The Steward Demonic Emperor

Chapter 1002, Upheaval

Translator: StarReader

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Whoosh!

A black lightning cut the heavens as Bali Yuyu grasped the black sword.

Blackness seeped into the scorching world around, giving it eerie hues and vibes. Along with it came creepy sounds, like that of demons, fearful and horrifying.

Bali Yuyu stared at the humming sword agape. She could feel its power, its spirit, no less the likes of Patriarch’s Sundering Sword and Murong Lie’s Decimating Sword.

This was a divine weapon!

[But which land did it belong to? Why haven’t I heard of it before? Was there a strange divine weapon with black lines among the five divine weapons?]

Murong Lie’s brow shook in disbelief. The Decimating Sword in his hand started humming as well.

Filled with rage from meeting its archenemy.

“What’s going on with the Decimating Sword?” Looking at the shaking sword in his hand, Murong Lie frowned and his eyes shone, “What had the divine weapon so excited? It didn’t act like this before, even when meeting other divine weapons. So why now…”

Zhuo Fan, however, knew the reason.

The divine weapon got incensed at the appearance of the demonic sword because it was once the Vaulting Sword, having changed its looks with the new resident sword spirit.

The great five sacred weapons had been forged together and now two met to find one unrecognizable. Even people would be too shocked for words.

Lucky the sword spirits couldn’t talk or the Vaulting Sword would’ve spat fire, “Who the hell are you, bastard, to rob my brother’s home? Where is my brother?”

“He-he-he, six feet under.”

“How did he die?”

“Master wiped him out since he didn’t listen to reason…”

And that was how it went.

With a creepy smirk, Zhuo Fan tuned into the two swords’ alternate humming, supplying his own melodramatic script to fit them.

[No matter how hostile the swords are, their wielders have no clue whatsoever.]

“You have a divine sword now, so don’t just stand there, attack!”

The sword humming had the two stunned for a moment and Zhuo Fan’s shout pierced their confusion.

Bali Yuyu shook and then grinned at the demonic sword, feeling her spirits lifted. She now had the means to give Murong Lie the fight he wanted.

[With both of us having divine swords, no one can tell the outcome.]

Bali Yuyu pushed her power through the divine sword and the humming intensified until an energy shot out of its tip and into the clouds above.

It was a veritable thunderstorm now, with billowing winds and flashes of silver having replaced the predominant scarlet skies. The lightning and the sword energy mixed, spreading around and ripping apart the red clouds of fire.

The world had changed once more in mere seconds. Even though the area wasn’t that huge, a third of the fire clouds were gone. This proved Bali Yuyu now had the power to outlive the next ten strikes.

While Murong Lie’s dominating position had crumbled with the loss of control over the skies.

The two wielded divine swords, cutting any chance of making such a battle short…

Grinning, Zhuo Fan waved and kept walking off with Qiao’er, “You two take your time and have fun. I’ll be going now, ha-ha-ha…”

Murong Lie’s face twitched, furious as he watched Zhuo Fan slip away. Then he turned to his opponent and her evil smile with a sigh.

“This is going to take some time…”

“Yeah, there’s no way ten moves are enough, not even a hundred, he-he-he…”

Bali Yuyu beamed, rushing Murong Lie, “Clan Head, I’ve yet to use a divine sword in my life, so now that I have an opponent to match, be sure to go for a couple of rounds with me, ha-ha-ha…”

[Curses, now I’m reduced to being a sparring partner!]

Murong Lie’s face fell and sighed despite the excited Bali Yuyu coming at him in force.

Murong Lie knew there was no stopping Zhuo Fan now and didn’t feel like fighting. Though Bali Yuyu found herself with a divine sword for the first time and was too excited not to take it up for a spin, or two.

One disappointed man and one excited woman clashed in a devastating battle.

The world shook, the ground quaked, lightning roiled and an inferno backed the skies. This Sword King level fight now got a boost in the form of divine swords, unleashing an upheaval upon the world around them, as if the end of days was upon this wretched world.

Everything ceased to exist wherever the two ended up crossing swords, with plenty of other places ending up wrecked from just their auras.

Such a battle had never been witnessed before, especially if one was sensible enough to care for their lives in front of such relentless destruction and onslaught.

Murong Xue and Zhui’er scrambled away the instant they knew things were about to go down, not even sparing a glance back at the incredible, and equally deadly, display of raw power. The explosions alone could deafen them permanently.

Though even the speedy escape proved to be slow, as many times they were about to be engulfed in the aftermath of a one too strong clash, and remain here forever as corpses.

Zhuo Fan vanished as the smoke and dust grew prevalent, giving Murong Xue no chance to find him.

The battle had the added benefit of wiping his trail, with everyone stuck in finding out just who this mystery man was…

Ahead of the billowing smoke stopped a carriage and Zhuo Fan got in with Qiao’er before it went on its way.

The guards glanced at Zhuo Fan then at the upheaval outside with shock and doubt, “Holy hell, sir, what happened? We just finished our business in Galefrost Town and a hail of icicles struck, forcing us to flee. Then, just like sir said, the whole town got wrecked and we were worried about your safety. And now the world is going for destruction, with the skies filled with lightning and fire.”

“Nothing to be concerned about, you just drive the carriage. Frigid Rain Sword King is only fighting Murong Lie.” Zhuo Fan dismissed his worry with a smile.

The others gasped at the news, “Ardent Sun Sword God Murong Lie?! How on earth did you meet him? What happened?”

“It’s nothing, just got in his sights…” Zhuo Fan made light of things once more but then he coughed blood.

The others were panicking, “Sir!”

“Father, you…” Qiao’er was worried.

Zhuo Fan eased a breath and slipped a pill in his mouth from his ring, “It’s fine. I just settled a favor. We can go now.”

Qiao’er knew the truth and sighed, hugging him in worry.

The world around them still shook a lot, the shockwaves from two Sword Kings battling spreading destruction in every direction.

Only a carriage pulled by four panicking 3rd level spiritual beasts was left…

Ten days later.

The wind and snow battered the road, with a sudden person flashing before a speeding carriage, easily slipping inside.

Seeing who was back, everyone lit up, “Miss Yuyu, you’re finally back. Sir had been worried about you all this time, ha-ha-ha…”

“Worried?”

Looking at the pale Zhuo Fan, Bali Yuyu smirked, “He’s better off looking after himself. He’s the one hurt here, judging by that ashen face, right?”

Zhuo Fan smiled, “My soul got a slight wound and will be fine in a month.

“Tch, idiot.” Bali Yuyu shook her head, mocking him, “You just had to use your soul against Murong Xue now look where it got you. Of course your soul will be damaged from her attack.”

Zhuo Fan chuckled, “I wanted to return the favor, and the only way to do that was by taking her fatal blow.”