After Being Reborn, I Refuse To Be The Holy Son Of The Sect Anymore

Chapter 76:

Gui Yijian could never have imagined that the person chasing after him would be Xiao Yang.

Although Xiao Yang was the Holy Son of the Qingyang Sword Sect and a prodigy in swordsmanship, in Gui Yijian’s eyes, Xiao Yang was nothing more than an ant at the Tianwu Realm.

“Xiao Yang, you’ve truly chosen to walk into hell when there was a road to heaven!” Gui Yijian sneered as he stared at Xiao Yang.

The corners of Xiao Yang’s mouth curved into a cold smile as he looked at the man before him.

Gui Yijian was in a pitiful state. His right arm was severed at the shoulder, leaving a gruesome wound. It was evident that the arm had been torn off by the sharp claws of the Crimson Flame Fire Lin Beast. His body was covered in claw marks, some so deep that bone was visible.

“With such severe injuries, it’s amazing you can still laugh,” Xiao Yang said, his tone laced with sarcasm as he gazed at Gui Yijian.

“Haha! Why wouldn’t I laugh? You must have taken that fruit, didn’t you?” Gui Yijian’s laughter grew even more frenzied.

“What fruit?” Xiao Yang replied with a faint smile.

“Hmph! At that time, only you and your three companions were near the magma lake. Among the three of you, your cultivation is the highest. The other two are mere novices at the Shentong Realm. Only you could have taken that fruit without anyone noticing,” Gui Yijian retorted with a sneer.

“You’re forgetting someone—your nephew was there too,” Xiao Yang said, folding his arms and observing Gui Yijian.

“Hmph! That useless nephew of mine isn’t capable of such a feat,” Gui Yijian dismissed the idea disdainfully.

“Even if I have the fruit, so what?” Xiao Yang finally admitted.

“Kid, I must admire your courage. A mere Tianwu Realm cultivator dares act so arrogantly before me, a Shenwu Realm expert. Are you insane?” Gui Yijian didn’t take Xiao Yang seriously at all. Even in his injured state, he was confident he could easily defeat Xiao Yang.

“You seem awfully confident,” Xiao Yang said with a faint smile.

“To kill you, one sword strike is enough!” Gui Yijian declared. 

With a thought, sword intent emanated from his body, enveloping the space within a three-zhang radius, including Xiao Yang.

This was the manifestation of martial intent. For sword cultivators, it was sword intent; for fist masters, it was fist intent; for blade users, it was blade intent; and for spear wielders, it was spear intent. The space within the reach of martial intent was called the martial domain. For sword cultivators, this domain was referred to as the sword domain.

On the Yuanwu Continent, only martial experts at the Shenwu Realm could cultivate martial intent.

“Hand over the True Phoenix Nirvana Fruit, and perhaps I’ll let you keep your corpse intact,” Gui Yijian said arrogantly.

Xiao Yang shook his head helplessly and chuckled.

“You’re laughing even when you’re about to die?” Gui Yijian’s expression darkened. He raised his left hand, and a flying sword appeared before him, pointing directly at Xiao Yang. The chilling sword energy filled the three-zhang sword domain.

“I’m laughing at your stupidity. Don’t you wonder why I, alone, would dare to chase you?” Xiao Yang said, flashing a smile that revealed his white teeth.

“What?” Gui Yijian was momentarily stunned. Indeed, why would a Tianwu Realm sword master knowingly confront a Shenwu Realm expert? Was Xiao Yang seeking death?

It didn’t make sense. Xiao Yang was the Holy Son of the Qingyang Sword Sect, possessing the True Sun Sacred Body and extraordinary sword talent. His future was boundless. Why would he court death?

A sense of foreboding filled Gui Yijian.

“Let me show you what true sword intent looks like,” Xiao Yang declared, forming a sword seal with his right hand as he prepared to strike.

“Haha! Are you trying to make me die of laughter? An ant at the Tianwu Realm speaking of sword intent in front of me?” Gui Yijian burst into laughter.

“Die!” Gui Yijian no longer wasted words. His flying sword transformed into a golden sword light and shot toward Xiao Yang. Within his sword domain, Gui Yijian was the undisputed ruler, while Xiao Yang was nothing more than prey awaiting slaughter.

The thought of obtaining the True Phoenix Nirvana Fruit filled Gui Yijian with excitement. This legendary divine medicine could not only grant a century of cultivation but also heal his injuries, allowing him to break through to the Shengwu Realm. Achieving the Shengwu Realm would elevate both him and the Guiyuan Martial Sect, granting them unparalleled influence.

Gui Yijian’s flying sword gained momentum as it neared Xiao Yang. Just as it was about to strike, Xiao Yang raised his sword seal. Instantly, the flying sword froze mid-air.

A surge of overwhelming sword intent erupted from Xiao Yang, shattering Gui Yijian’s sword domain. A mightier sword domain emerged, engulfing Gui Yijian entirely.

“No…” Gui Yijian’s face paled with terror. How could this be? Xiao Yang, a mere Tianwu Realm cultivator, had cultivated sword intent far superior to his own. Trapped within Xiao Yang’s sword domain, Gui Yijian was immobilized.

Xiao Yang smirked coldly and advanced toward Gui Yijian step by step. 

With a single tap on Gui Yijian’s flying sword, it shattered in mid-air.

“Ugh!” Gui Yijian spat out blood.

“Don’t kill me…” Gui Yijian begged in agony.

Xiao Yang ignored him and continued to approach. Gui Yijian was on the verge of collapse, paralyzed by fear. Watching Xiao Yang lift his sword-sealed fingers and point them at his forehead, Gui Yijian could do nothing. He experienced an unprecedented level of despair.

Xiao Yang intentionally prolonged the moment, torturing Gui Yijian with the anticipation of death. A man who had killed countless others now tasted the fear of impending doom.

When Xiao Yang’s sword seal finally pierced Gui Yijian’s forehead, the latter was so terrified he lost control of his bodily functions.

“You’re nothing but an ant in my eyes,” Xiao Yang said. With a surge of sword energy, Gui Yijian’s head was pierced, and he collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

Even in death, Gui Yijian couldn’t believe he had been slain by someone he had deemed insignificant.

Xiao Yang searched Gui Yijian’s body and found a spatial bag. Opening the sealed bag, a dazzling array of treasures appeared, nearly blinding him with their brilliance.

Xiao Yang was overjoyed. The bag contained a space about the size of a room, filled with various cultivation resources.

“Audacious thief! How dare you kill a mighty expert of the Guiyuan Martial Sect?” A thunderous voice boomed from behind Xiao Yang.