Chapter 951, White Tiger gets Gravely Injured

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silavin

 

As a matter of fact, Yu Zi Yu is the first true Master of the Demonic Sword—Lifebane.

 

As for its so-called previous ‘Master,’ they were unworthy of the title.

 

Even the Artifact Spirit, Ying Er, had never seen them.

 

This, of course, highlights the terrifying nature of the Demonic Sword, Lifebane.

 

An Artifact Spirit—especially one with fully developed intelligence—was a hallmark of a powerful Tier-7 Artifact.

 

Artifacts like Lifebane, which possesses a fully intelligent spirit like Ying Er were exceedingly rare even among Tier-7 Artifacts.

 

According to Yu Zi Yu’s knowledge, among the Titan Clan’s ten Divine Pillars, only the First Pillar possesses a fully formed Artifact Spirit.

 

In other words, if Tier-7 Artifacts were further categorized, the Demonic Sword—Lifebane, would rank as a top-tier Artifact, verging on perfection.

 

By contrast, weapons like Hundred Mountains, also a Tier-7 Artifact, would be categorized as mid-tier.

 

This demonstrated the sheer fearsome power of the Demonic Sword—Lifebane.

 

Who knows how the Blood Demon Clan managed to forge it? After all, Bloodbane, another artifact of the Blood Demon Clan, was just a lower-tier Tier-7 Artifact.

 

Yet, the Demonic Sword, Lifebane, its equal in fame, had somehow developed complete intelligence.

 

Smiling inwardly, Yu Zi Yu could not help but feel a sense of wonder. He could not help but count his luck for having acquired such an Extreme Dao Artifacts. And not just any Extreme Dao Artifacts—one of such exceptional quality.

 

With this sword, Yu Zi Yu’s weaponry was second to none. As for his Hierarchy of Life, Spiritual Energy, and other aspects, he had already far surpassed others.

 

Finally, there were his Unique Abilities and Divine Abilities.

 

With his eyes narrowing slightly, Yu Zi Yu raised his right palm.

 

*Booooom…* Immediately, with a thunderous roar, a part of the cosmos manifested within Yu Zi Yu’s palm.

 

Upon closer inspection, it resembled a miniature Solar System. A blazing star occupied the center, surrounded by nine differently colored celestial bodies.

 

This was Yu Zi Yu’s Grand Divine Ability—The Nine Realms of Heaven.

 

Unlike before, Yu Zi Yu had now mastered the ability to attack using the Nine Realms of Heaven without disturbing the realms themselves.

 

And what did this mean? It needed no explanation.

 

For instance, if Yu Zi Yu were to unleash a palm strike now, the rotating celestial bodies in his palm would materialize, expanding and obliterating an entire stretch of the starry sky.

 

The destructive power of this strike was such that even the greatest of Tier-6 Ancient Overlords would be terrified. As for Tier-7 Hegemons, their expressions would pale the moment they witnessed it.

 

This was because a single palm strike could already threaten a Hegemon.

 

“Ha ha…” Pleased, a laugh of satisfaction escaped Yu Zi Yu.

 

Now, in every aspect, he was unmatched. Rather, he even far exceeded others in some areas.

 

Under such circumstances, who across the cosmos could stand against him? Perhaps only the ancestral reserves of certain clans were worthy of his caution.

 

…

 

At this moment, a voice as crisp as silver bells suddenly rang in Yu Zi Yu’s ears, “Master, when are you taking me out to kill someone?”

 

“Uh…” The corners of his mouth twitched as Yu Zi Yu glanced helplessly at the silver-white longsword circling him—Lifebane.

 

True to its name, Lifebane was steeped in killing intent. For it, slaughter was both a means of growth and a source of joy.

 

Initially, this Little Spirit had even refused to acknowledge Yu Zi Yu as its Master.

 

After some time, when the Demonic Sword Lifebane realized that Yu Zi Yu was also a ruthless individual who killed without hesitation, it willingly revealed itself and acknowledged him as its Master.

 

According to the Artifact Spirit’s own words: “A Demonic Tree that grows through slaughter is qualified to be my Master…”

 

Hearing this, Yu Zi Yu was left utterly speechless. [Slaughter? What slaughter? How could I possibly grow stronger through killing?]

 

But later, as he thought about the Evolution Points, Yu Zi Yu could not help but awkwardly cough.

 

In a sense, he truly was someone who grew stronger through slaughter. After all, the essence of Evolution Points was killing and harvesting.

 

However, Yu Zi Yu no longer slaughtered the weak indiscriminately. Those he killed were all powerful individuals.

 

As for the weak, he left them to his apostles to harvest, transforming them into Evolution Points in turn…

 

“Killing… no rush… one day, I’ll take you across the starry sky to kill at will,” softly murmuring, Yu Zi Yu raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the Demonic Sword—Lifebane.

 

Cold as snow, it felt devoid of any warmth.

 

But Yu Zi Yu knew this was the true mark of Lifebane acknowledging him as its Master. If anyone else dared to touch the hilt without Yu Zi Yu’s permission, the sensation they would experience would be far from this icy coldness.

 

In fact, death might be considered a mercy in such a scenario.

 

“Okay, I’ll wait for Master to take me out to kill…” With a mischievous chuckle, Lifebane did not express dissatisfaction. Instead, it obediently rested in Yu Zi Yu’s hand.

 

Since it had acknowledged its Master, to Lifebane, its Master was now everything. Thus, it would behave itself.

 

—

 

However, just at that moment…

 

Yu Zi Yu’s brow furrowed sharply, and his expression turned cold.

 

“What’s wrong, Master?” Sensing something amiss, Lifebane let out a trembling hum.

 

In the next instant…

 

*Booooooom…* Spiritual Energy surged violently, and an overwhelming pressure erupted, soaring into Heaven.

 

Simultaneously…

 

*Zing…* A sword’s hum echoed throughout the entire Realm of Life.

 

“Ying Er, I’ll take you to kill now…” The soft tone, as gentle as a spring breeze, carried an inexplicable chill.

 

Following this, a slender figure slowly stood.

 

Dressed in pure white, as pristine as snow, he held a longsword as thin as a cicada’s wing.

 

He appeared elegant and refined, like a noble gentleman.

 

Yet, as this figure rose, the air turned icy, and an indescribable killing intent froze the very space around him.

 

All of this stemmed from one reason…

 

Outside the Nine Realms.

 

“Master, Master, please save Third Brother!” The frantic, anxious cry came from Old Seventh—Titan, who was rushing toward him, carrying a battered figure.

 

But that was not the most important detail.

 

The critical point was the figure Titan carried—a white figure drenched in blood, its once-proud appearance now haggard and despairing. Even its breath was faint, as though death was imminent.

 

Upon closer inspection of its body, countless wounds could be seen.

 

Each wound was deep enough to expose bone, and an unidentifiable force was preventing the injuries from healing.

 

This figure was none other than White Tiger.

 

And now, seeing his Third Divine Beast—White Tiger, reduced to such a miserable state, how could Yu Zi Yu not be enraged? How could his murderous intent not surge uncontrollably?