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

Chapter 84:

Within the spiritual vein, the Lunar Dragon Pearl above Xiao Yang’s head accelerated its absorption of the surrounding spiritual energy. 

The power radiating from the pearl intensified, causing the entire Ice and Fire vein to tremble. Those nearby felt as though a mountain was pressing down on them, their backs nearly buckling under the immense pressure. Fear filled their hearts as they speculated about the Sword Saint’s intent—could he possibly be refining a supreme treasure by draining the entire Ice and Fire vein?

Xiao Yang, however, was focusing the power of the Lunar Dragon Pearl. 

Utilizing the Soaring Sword Technique, he unleashed his twelfth-level sword intent, directing it entirely at Jiang Qitian.

“Kneel!” Xiao Yang’s voice echoed with authority, carrying the majesty of an unparalleled Sword Saint. Forming a sword gesture with his fingers, he pressed his power down upon Jiang Qitian.

The air quaked violently as if the heavens were collapsing. Major figures like Chu Lingxiao, Li Chenyu, the monk Dumi, Tianxu Daoist, and Huang Tian the Blade God were overwhelmed by terror. The wrath of a Sword Saint was beyond imagination.

Jiang Qitian’s entire body trembled, yet he stubbornly held his ground, refusing to kneel. “I would rather die than kneel!” he growled through clenched teeth. His face turned crimson, veins bulged on his forehead, and his bones seemed ready to shatter under the pressure. Yet he remained defiant.

Xiao Yang knew well that his current strength alone wasn’t enough to crush Jiang Qitian, especially with the Azure Sun Sword in the latter’s possession. Moments ago, Jiang Qitian had defeated Li Chenyu with a single strike. But luck wasn’t on Jiang Qitian’s side this time. Xiao Yang, empowered by the Lunar Dragon Pearl, was in a state that rivaled his peak in the past life.

“Is that so?” Xiao Yang stepped forward, each stride amplifying the pressure on Jiang Qitian. By the third step, Jiang Qitian’s back bent visibly.

“You may not want to kneel, but you will kneel!” Xiao Yang roared, stamping down with a fourth step.

Bang! 

Jiang Qitian’s knees struck the ground with such force that the stone floor cracked beneath him. He could no longer withstand the overwhelming power pressing him down.

“Pfft!” Jiang Qitian coughed up blood, his face a mixture of shock, rage, and humiliation.

“Senior, please spare my father!” Jiang Ting cried out, her voice filled with desperation.

Xiao Yang ignored her pleas, his gaze cold as he stared down at the kneeling Jiang Qitian. The Azure Sun Sword remained gripped tightly in Jiang Qitian’s trembling hands, while countless swords hovered around him, all aimed at his body. 

With a single thought, Xiao Yang could pierce Jiang Qitian with a storm of blades.

“You…” Jiang Qitian’s voice shook with fury as he glared at Xiao Yang, his body trembling uncontrollably. His defiance was almost admirable, even earning a shred of respect from Chu Lingxiao and Li Chenyu.

But Xiao Yang was unmoved. 

In his past life, Jiang Ting’s tears would have softened him. Her cries could easily make him compromise, surrender, and even lower his head. Not this time. Xiao Yang’s heart had hardened.

“Not convinced, are you?” Xiao Yang taunted. The sight of Jiang Qitian, the scheming hypocrite who had so thoroughly manipulated him in the past, reignited his anger.

Bang! 

Xiao Yang’s fist collided with Jiang Qitian’s face, sending blood spraying as his nose broke.

“Not convinced?” 

Bang!

“I’ll beat that defiance out of you!” 

Bang!

“Think your resolve is tough?” 

Bang!

“Let’s see if your bones are tougher than my fists!” 

Bang!

Under the stunned gaze of the onlookers, Xiao Yang relentlessly punched and kicked Jiang Qitian. 

Every blow was unrestrained, turning the once-dignified sect master into a pathetic figure writhing on the ground. Jiang Qitian screamed in agony, his voice echoing through the spiritual vein.

“Please, stop! Senior, have mercy! Please, don’t hit him anymore!” Jiang Ting begged as she kowtowed repeatedly.

Xiao Yang paid her no mind, continuing until Jiang Qitian’s face was swollen beyond recognition. Only after delivering a few final kicks did Xiao Yang halt, breathing heavily as he looked down at the battered sect master.

The crowd was utterly dumbfounded.

This Sword Saint, once so composed and majestic, had turned into a whirlwind of violence. And Jiang Qitian, who had relied on the Azure Sun Sword to lord over others, now lay defeated and humiliated, reduced to a pathetic figure.

Xiao Yang bent down and picked up the Azure Sun Sword. “Such a legendary sword, wasted in your hands. It’s no better than scrap metal.” With that, he unsheathed the sword effortlessly.

“What…”

“This is impossible…”

The crowd was in disbelief. 

The Azure Sun Sword was supposed to respond only to the sect master of the Azure Sun Sword Sect, yet the Sword Saint had drawn it with ease.

Xiao Yang withdrew his sword intent, and the countless hovering blades clattered to the ground like raindrops. The crowd quickly retrieved their flying swords, though the oppressive aura left them visibly shaken.

Jiang Ting rushed to her father’s side, tears streaming down her face. “Father…” she cried as she helped him up.

Xiao Yang casually swung the Azure Sun Sword, leaving deep scars on the ground with its immense sword energy. The chilling aura radiating from the sword sent shivers through even the strongest present.

“Clang!” 

Xiao Yang sheathed the sword and tossed it to the ground in front of Jiang Qitian.

Jiang Qitian lay motionless, his spirit crushed. His followers, including the elders, rushed to his side, their expressions a mix of sorrow and rage.

“Being spared by the Sword Saint is your only luck today, Sect Master Jiang,” the monk Dumi said solemnly.

Jiang Qitian’s disciples dared not utter a word of protest. None of them recognized the masked Sword Saint as their senior brother, Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang swept his gaze over them coldly before turning to leave.

Suddenly, Jiang Qitian leapt up, his flying sword gleaming like a streak of lightning as it shot toward Xiao Yang’s neck.

“Die!” Jiang Qitian roared, his face twisted in rage.

The crowd gasped in shock. Jiang Qitian had actually dared to launch a sneak attack on the Sword Saint.

Xiao Yang’s hand shot out, catching the incoming sword mid-air. In a single fluid motion, he turned and kicked Jiang Qitian squarely in the chest, sending him flying.

“Father!” Jiang Ting screamed.

“Take it back!” Xiao Yang flung the captured sword toward Jiang Qitian with a flick of his wrist.

Seeing the blade speeding toward her father, Jiang Ting threw herself in front of him.

“Stop!” Xiao Yang shouted, startled. But before the sword could reach her, another blade intercepted it, splitting it in two.

A figure swooped in, grabbing Jiang Ting and retreating swiftly toward the vein’s exit.

“Jiang Ting!” Jiang Qitian shouted in panic, coughing up blood as he summoned his sword and gave chase.

At this moment, a massive explosion shook the spiritual vein, and waves of destructive energy—ice and fire intertwined—began to surge out, obliterating everything in their path.

The crowd fell into chaos, their attempts to flee hindered by the overwhelming force. Even half-step Holy Martial experts like Chu Lingxiao and Li Chenyu were powerless, coughing up blood as they were sent flying.

Amid the calamity, the Lunar Dragon Pearl pulled Xiao Yang forward, positioning him between the oncoming destruction and the remaining survivors.

“No! Not this!” Xiao Yang’s heart raced, panic momentarily overtaking him. But just as the devastating energy was about to engulf him, the Lunar Dragon Pearl unleashed a massive  dragon-shaped apparition.

“Roar!”

The dragon let out a deafening roar, absorbing the cataclysmic energy into itself.

“Senior saved us…”

“We owe him our lives…”

Chu Lingxiao and Li Chenyu, though battered, felt relief wash over them as they watched the Sword Saint shield them from certain death.

“Go now!” Xiao Yang commanded, his voice firm.

The disciples of the Azure Sun Sword Sect fled hurriedly, their emotions conflicted as they looked back at the Sword Saint who had both humiliated their sect master and saved their lives.

As the vein began to collapse completely, Xiao Yang stood resolute, bracing himself for the aftermath of the cataclysm.