Douluo's Contract God King Huo Yuhao

Chapter 95 Sword God

Watching Jing Ziyan die before his eyes, Ji Juechen was consumed by a frenzied rage. He desperately gathered his sword energy, and an ever-growing sword energy began to converge.

Masked Douluo watched Ji Juechen's struggle with great interest, and laughed as he watched him try to raise his sword at him again and again.

He held a soul-guided knife in his hand and pressed it against Ji Nianjian's neck. "Boy, put down your sword now and beg me, and I'll release your daughter."

As he spoke, Masked Man stood up the swaddling clothes containing the baby girl, and the blade lightly cut his neck, leaving a bloody mark.

For the first time, Ji Juechen hesitated. He looked at the Masked Douluo with a blank expression, his hand holding the sword trembling more and more. As the shallow bloodstains became more obvious, he lost all hope.

He knew perfectly well that the Masked Douluo would not keep his promise, and that his final strike was the best outcome.

For a Soul Master obsessed with swords, laying down his sword and waiting to die is a disgrace, but he really can't watch his daughter die in front of him.

That was his own daughter, so young. Even if he was destined to die, he hoped to die before her.

The shattered meteorite was slowly lowered, and the sword aura on Ji Juechen's body suddenly shattered completely, his sword intent accumulated over the years vanishing without a trace.

"That's right, that's more like it. But too bad, I was just joking with you."

A spurt of blood gushed out, and Ji Juechen stared blankly at the scene before him, his eyes vacant and unfocused, like a dead man.

"I heard that a young man rejected the offer from the Sun Moon Empire, and several members of the royal family were not happy about it. Mingde Hall gave me a list, and it's full of people like you who are so stubborn."

With the two nails removed, Ji Juechen could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, while the masked man's laughing voice continued to echo.

"The royal family has been making some subtle moves lately, and I'm giving you this news for free, so remember to spread the word."

Seeing Ji Juechen's shattered martial soul, the Masked Douluo stepped forward, grabbed him, and whispered in his ear.

Ji Juechen lay in a pool of blood like a dead man, his vision filled with crimson, his consciousness sinking into a frenzy.

Scenes from the past kept flashing before his eyes: he saw his dead father, his deceased mother, the fearless Jing Ziyan, and the blood splattered in his sleep.

He saw the sword, a sword on the verge of breaking, a sword that had lost its luster.

He gripped the sword with trembling hands, but he had no more soul power left in his body. His martial spirit was shattered, his sword aura dissipated, and he could no longer hold the sword due to the loss of all his soul power.

In the early morning, Ji Juechen was found and carried back. He was still lying on the bed in a daze, and the neighbor who carried him back sighed with pity.

Within the sea of ​​his spirit, Ji Juechen gripped the constantly vibrating sword frantically, repeating the cycle even as it was repeatedly deflected.

He wanted revenge; he wanted to kill all the evil spirit masters, he wanted to kill those members of the royal family, and he wanted to kill Jing Hongchen.

His hatred affected the hilt of the sword, causing a streak of blood to appear on it, yet he still couldn't bring himself to grip it.

Just as Ji Juechen's mental energy was being depleted and he was becoming somewhat dazed, a voice came from afar, its origin unclear.

"True swordsmanship should be about facing death and living, without retreating even an inch."

Ji Juechen roared somewhat maniacally, "I didn't want to back down, but I can't live for my daughter's death. I can't do it. Tell me, what makes me think I can?"

The initially ethereal voice gradually solidified, transforming from a voice resembling Huo Yuhao's into an emotionless, mechanical one.

"Are you really quit? What was your reason for practicing swordsmanship? Was it really just because you loved it?"

Ji Juechen's somewhat out-of-control emotions seemed to be soothed by something, and his previously collapsing beliefs gradually came together.

"Why do I love swords? Why do I love swords? Why?"

To fulfill my father's dream, to prove my strength, for revenge, or perhaps to protect them—why do I love swords?

"If you are strong enough, and your sword is strong enough, you can cut through heaven and earth, and you can break the rules."

"Yes, I'm doing this to break the rules. I not only want revenge, but I also want to reverse life and death. I want to completely shatter this ironclad law of life and death."

"I rescued Ziyan, I rescued my daughter, I rescued my parents. I love swords because I want to use them to do what I believe is right."

At the age of 31, a purple-gold light rose from Ji Juechen's body. Ji Juechen, who had not eaten for a year, gradually awoke, his face rosy and without a trace of paleness.

A massive sword shadow appeared above the county town, and then expanded to cover the entire Sun Moon Empire.

Ji Juechen's martial spirit completely transformed into an illusory sword shadow, and the shattered cracks were instantly repaired without a trace.

His body was filled with bright golden divine power, and his original soul power gradually merged into it as well.

With a gentle clench of his right hand, a nearly broken iron sword appeared in his hand, its entire blade enveloped in a purplish-gold light.

A crystal sword, as clear and translucent as jade, replaced the broken iron sword, and an unprecedentedly powerful aura emerged from Ji Juechen's body.

"Is this a distorted future? Or is it a kind of future? Although I know it's fake, the sword is all about clear thinking."

Ji Juechen muttered to himself, swinging his crystal sword forward. The Masked Douluo, the Holy Spirit Cult, the Sun and Moon Royal Family, and the Mingde Hall all vanished.

"Is this the process that helped me comprehend sword intent? Or should I call it the rudimentary form of a law?"

Thank you for helping me see my own heart clearly. Indeed, compared to simply wielding a sword because of love, the emotion of protecting is much stronger.

Since you've done all this so that I'll unleash this sword that challenges heaven and earth, let me see just how powerful your sword really is.

My Heaven-Slaying Law.

Ji Juechen held his sword in his right hand, took a few steps to gather his strength, and then headed towards the sky, the tip of his sword pointing upwards, piercing the azure sky.

As the giant sword phantom attacked the sky, a crisp sound rang out, as if something had cracked.

Immediately afterwards, a massive bolt of lightning roared down upon Ji Juechen.

Ignoring his various injuries, Ji Juechen bravely withstood the tribulation lightning and once again used his sword to slash towards the sky.

Unlike the previous sounds, a loud cracking sound rang out, and a deep crack appeared in the sky that remained unclosed for a long time.

At the same time, the river that governs souls in the divine realm appeared before Ji Juechen, and Ji Juechen forcibly dragged out the souls of his parents, wife, and daughter.

Carrying four souls, Ji Juechen forcefully broke through to the God Realm, created his own Godhood, and made a sword the Godhood, thus becoming a Level One God.

In reality, Ji Juechen's eyelids twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking around as if in a dream.