Chapter 217: Pride


    Trantor: Sparrow Trantions Editor: Sparrow Trantions


    Everybody’s gaze was drawn towards Fang Zhengzhi. Or, it could be said that everybody’s gaze was fixated upon Fang Zhengzhi’s right hand.


    Because, at this moment, Fang Zhengzhi held a sword in his right hand.


    A sword that appeared extremely ordinary, yet, wasn’t ordinary at all. There were no decorations on the hilt of the sword, nor were there any exquisite carvings.


    From the hilt of the sword up to the bright and clean de of the sword, it turned from jet-ck to glowing bright. It seemed to be of the highest quality. However, this feeling of quality was broken at the tip of the sword.


    Because, at the tip of the sword, there was a purple scar. It was an extremely evil purple...


    Just one look was enough to deduce that this purple scar didn’t belong to this sword.


    It was like a bloodstain on the de of the sword, giving people the urge to wipe it off immediately. However, this sword had been buried under the rock for nobody knew how long.


    How could a bloodstain exist?


    When everybody saw the sword in Fang Zhengzhi’s hands, there were filled with variousplicated expressions. Envy, jealousy, shock,ment and disbelief...


    As for the purple scar at the tip of the de, it was neglected by majority of the people.


    Except for Fang Zhengzhi.


    Fang Zhengzhi knew what this purple scar was. It was the blood essence of the Demon Lord Si Kong. Because, at the instant he held that sword in his hand, an image shed across his mind.


    A sh that shocked the world.


    Leaving a sword scar within the Blood Shadow City. A sword scar that split the Blood Shadow City into two.


    Causing the fall of Demon Lord Si Kong.


    However, the fall of Demon Lord Si Kong left a drop of blood on the sword. This drop of blood also represented a curse. A curse through the blood, ensuring that it would remain forever on the sword.


    The curse was actually very simple. Meng Tian would never be able to use a sword for the rest of his life.


    Fang Zhengzhi didn’t quite understand. Why would the Demon Lord Si Hou leave this curse? Cursing a person to never use a sword again? Why couldn’t he just curse him to death? Or curse him to be unable to fight again?


    That seemed to be more direct.


    Fang Zhengzhi couldn’t understand the reason behind this, hence didn’t bother to think further. However, it was because of this curse that led to Sagely Battle God Meng Tian never using a sword ever again, changing to the de.


    Because, he couldn’t use a sword anymore.


    "How about I call you Purple Scar?" Fang Zhengzhi asked softly. He wasn’t a person who judged a book by the cover. However, he felt that his name seemed rather suitable for this sword.


    The sword in his hand let out a low cry, as if replying Fang Zhengzhi’s words. This caused the surrounding examinees to reveal a shocked expression once again.


    Don’t tell me this sword really has consciousness?!


    "I understand, seems like you don’t really like this name. Then, let me change it. How about I call you... Traceless?" Fang Zhengzhi nodded, as if being able to sense the dissatisfaction in the sword.


    Very quickly, the sword let out a clear cry, just like that of a dragon.


    "Alright, I will call you Traceless!" The edges of Fang Zhengzhi’s mouth curled into a slight smile.


    "Traceless?!" When the surrounding examinees heard Fang Zhengzhi’s words, they werepletely speechless. This sword is named Traceless? Can’t you see that huge purple scar at the tip of the sword?


    Don’t tell me this was the legendary tale of covering one’s ears whilst stealing a bell?


    A person could be shameless...


    Who knew that the sword would be just as shameless!


    Fang Zhengzhi looked at the surrounding examinees with a disdainful expression. He naturally knew what these people were thinking. However, he knew the thoughts of "Traceless Sword" even more clearly.


    It felt as if there was a scar on a person’s face.


    Wouldn’t he never wish for others to call him scar face?


    If there were really people who did this, they were definitely itching to be punched.


    Man had pride.


    As for a sword...


    How could it not have pride?


    Fang Zhengzhi held the sword, pointing the tip of the sword at Ying Shan. An evil purple shed at the tip of the sword.


    "Looks like this is the real sword!" Ying Shan’s eyes narrowed slightly.


    "Didn’t I already tell you earlier that the sword just now was fake?" Fang Zhengzhi spoke without a single trace of red on his face.


    "..." Ying Shan’s lips quivered.


    He had no way of arguing. Because, Fang Zhengzhi had indeed said that the golden sword was fake. However, under those circumstances, there were simply nobody who would believe that.


    Don’t tell me that he really knew the sword was fake?


    Then why would he pull out the sword?


    Ying Shan felt that his mind was in a mess. He couldn’t really understand. However, very quickly, his mind cleared up again. Because, no matter what the truth of the matter was.


    He only had one task. That was to kill Fang Zhengzhi.


    Hence, Ying Shan moved. A shadow shed across until it neared Fang Zhengzhi. The ck light flowed about his two palms as a cold glint filled his eyes.


    This seemed to be a deadly blow that would definitely kill.


    However...


    This deadly blow was blocked by a sword.


    That sword came from the ground. It was a very ordinary sword. However, that sword blocked in front of Ying Shan. Furthermore, the tip of the sword pointed at Ying Shan’s throat.


    Ying Shan definitely wouldn’t let an ordinary sword block his way. Instead, he lightly pushed the sword. Instantly, the sword was reduced to powder.


    However, this didn’t mean that Ying Shan could go nearer to Fang Zhengzhi.


    Because, a second sword, a third sword, a fourth sword... all the swords impaled onto the ground began to move at this moment. One by one, they were pulled out from the ground and flew into the air, blocking Ying Shan’s advance.


    "How... is this possible?!" Ying Shan looked at the numerous swords floating in the sky. He couldn’t understand the logic behind this.


    Controlling swords with shadow?


    Ying Shan definitely could achieve this. Furthermore, he also knew that Fang Zhengzhi would be able to achieve this.


    Hence, when the first sword blocked his path, he wasn’t taken aback at all. Because, with Fang Zhengzhi’s abilities, he could easily use shadow to pull out swords.


    However...


    This didn’t mean that Fang Zhengzhi would be able to pull out all of the swords in the sea of swords.


    Not even mentioning that Fang Zhengzhi didn’t have this ability.


    Even Ying Shan himself didn’t believe that he could achieve this.


    Even though the sea of swords wasn’t vast, it still covered a few miles of area. Using the shadow territory to cover the area of a few miles, and still having to control it to pull out he swords.


    It was simply impossible.


    The surrounding examinees also looked at this scene with an expression of shock.


    In the sky, one by one, the swords spun rapidly. It was just as if they were being moved by a tremendous tornado. The infinite number of swords formed a huge sword tornado with Fang Zhengzhi at the center.


    "What is this all about?"


    "So many swords... how can he control all of them?"


    Each of the examinees was filled with disbelief. Not even mentioning that Fang Zhengzhi was only of the Heavenly Reflection State, even a person of the Supernatural State wouldn’t be able to achieve this and control as many swords.


    What level of mental power and control must one achieve in order to achieve this?


    This was something that was simply impossible.


    "Don’t tell me..."


    A thought rose within the minds of the examinees.


    Then, an expression of pure joy appeared on all of their faces. That was a joy that came from deep within their hearts, as if they had been given a new life.


    Nangong Mu lowered the Green and Blue Dual des in his hands. Because, there was no more need for him to fight.


    Yan Xiu simrly kept the Mountain and River, Heaven and Earth Fan. His expression seemed somewhat cold, however, he couldn’t conceal the bright glow in his eyes.


    Xing Qingsui fell to the ground. He picked up the sword from the ground and kept it again. His face seemed somewhat pale, however, he heaved a sigh of relief.


    Ping Yang’s tiny mouth formed an O shape. Herrge, clear eyes was also in the shape of an O. She looked at the sword tornado that circled Fang Zhengzhi’s head with an expression of unparalleled happiness.


    However, when she recalled Fang Zhengzhi’s shameless words a moment ago.


    She still felt somewhat unsatisfied.


    "Hmph!" Ping Yang cocked her head to one side and pouted her tiny lips. However, her eyes were still fixated upon Fang Zhengzhi.


    Fang Zhengzhi silently held on to the sword.


    He stood unmoving in the middle of the sword tornado with a smile on his face. He looked at Ying Shan.


    "I am not satisfied!" Ying Shan had certainly already understood what had transpired by now. However, he wasn’t satisfied. He truly wasn’t satisfied.


    "So what whether or not you are satisfied?" Fang Zhengzhi’s expression was filled with calm.


    Ying Shan was silent. He didn’t speak anymore. Because, just as Fang Zhengzhi said, why did it matter whether or not he was satisfied?


    From the moment Fang Zhengzhi held the Traceless Sword...


    The oue had already been determined.


    Even if he was of the Supernatural Intermediate State, he didn’t have the slightest glimmer of hope of harming Fang Zhengzhi. This wasn’t rted to his powers. This was because Fang Zhengzhi controlled that sword.


    When Fang Zhengzhi held that sword, it was equivalent to controlling the entire World of the Sage.


    Then, what other chances did Ying Shan have?


    Not even mentioning killing Fang Zhengzhi, even his own life and death was determined by a single thought from Fang Zhengzhi.


    "I lost!" Ying Shan gradually raised his head and looked into the sky. He didn’t know which direction was that. Instead, he could only take that direction as the direction in his heart.


    A direction towards the Ten Mile Lake at the outskirt of the Yan Capital.


    He knew that at the riverside of the Ten Mile Lake stood a woman. A woman that waited in the torrential rain.


    What the woman was waiting for was naturally not he himself.


    Instead, it was an answer sheet. An answer sheet that could make her smile.


    Ying Shan bit down hard upon his lips. He had never seen the woman smile before. That might be because he had only seen her three times, or it might be because women didn’t really like to smile.


    He didn’t know these. However, he only knew that as a demon, he couldn’t disappoint the woman.


    In reality, regardless of whether it was on the battlefield or when he was nted in the Yan Capital, he had smoothlypleted each of his tasks every single time.


    How many times could one be recognised in his life as a demon.


    He used to be confident and felt that he would be able to repay this recognition.


    Yet now...


    Was thest day he would be living in this world. He had failed hisst task. He had no way of presenting a satisfactory answer sheet to the woman.


    He didn’t know what the woman’s expression would be like when she heard of this. He only knew that he would be a demon who let a woman down.


    Disappointment.


    Ying Shan’s eyes gazed quietly at the direction in his heart. He didn’t cry. Because, he was a demon. A demon who was the vice domain chief of the Ten Devilish Domains.


    He couldn’t bring himself to cry in front of humans.


    Even if he died.


    He had to be a demon with his own pride and dignity.


    Hence, he moved.


    Step by step, he walked towards Fang Zhengzhi, and walked towards that sword tornado formed by an infinite number of swords, allowing the swords to stab through his body one by one.


    There wasn’t the slightest sh of ck light on his body.


    He didn’t resist.


    Instead, he looked silently at Fang Zhengzhi and walked, one step at a time, into the sword tornado...