in a flash, he saw familiar faces standing before him, each with a cold expression.
Although they were all clad in Combat Armor that hid their faces, Zhou Yan could feel, through the Spirit Armor, their icy faces and ruthless eyes.
Another surge of power manifested, rotting energy that seemed to compress Heaven and Earth together, Space itself felt sealed off.
Suddenly, Zhou Yan found himself unable to move, completely immobilized on the spot.
At that moment, an old man with a nearly decaying, skeletal figure slowly emerged.
This emaciated old man was none other than the Ancestor of the Great Zhou Family who, three months earlier, had sent Zhou Yan away.
Zhou Yan’s heart, initially filled with concern, suddenly turned extraordinarily cold. There’s nothing more painful in this world than to be betrayed by one’s closest kin.
His heart was entwined with the Great Zhou Family, prepared with a wealth of resources and Spirit Crystals, ready to brave the risks to strengthen his clan. Though he did it more for his father, he certainly hadn’t forgotten the others in the family... and yet now, he was faced with this cruel scene.
Although he remembered his Master experiencing many such things, those were not Zhou Yan’s own experiences; even if he knew how cruel and heartbreaking they were, they couldn’t penetrate deeply into his spirit, and he didn’t know the true nature of those feelings.
Now, suddenly experiencing it firsthand, Zhou Yan realized he hadn’t even touched the tip of the iceberg when it came to the cruelty of this world.
"You shouldn’t have come back. After obtaining the Ancestor Blood, you should’ve used it yourself, so why return? Our Zhou Family doesn’t practice the Affectionate Sword Dao. Both your father and you, however, insisted on following it."
"Having affection, you lose the Tao. The path is one’s own to walk. The chance was given to you, and since you didn’t seize it, we can only abandon you."
The shaking old man spoke these trembling yet utterly heartless words.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan simply smiled indifferently, remaining silent.
He just looked calmly and detachedly at those wearing Spirit Armor masks, whose real faces were not revealed.
"Ancestor, you want me dead, I know. Offending the Emperor Sword Lineage, I indeed have no way out, and you can’t shoulder it, I know that too. Moreover, the Emperor Qi Sword Body is deemed unable to condense a Sword Soul in your view and requires a great deal of resources. Plus, my father has offended a powerful member of the Li Family. Logically speaking, both abandoning and killing me seem reasonable.
But Zhou Gucheng, Zhou Ying, Zhou Qianqian, Zhou Xian, and even Uncle Zhou Han, as well as brother Yang Qingtan, why do you seek my death? Have I ever wronged you?"
Zhou Yan spoke coldly.
His gaze suddenly became extremely sharp.
Even though he seemed unable to move, his piercing gaze remained icy and imposing.
"I kill you because you deserve to die! First, you slew my father at the Sacrificial Heaven Ancient City’s Blood Lake. I have found out! A son’s vengeance for his father cannot coexist under this Heaven and Earth! Any relationship we had ended the moment you killed my father!
Second, you don’t deserve the Master’s inheritance! You are not worthy. The Master adheres to a heartless Killing Dao, to prove the Tao through killing, striving for the ethos of ’Only I Am Supreme!’ You have not done so! In the Purple Mist Sea, you hid like a coward for a month when specifically called out and insulted, bringing shame and sullying our Master’s inheritance!"
Yang Qingtan was the first to step forward, ripping off the Spirit Armor from his face to reveal a resolute countenance with distinct, chiseled features that were Cold and Determined.
At this moment, he was not old, merely in his thirties, yet his eyes were cold and fierce with faint traces of wrinkles, and his black hair was streaked with white, giving him an air of agedness.
His Cultivation was unfathomably deep, his Realm unknown.
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