My wife who comes from a wealthy family-Chapter 884 - 885 The True Identity of the Beiwang Blade

"You dare kill my brother—I will kill you!" Long Mie roared, spitting a fierce blast of golden dragon flames!

The golden dragon flames burned at an unimaginably high temperature, reaching thousands of degrees and radiating immense power. Anyone struck by such flames would be at risk of injury, even cultivators at the Peak Spirit Transformation Realm!

However, this level of attack was far too weak before the Blood Demon Corpse Puppet!

The Blood Demon Corpse Puppet simply extended a single finger and lazily flicked it forward, unleashing a crimson beam of light in retaliation.

Boom!

The two forces collided, and the dragon flames were perfectly neutralized!

"Hiss... Senior Long Mie’s attack was blocked!"

"That’s no surprise—the Blood Demon Corpse Puppet is, after all, a quasi-Unity Realm abomination!"

"What should we do now?" Despair clouded everyone’s faces.

The Blood Demon Corpse Puppet stared at Long Mie with growing admiration and said, "Your name is Long Mie, correct? I can’t bear to kill you. How about becoming my mount? Together, we’ll found our own sect and live freely from now on!"

"You scum! You killed my brother, and I’ll tear you limb from limb!" Long Mie erupted in fury.

"Hmph! Stubborn fool!" The Blood Demon Corpse Puppet sneered coldly.

Long Mie launched another attack straight at the Blood Demon Corpse Puppet!

This time, the Blood Demon Corpse Puppet was visibly enraged, its eyes brimming with bloodlust. "I gave you a chance, but you’ve squandered it. Fine! If I devour you, I might just break directly into the Unity Realm! By then, not even the Old Demon of Heavenly Corpse will dare act brazenly before me!"

With a twisted grin, the Blood Demon Corpse Puppet added, "I’ve changed my mind. Perhaps consuming you is the most profitable choice after all!"

Unpredictability is a hallmark of the strong!

And the Blood Demon Corpse Puppet took its capriciousness to the extreme, turning hostile in the blink of an eye!

"Blood Demon Claw!"

Bam!

A dull, explosive impact resounded as Long Mie endured the full brunt of the attack. His massive body plummeted from the skies, crashing violently into the ground, vomiting blood!

"Lord Long Mie!"

"Senior Long Mie!" Zhao Qingtian and the others shouted anxiously.

"Cough... Cough..." Long Mie’s gaze was pale as he struggled. He had risked revealing his trump cards, ready to avenge Ye Wudao to the bitter end!

Yet he had still underestimated the strength of the Blood Demon Corpse Puppet!

"Remember this: In the face of overwhelming disparity, the anger of the weak is no more than a joke in the eyes of the strong!" The Blood Demon Corpse Puppet clasped its hands behind its back, exuding an air of superiority as it surveyed the world beneath it.

"You’re right!" Long Mie slowly rose from the ground.

"How about we play a little game? If you slaughter all the Martial Artists of Kunlun for me, I’ll let you live," the Blood Demon Corpse Puppet proposed slyly, hands still clasped behind its back.

"I refuse!"

"Why?" The Blood Demon Corpse Puppet’s gaze filled with confusion. "You are a noble dragon, utterly different from these human ants. Why won’t you do it?"

Long Mie slowly lifted his blood-drenched yet proud head, unwavering. "I once swore to my brother that I would protect Kunlun’s disciples!"

Hearing Long Mie’s words, Zhao Qingtian and the others broke into uncontrollable sobs.

"Senior Long Mie!"

"Lord Long Mie!"

The Blood Demon Corpse Puppet’s expression darkened with dissatisfaction at Long Mie’s defiance. It sneered, "Foolish. Ignorant! So be it. That brat Ye just died—let me send you on your way to accompany him on the Yellow Springs Road!"

...

Meanwhile.

The Kunlun Celestial Pool!

The azure waters rippled softly under the heavens.

At the bottom of the Celestial Pool!

A young man lay lifeless, his entire body drenched in blood, his black robes shredded to tatters. His hands clutched two broken blades with a death grip, his life force extinguished!

And then, something miraculous happened!

The two shattered blades in his hands began to emit a mysterious black light. As if alive, the blades started to mend themselves. Within moments, as they fused completely, old fragments of the Beiwang Blade fell away!

Before long, a brand-new Beiwang Blade emerged!

The gleaming blade was like a dragon, radiating an awe-inspiring brilliance and an overbearing aura of majesty!

At that moment, a unique energy emanated from the newly-forged Beiwang Blade, flowing in torrents into Ye Wudao’s body, reinvigorating it with surging vitality.

Ye Wudao’s head throbbed with excruciating pain!

"Am... Am I dead..."

"It feels so unjust... I worked so hard, yet I couldn’t protect Kunlun or live up to the trust of my seven masters..."

Just then, Ye Wudao felt a burgeoning life force coursing through his body!

He felt as if his withered form had transformed into a blooming flower, regaining its vitality anew!

Swoosh!

In an instant, Ye Wudao’s eyes snapped open, radiating golden light!

"Not only is my body healed, but my cultivation has also ascended to the Late True Pill Stage!"

Who could have made this happen?

Surely, this could not have been done by mere Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators!

Could it be there is some ancient entity hidden within the Kunlun Celestial Pool?

With this thought, Ye Wudao solemnly bowed. "Ye expresses his heartfelt gratitude to the senior hidden within the Kunlun Celestial Pool!"

But just then, a cold voice interrupted, "What ’senior hiding in the Kunlun Celestial Pool’? It was I who saved you!"

Who?!

Ye Wudao’s eyes widened in shock. Before him materialized a pitch-black blade, pristine and radiating an otherworldly glow, spinning gently!

Ye Wudao’s face lit up with recognition. "You’re the Beiwang Blade! No, wait—wasn’t the Beiwang Blade shattered in two?"

Looking around in bewilderment, Ye Wudao noticed the remains of the broken blade had mysteriously disappeared.

Impossible!

Could this unfamiliar, flawless blade truly be the Beiwang Blade?

Ye Wudao could hardly believe his eyes!

The black blade laughed coldly. "Foolish boy, I’m not the Beiwang Blade. My true name is the Godslayer Blade!"

What?!

The Godslayer Blade!

What a wildly domineering name!

Hearing this, Ye Wudao’s pupils dilated. "You’re called the Godslayer Blade... Then what was the Beiwang Blade?"

"Your grandfather stumbled upon me years ago. He recognized I wasn’t ordinary, but since he wasn’t skilled at wielding blades, he sealed me with array techniques, renaming me the Beiwang Blade. Later, he gave me to your father. I thought I was doomed to rot away in the hands of a useless master, but unexpectedly, your father passed me down to you, giving me a glimmer of hope!"

"Just now, the Blood Demon Corpse Puppet’s power shattered my seals and restored my true form!" The Godslayer Blade’s Artifact Spirit explained.

Gasp!

Ye Wudao drew in a sharp breath of air!

So that’s how it was!

Ye Wudao gazed at the black blade before him with curiosity and asked, "Then, what grade of treasure are you?"

"Treasure?" The Godslayer Blade scoffed disdainfully. "Hah! Not even supreme treasures are worthy to shine my shoes!"

BOOM!

Ye Wudao felt as though he had been struck by lightning!

Holy crap!

Not even supreme treasures were worthy of comparison to the Godslayer Blade!

Gripping the blade in his hand, Ye Wudao found the weapon exuded a blend of familiarity and aloof mystique. Its cold brilliance gleamed with killing intent, so fearsome it stirred an involuntary sense of awe in him!

"Tsk-tsk, this is nothing like the Beiwang Blade—it’s at least ten times stronger!" Ye Wudao exclaimed in astonishment as he immediately swung the blade.

BOOM!

A horrifying sound erupted as a casual slash produced a deep, terrifying slash over hundreds of meters long!

"Damn, this strike is insanely powerful! And this isn’t even the Godslayer Blade’s full strength, is it?" Ye Wudao muttered in disbelief, mouth agape.

"Full strength? Who are you insulting, you brat? I’ve only recovered less than one percent of my power!" the Artifact Spirit of the Godslayer Blade snorted mockingly.

What?!

One percent of its power?!

Stunned, Ye Wudao’s jaw dropped. This single attack had already surpassed all his previous techniques—and it was only one percent of the blade’s power!

Unbelievable!

"Kid, I’ve only recovered a fraction of my strength and need to slumber again. Don’t bother me!" The Artifact Spirit uttered these final words before retreating into dormancy.

Wait!

Ye Wudao still had countless questions, but seeing the Artifact Spirit enter dormancy, he chose not to disturb it.

His heart brimmed with excitement!

From the brink of death, destiny had granted him new fortune!

In his current Late True Pill Stage, Ye Wudao realized he could now effortlessly annihilate Late Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators!

Even when faced with Peak Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators, he could dominate them with full power!

And with the Godslayer Blade in hand!

He had the strength to battle even quasi-Unity Realm cultivators!

Recalling the humiliations he had suffered, Ye Wudao’s eyes burned with an overwhelming killing intent. Clutching the Godslayer Blade tightly, he declared coldly, "Blood Demon Corpse Puppet—your time has come!"