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Imperial God Emperor Chapter 446

465 - Crepe Myrtle Sword

465 – Crepe Myrtle Sword

        

    The assassin had not even imagined that his sword strike that he had planned carefully even at the risk of lowering his status, would be perfectly dealt with by Ye Qingyu with that dream-like battle technique. What was even more terrifying was that, in that instant, he was struck back instead. A surge of cold yuan qi was destroying his body from the inside, causing him not help but spit out blood.

    Ye Qingyu lifted his hand, and there were constant moves that were unendingly being exhibited.

    The assassin let out an angry roar, and the long sword in his hand that was resplendent like autumn water exploded with a light. Tight and clusterested formation swords were like the thousands of rays of sunlight shooting out, layer after layer, completely submerging and covering over Ye Qingyu.

    "Hahaha…"

    There was still the mockery, like a Fiendgod laughing at a deity. Ye Qingyu's figure once again inexplicably turned into a silver white mist instantly. The thousand rays of sword light that struck to kill destroyed this mist image, but sword after sword just struck thin air.

    "Dissolution?"

    In the eyes of many people, there was shock appearing.

    The next instant, Ye Qingyu's figure appeared instantly behind the assassin, his cold ice sword image striking out to kill.

    The reaction of this person was exceedingly fast. His figure retreated explosively, and he lifted his hand to block.

    Ding!

    As the swords met, there was a crisp sound that resounded.

    But the ice sword mirage only halted for a brief moment, then it went incorporeal. It passed by through the blocking long sword of that person, and in the moment it struck that person's body, it once again turned solid.

    "Ah…" That person let out a shout, the yuan qi protecting around his body madly flickering. It forcibly received that sword, and there was a faint trace of a wound left behind by that ice sword.

    "Damn!"

    That person shouted, his yuan qi madly activating. The autumn water long sword in his hand let out a incomparably strange energy, a powerful sword technique being activated. It instantly wanted to crush Ye Qingyu's figure into pieces.

    But at this time, what it crushed was once again mist.

    In that instant, Ye Qingyu's figure once again turned incorporeal, transforming into silver mist.

    That person's sword art was incomparably terrifying, but it landed on air. There was not the slightest of effect. What it crushed and slice apart was only air.

    Ye Qingyu's figure once again inexplicably appeared behind the assassin, the ice yuan qi sword once again striking out.

    The reaction of the asssassin could not be said to be slow, and his strength could not be known as not strong. His cultivation was even higher than Ye Qingyu. However, when his move failed, he was instantly put on the backfoot. He was completely suppressed by that mysterious and unfathomable battle technique Ye Qingyu had. He was at a complete disadvantage.

    Ye Qingyu's figure was sometimes real and sometimes incorporeal, as if he was a ghost or spirit. That mist changed between his true body at will, from real to incorporeal, incorporeal to real. The profoundness of it's activation all depended on the heart. Furthermore, the ice sword mirage activated by the [Human King Sword Mantra] could also change form between real and incorporeal, Ye Qingyu was at a state where even deities and ghosts could not guess at.

    That person had never seen such a mysterious and strange technique before. In such a situation, it was like he was the poor bastard that was being assassinated, and Ye Qingyu was like a cold bloody assassin that appeared and disappeared like a ghost.

    By the side.

    Aunt Heng had originally prepared herself to support Ye Qingyu, but seeing such a scene, there was a trace of shock that appeared in her beautiful and gentle eyes. She stood by the side, observing if there was any changes occurring silently.

    The surprises that Ye Qingyu had given her was too many.

    After the battle had gone on for less than fifteen minutes of time, the aura on Ye Qingyu's body gradually became more and more vigourous as the yuan qi constantly ascended. Double, three times… as if it would never end. 

    The assassin was placed on the backfoot.

    "Damn you…" His hatred was aroused, a viciousness flashing through his eyes. Just what sort of person was he, to attack someone of the younger generation in an ambush was already a humiliation. But to think he was forced into a desperate situation. Under his humiliation and rage, he was about to use a killing technique that would also harm the user, when suddenly, his body froze without any prior signs.

    Bang!

    There was a vast energy exploding within his body.

    Xiu!

    A sword light passed by.

    His head suddenly flew up.

    The ice mirage sword in Ye Qingyu's hand shuddered, flicking slightly. The black cloth covering that person's face was sent flying out, exposing a handsome and mature face filled with disconcert and disbelief.

    At that moment, Ye Qingyu suddenly felt that person was somewhat familiar.

    But before he could think of who it was, there were tens of figures that surrounded him from all sides, pressuring him.

     “You vicious and cruel junior. You forced Li Qiushiu to his death, but to think that today you would do such a poisonous thing. You've even killed Li Jinyang, Patriarch of the Crepe Myrtle Sect. You are really evil and fearful, us, the Three Schools and Three Sects will no longer let you commit your crime," a figure said righteously.

    Ye Qingyu heard this, then suddenly understood.

    No wonder the person's face that was just killed was so familiar. So it was because it looked extremely like Li Qiushui of that past, but just more matured and older compared to him, with a beard… so that person, was Li Qiushiu's father, the current Patriarch of the Crepe Myrtle Sect, Li Jinyang…

    Ye Qingyu waved his hand.

    Shreds of silver mist, like soaring dragons, began shooting out from the body of Li Jinyang and into Ye Qingyu's palm. It turned into a pale silver flame that began dancing between his palms and fingers.

    In the midst of battle, Li Jinyang had already been cut by the ice mirage sword in Ye Qingyu's hand numerous times.

    For such external wounds, it did not matter much for an expert at Li Jinyang's level. But he did not realize that apart from the injuries, the power of ice had already slowly entered into his body. This was especially so because the power of the [Supreme Ice Flame] was hidden within. After it had accumulated to a certain extent, as soon as it was activated by Ye Qingyu, it was enough to completely freeze his body.

    This was the reason why Li Jinyang's body had stiffened in the moment of his death.

    Adding to this, the last killing strike of the [Flowing Shadow Kill]… 

    Ye Qingyu looked at Li Jinyang's corpse, slightly shaking his head.

    This person could be counted as a master of a generation, but he did not teach his son well. Li Qiushiu had fallen into the wrong path, and he himself, as a Patriarch, would have launched a sneak attack. For him to appear here today, it was evident that he had already aligned with the Right Minister, and abandoned his sect. He did not kill him in vain.

    However, this person was still a master within the Human Race.

    Ye Qingyu let out a sigh, his finger flicking out.

    A shred of [Supreme Ice Flame] shot out, landing on the head of the corpse of Li Jinyang. It began burning, instantly incinerating the corpse. The corpse turned into a thin wisp of smoke that disappeared in the world.

    It was only that the sword that was like autumn water, let out a faint silver radiance under the burning of the [Supreme Ice Flame]. It did not dissolve.

    "Evildoer, you berserk madman. To think that you would not even let go of the corpse of Patriarch Li…" there was a cold light flashing by in the eyes of everyone. With a loud shout, a bolt of lightning charged at him, wanting to take back the longsword that was evidently not ordinary.  

    Ye Qingyu let out a cold sneer. His palm formed a claw, striking out in front of him, grabbing at the air.

    the [Supreme Ice Flame] along with the autumn water long sword flew back, landing into Ye Qingyu's palm.

    "You are looking to die." Seeing that he had missed, this person was enraged, and struck towards Ye Qingyu.

    Ye Qingyu, with the autumn water long sword in his hand, struck back.

    Che!

    A sword intent was activated. It sliced apart the air like a knife through butter, incomparably sharp.

    The person charging was struck. With a low grunt, he was sent flying backwards.

    Ye Qingyu did not pay attention. He lowered his gaze on the body of the autumn water long sword in his hand, and could not help but let out a sigh of appreciation.

    This sword was approximately a palm's width thick, with the body of the blade somewhat simple. The tip of the sword was an oval, its arc graceful and elegant, like limpid autumn water running through a mountain stream, bright and beautiful without the slightest of imperfections. It was evidently made from high class materials, and was absolutely made from a formation smith at the grandmaster level. The handle of the sword was in the shape of a purple star, it's hilt the size of a little child’s arm. The lines were clearly defined, with a faint cold will spreading about, which could increase the resistance and made holding the sword even more stable.  

    On its flat and smooth blade, there was two characters etched onto it.

    It was namely [Crepe Myrtle].

    Seeing this, Ye Qingyu understood.

    This sword was namely the treasured sword of the Crepe Myrtle Sect, the Crepe Myrtle sword.

    But it was a pity for Li Jinyang. No matter whether it was his weapon or his cultivation, it was better compared to Ye Qingyu. Because of a moment of carelessness, he was killed by the [Flowing Shadow Kill] and the [Human King Sword Mantra], these two secret techniques. He really was completely misfortunate.

    Just by faintly inserting his qi into the Crepe Myrtle sword, Ye Qingyu could feel the yuan qi running unrestrainedly, without any restrictions. The long sword faintly seemed to become part of his own body, and was able to be used as he pleased.

    Ye Qingyu tutted in admiration.

    The smoothness of the yuan qi flow through this sword was absolutely the number one out of all the weapons Ye Qingyu had seen to date. Compared to the [Little Shang] sword and the [Beheading Wind] sword, the yuan channels were much better. All his previous weapons had no way of withstanding Ye Qingyu's full power inserting into them. Once the yuan qi inserted into them was too vast, the body of the swords would instantly collapse.

    This really was a divine sword.

    This was at least a weapon of the Dao tool class.

    This sword had originally belonged to Li Jinyang, but with his death, the restriction of his consciousness instantly weakened by more than half. When Ye Qingyu held it in his hands, the body of the sword shuddered, as if it was about to fly out from his palm.

    After all, it was the treasured tool fo the Crepe Myrtle Sect. There were restrictions placed on it by numerous generations of Patriarchs of the Crepe Myrtle, so it was not so easily tamed.

    "Ye Qingyu, you evil and crazy human scum. You killed someone for their treasure, without any sense of shame. Quickly return the Crepe Myrtle sword." The previous person that attempted to take the sword had a face of rage. Deep in his eyes, there was a light of humiliation flashing alone with greed as he shouted."

    “That’s right, in the past, at Youyan Pass, I thought this person's killing heart was too heavy. He would fall into the path of the killing demon. Seeing the scene today, such a result has indeed happened." Another white-haired old man with a long beard said coldly, "I should have exterminated this little beast then. Today, his feathers are fully grown, so he is not as easy to handle." 

    "Hehe, today let's act together and kill this little demon king. Then it’s not too late." Another person sneered, activating his yuan power. In his eyes, there was a killing intent festering.

    "That's right, against such mad evildoers, we do not have to care about martial etiquette or righteousness. Everyone, act together and crush him into powder," the person who had acted to grab the sword said with a sinister smile. "Kill him and take back the Crepe Myrtle sword. For such a treasured tool, how could it fall into the hands of this killing demon."

   

Imperial God Emperor

Imperial God Emperor

IGE, Immortal God Emperor, Ngự Thiên Thần Đế, 御天神帝
Score 8.5
Status: Completed Type: Author: , , , Released: 2015 Native Language: Chinese
Ye Qingyu, since the death of his parents four years ago, has been laughed at by the entire Deer city. Little do people know, he has just been biding his time for the entire four years. With the White Deer academy selection just around the corner, can he shut the mouths of all those who have laughed at him? Join Ye Qingyu in his journey to solve the mystery behind his family’s death and to reclaim the Ye family property! It is fantastic!

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