927 14.203 Last Violet Star – Jing’er?

Hei Anjing and his husband Chun Hongyun-Jun’s home was entered by Bai Lili and Jin Shiyan. The other didn’t pay much attention to the pair, but Hei Anjing was keeping a close check on them and giving them a thoughtful stare, even if he ultimately stayed silent about it.

Everyone’s attention is drawn to the two figures floating casually and facing each other. While Xia Jieye doesn’t know who the man in the white hood is or what race he belongs to, given that he is the leader of the demon race and has attempted to raid the area where he and his family reside, he can only be his adversary.

As he attempted to gauge the power of the person in front of him, he was a little taken aback to discover that it beyond the limits of this world’s Cultivation Stages. Deity Class, the minimal prerequisite to be able to access the Highest Realm, Vearth, is a strength above Primordial God. The might of a Highgod was in this man, whose face was concealed by a white cowl. Even in Vearth, this is already an elite bunch.

Xia Jieye, whose soul is now just comprised of a soul core and a small number of soul pieces, could hardly match a Highgod in strength. He could be able to use a God King’s might even if their souls are so far apart if he took some strength from the main body.

“Your strength is not bad for this world. But that doesn’t mean you can interfere in this world where my wife is resting.” Xia Jieye as he summoned his natal weapon, Shenyuan, the God Killing sword.

The God of Void is renowned for his proficiency with the sword. He would probably be designated as a Sword God if there is someone who qualifies in that regard. Regrettably, the Highest Realm World does not employ such a title.

Those who were watching from a distance were surprised, especially Yun Huaxia who knew about the knowledge about the black sword his young brother had summoned in thin air.

Startled, Yun Huaxia exclaims, “Impossible! Who is that devil that could even force Xiao Jie to use his Natal Weapon!”

“Natal Weapon? That black sword is Chun Hongyun-Jun’s Natal Weapon!” Bai Qiyin was startled. He knew about the existence of Natal Weapons.

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Natal Weapons are tools born from the natural intent of one’s soul. It is made up of any attributes, elements or special effects. It is like a weapon imprinted with one soul. Something that is born through your own soul. It is said that these weapons were connected to the soul of the wielder. As long as the wielder of the Natal Weapon doesn’t die, so is it.

Only Immortal Gods are capable of creating this form of soul relic, and it is incredibly difficult to do so. A Natal Weapon in the form of a sword would be owned by a sword master. A master of the Spear in the form of a spear. I could go on forever. In essence, the wielder alone may touch or utilize it, and its look is intimately tied to that of the wielder. The Natal Weapon would murder anyone who attempted to take it or touch it.

Both Lu Yi and Lu Er were enthusiastic. They could sense that the blade was emitting a strange type of force. Just by looking, one may detect a keen aura and the aggressive sword purpose. The curious one would be hurt if they attempted to probe it with divine senses.

“This black sword doesn’t seem simple. I tried to look closely and felt a sharp aura targeting me. Does that sword have a spirit?” said Lu Yi.

Lu Er said, “Most Natal Weapon was not only considered as a soul artifact but also a spirit lives in it. I wonder what kind of sword spirit Chun Hongyun-Jun’s sword has.”

“It’s a little one who called himself Shenyuan. This is a sword born in the abyss. It can cut anything in this world, even the darkness and light itself. Ig had bathed in the blood of Gods and Goddesses which is why it is capable of killing even deities.”

“The God Slaying Sword, Shenyuan.”

Hei Anjing also watches the scenes in a not too far distance where two people confront themselves. He even moves a stone table and chair to be able to watch the incoming in a more relaxing position.

Bai Qiyin asked, “Gege, do you also have a Natal Weapon?”

“Yes.” Hei Anjing responded.

Bai Qiyin says, “Can I see it?”

Hei Anjing waves his hands and a crimson scythe appears in his hands. The scythe is at least a head taller than Hei Anjing and the deep color of red on it made it look like a solidified version of blood itself.

“Don’t touch it, okay. Natal Weapons can’t be touched unless that someone had tied his soul to yours.” Hei Anjing said.

Bai Qiyin was amazed by the red scythe that appeared in his brother’s hand. He feels that this weapon had a spirit itself.

“Gege, does this weapon have a spirit?”

“Um. His name is Juedi. Sorry he doesn’t want to get out. If you want to see him you need to bring Shenyuan to play with him.” Hei Anjing said.

While remaining silent, Yun Huaxia, Lu Yi, and Lu Er listened in on the Bai Brothers’ discussions. Even though it was also the first time they had ever seen a true Natal Weapon, they weren’t all that startled to learn that Chun Hongyun-sword Jun’s and Hei Anjing’s scythe were made of the same material. This pair has been together for so long that they may already be completely familiar with one another. Only Yun Huaxia appeared to have lost his ability to speak, as evidenced by the strange expression on his face.

“Okay, stop playing now. Let’s continue to watch.” Hei Anjing said.

Not far from them the Devil in a white hood was suddenly surrounded with countless ice needles. It forms layers of Ice needles with Ye Zihao at the center. In the eyes of the others these layers of ice needlessly look like a halo that surrounds its king.

When he observed this situation, Xia Jieye somewhat frowned. He had observed this man’s potent mastery over ice components. Even his technique for using it is extremely similar to that of his Jing’er. The strange expression on Chun Hongyun-Jun’s face darkened as though he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing as a black scythe materialized in the Devil’s hand. Black Scythe is spewing power that can only be produced at that location. Shenyuan was born in the same realm. The Abyss.

“Who the hell are you? Why is it that you can wield the same element as my wife and use the power of the Void?” Asked Chun Hongyun-Jun.

Hmp!

“Why should this king answer the questions a dead man has asked?” said the Devil in the White hood.

Ye Zihao couldn’t hold back his hatred and dislike of Chun Hongyun-Jun. His callous voice, cold persona and icy aura. Everything about him shows his dislike towards Xia Jieye.

Xia Jieye, on the other hand, felt like he heard a joke. He retorted at the devil’s words and said, “Indeed. There is no need to speak to a dead man.”

The two eventually got into a brawl. Xia Jieye casually repelled many ice needles that were flying in his direction with his sword. With only one swing of Xia Jieye’s sword, each wave of ice needles would disintegrate into nothing. The demon engages in combat using both his ice components and Xia Jieye’s sword. Chun Hongyun-Jun is kept at a safe distance by the devil’s broad swinging black scythe.

Yet, Xia Jieye can transform his sword intent into a form of dragons, causing them to fly in the direction of his opponent, thus even such a distance is not an issue for him. Ice rain and sword dances in the form of a dragon didn’t take long to appear. The demon in a white hood would also square up against Xia Jieye as they engaged in close-quarters combat.

The more Xia Jieye exchanged words with the man in the hood, the more confused his countenance became. He would sense the comfort of each motion as they clashed. Massive swings and assaults that resemble a dance. Anybody who utilizes a scythe as a weapon will make use of their body’s flexibility; however, the drawback is that it takes time for each swing, which provided Xia Jieye with the opportunity to wield his sword.

Yet, the demon in front of him would swing his scythe about carelessly like he was dancing, and the ice needles around him would make up for all of his shortcomings. This ice can change into a razor-sharp sword to slash at his foes or a shield to guard his wielder. It was difficult for Xia Jieye to immediately overpower the man in the white hood due to the layers of ice around him. Due of the man’s tactics, there is no such thing as an opening. .

But the use of scythe and ice elements as weapon is something his wife had created himself. This is because his Jing’er had absolute control over Ice elements and his natal weapon his a death scythe that could eradicated or capture the soul of his opponent. This devil is utilizing his wife’s techniques. It was very similar in that it left him uncomfortable.

Xia Jieye’s thoughts, ‘Why… Why is this devil’s technique so similar to how Jing’er fights?’

Xia Jieye’s expression grows darker as they continue to trade moves. He eventually lost all emotion and became rather serious about his desire to kill his opponent. He combined darkness and hell flames with his sword skills at this point. His motivation is clear. The hood that covered the devil’s face was something Chun Hongyun-Jun wished to blow off.

Thousands of black swords appeared in the sky as a result of his sword intent mixing with black hell flames. Half of the mirror world is in darkness, but Xia Jieye’s crimson eyes shine brightly like garnets in the night. He made a gesture with his body to use a sword move that would make him stronger and faster. The devil’s surrounding ice was quickly melted by the black Hell flame sword as his flames also dissipated.

The devil was about to be stabbed in the head by Xia Jieye, who appeared before him out of nowhere. He intended to kill his opponent, but as if the Devil were aware of his plans, he turned his head slightly to avoid being stabbed in the head by the sword. Instead, his white hood was totally shattered, making his true identity visible to everyone.

Xia Jieye, who is standing next to Ye Zihao, looks in shock at his face. Their blood-red eyes instantly lost their rage and malicious purpose, and were instead filled with bewilderment that shattered Xia Jieye’s serenity and calm.

Xia Jieye would never mistake this face for anybody else. Particularly those with the unmistakable idleness and ennui emanating from his phoenix eyes and silver iris. The only physical difference between this man and the one he recalls is that this man has obsidian-colored hair, which is identical to the hue of the vacuum itself and not light or silver as in his memory.

Chun Hongyun-Jun mumbles, “…Jing’er?”

His memories of those eyes staring at him with profound love and unending adoration have been replaced by vicious intent and unrelenting hatred. Xia Jieye experiences a pain in his heart that seems like a dull knife stabbing it repeatedly. He was seeing things that he couldn’t believe. How is it possible for the person he loves the most and who loves him the most to perceive him in such a way?

Chun Hongyun-Jun want to know this man’s identity. Why does he resemble his wife so much? Why is he able to employ his Jing’er’s skills? Why is it that only his wife should be able to control the eternal ice but this man also can? But he was filled with inquiries, but deep down he already knew the entirety of the information on the identity of the devil in front of him.

As expected a familiar voice also came out of this devil’s lips and said, “You can remember the name you gave me. But how come you can’t remember the promise you made with me? Ahh~ right. You’ve forgotten about it aren’t you, A’Xia? Why don’t you die for me? Heh~”

The black scythe was wrapped around Xia Jieye’s neck and was intending to swing to the side. He can be beheaded with just one swing of the wielder’s scythe.