Chapter 118: I Had No Intention of Slaughter, Yet His Fragrance Was Too Alluring

He channeled the water-attributed spiritual energy within his body to form a column of water, attempting to douse the flames on his person. To his shock, however, the fire seemed to possess a consciousness of its own; the moment the water touched it, the stream was repelled, and the flames roared even more fiercely. Seeing the fire intensify, terror finally appeared on the face of Sword Sovereign Lingxiao. In a panic, he was forced to release Jiang Yan and began rolling on the ground, hoping to extinguish the fire with his body, but it was all in vain.

"What kind of fire is this?" Sword Sovereign Lingxiao roared in agony, his voice filled with horror and bewilderment.

Once released, Jiang Yan was finally able to breathe freely. He had intended to give the Sword Sovereign a baptism of lightning to show him what true power looked like, but unexpectedly, Yunyun had rushed in and disrupted his plan.

"Thanks, little girl," Jiang Yan said to her.

Yunyun’s eyes were full of anxiety as she scanned Jiang Yan from head to toe, letting out a long sigh of relief only after confirming he was unharmed.

"Brother Yan, how should we punish this stinking old man?"

"How about this? You provide the fire, I provide the lightning, and we treat him to a lightning-and-flame combo," Jiang Yan suggested with a playful tone.

"Brother Yan, let's do it!"

Yunyun responded excitedly, her hands already gathering the scorching True Fire of the Phoenix. The flames seemed capable of incinerating everything, causing the very air to distort. Though rolling on the ground in pain, Sword Sovereign Lingxiao’s hearing remained sharp. Their conversation reached him clearly, fueling his rage.

"Ah, ah! You devils, you two devils!" he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and filled with resentment.

Without giving him any more time to speak, Jiang Yan’s lightning energy and Yunyun’s Phoenix fire descended upon him simultaneously.

"Ah, ah! I will kill you! I will kill you!"

Sword Sovereign Lingxiao shrieked in agony, and a charred, roasted aroma wafted through the air...

Jiang Yan muttered to himself, "Forgive me, forgive me. I had no intention of committing such slaughter, but his aroma is so enticing, it's hard to resist..." Clearly, in his mind, this Sword Sovereign had already fallen to the level of a beast.

*Clang! Clang! Clang!*

Witnessing his master’s brutal suffering, the Shadowless Sword lost its focus and was struck flying a thousand miles away by the Moye Sword. With a flash, the Shadowless Sword traced a brilliant arc through the sky. Finally rid of the nuisance, the Moye Sword felt refreshed, its blade brimming with profound sword intent. It circled excitedly in the air as if celebrating a perfect victory.

Then, the Moye Sword flew back to Sword Sovereign Lingxiao and plunged into his left buttock, causing blood to spurt out like a fountain.

Jiang Yan immediately covered Yunyun’s eyes with his hand and whispered, "Little girl, this sight is too bloody; you’d better not look."

At the same time, he couldn't help but think to himself: This scene is truly eyesore-inducing. Does Moye have some kind of special fetish for buttocks? What a unique taste.

Yunyun gently pushed Jiang Yan’s hand away and said firmly, "Brother Yan, I’m not afraid of blood." She loved seeing the villains who hurt her Brother Yan receive the punishment they deserved. The more miserable, the better!

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Sword Sovereign Lingxiao’s face twisted in pain. He thrashed violently on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably as if every nerve were screaming.

"Master, may I drink this old cur’s blood?" The Moye Sword stared greedily at the spreading pool of blood, regret evident in its tone—it hadn't had a chance to drink yet.

"As you please," Jiang Yan replied indifferently.

With his permission, the Moye Sword, the Moyuan Sword, and the Molu Sword instantly returned to their true forms. The Moye Sword rushed forward, greedily guzzling the blood from the Sword Sovereign’s wound, every drop making it vibrate with excitement.

"Hic! Thank you, Master!" The Moye Sword’s satisfied voice echoed in Jiang Yan’s mind.

By now, Sword Sovereign Lingxiao had gone completely still, his body reduced to a charred, mummified corpse lying silently in the dust. His eyes were wide open, clearly unable to believe even in death that he had met a more tragic end than Sword Sovereign Wuji.

Yunyun stomped hard on his skull and snorted, "Hmph! Stinking old man, go to hell!"

Jiang Yan stroked her soft hair. "Little girl, he has already gone to hell."

"Brother Yan, hee hee, I forgot. Oh, he can’t go to hell—his soul has already dissipated," Yunyun said, staring at the corpse.

"Hm? His soul dissipated?" Jiang Yan was slightly taken aback, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

Yunyun blinked and explained triumphantly, "Yes! He was incinerated by my True Fire; even his soul was reduced to ashes!"

"Little girl, are you saying this victory is entirely your doing?"

"Hee hee, Brother Yan deserves credit too."

As they teased each other, a familiar voice suddenly descended from the sky, interrupting them.

"My dear apprentice, Master has come to save you!"

Lin Qi’s voice rang out from afar. His figure streaked across the sky like a meteor, heading straight for their location. The moment he landed, he couldn't wait to check on Jiang Yan and Yunyun, asking with concern, "Where is that villain? Don't be afraid, my dear apprentice; with me here, I will surely deal with him for you."