Chapter 58: The Chaos Sword Scripture Acknowledges Its Master!

"I am willing!"

Ye Xiao's reply was decisive and resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

Yue Wuxia's illusory figure nodded slightly, a trace of admiration flashing in her eyes.

"Good!"

She formed seals with both hands, and the crystal-clear longsword suddenly dissolved into countless points of light, reforming into a complete sword within Ye Xiao's hand.

The blade was crystal clear, with a faint blue light flowing along its edge.

"This is my natal soul sword, capable of slaying demons and evil spirits."

Yue Wuxia's voice grew increasingly weak. "Remember, when the Chaos Sword Classic acknowledges its master, you must..."

Before she could finish her sentence, her illusory figure completely dissipated.

Ye Xiao only felt a heaviness in his hand as a vast surge of torrents poured into his body.

"Brat, go to hell!"

The Heart-Devouring Patriarch's furious roar came from above, the black mist transforming into a giant palm that slapped downward. Xu Beichen also seized the opportunity to break free from his restraints, the blood demon's power erupting as he charged forward like a cannonball.

"Ye Xiao! Catch!"

Han Qi suddenly tossed an object. Ye Xiao reached out and caught it; it was precisely the ancient volume of the Chaos Sword Classic.

The pages fluttered without wind, emitting a faint gray glow.

"Boom!"

The moment the giant palm descended, Ye Xiao crossed his twin swords, and a pillar of blue and red intertwined light soared into the sky, forcefully tearing an opening through the black mist.

"This is impossible!"

The Heart-Devouring Patriarch's voice was filled with terror. "How could a kid at the Palace Establishment Realm possibly..."

Ye Xiao ignored his roaring, his gaze locking onto the altar below.

The beating frequency of that heart was growing faster and faster, as if it sensed mortal danger.

"Senior Brother Du, Han Qi, help me stall Xu Beichen!"

"Don't worry!"

Du茂 spat out a mouthful of blood foam, earth-yellow profound energy forming a protective barrier around his body. Han Qi also forced herself to stand up, her ice-crystal longsword pointing directly at Xu Beichen.

Ye Xiao took a deep breath and leaped toward the altar.

During his descent, he felt the two swords in his hand begin to produce a miraculous resonance.

"So that's how it is..."

Ye Xiao suddenly understood.

The broken sword and the soul sword were originally one, only forcibly separated.

Now that they met again, a strong mutual attraction sparked between them.

"No! You can't do this!"

The Heart-Devouring Patriarch panicked completely. All the black mist retracted, forming a thick barrier above the altar. Xu Beichen also desperately broke free from Du Mao and Han Qi's entanglement, pouncing toward Ye Xiao.

"Too late!"

Ye Xiao united the dual swords, transforming into a streak of light that directly pierced through the black mist barrier and heavily stabbed into that beating heart!

"Slash!"

The moment the heart was pierced, the entire sword graveyard trembled violently.

The Heart-Devouring Patriarch let out a miserable, shrill scream, the black mist rolling like boiling water.

"No—! This deity is unwilling!"

Amidst the screams, the black mist began to dissipate.

That heart also rapidly withered, ultimately transforming into a pool of black blood.

Ye Xiao knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

That previous strike had nearly exhausted all of his strength. The two swords in his hand had also lost their luster, turning dim and dull.

"Ye Xiao! Watch out!"

Han Qi's startled cry suddenly arrived. Ye Xiao managed to raise his head, seeing Xu Beichen's ferocious face right before his eyes!

"Go to hell!"

Xu Beichen's razor-sharp claws aimed straight for Ye Xiao's throat.

At the critical moment of life and death, a beam of golden light shot forth from the Chaos Sword Classic, precisely striking Xu Beichen in the chest.

"Ah!"

Xu Beichen let out a miserable shriek, sent flying dozens of feet away by the golden light.

He looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, his face filled with disbelief.

"This... what kind of power is this?"

Ye Xiao was also stunned.

He looked down at the ancient book in his hand, discovering that the two characters "Chaos" on the cover were emitting a faint golden radiance.

"The Chaos Sword Classic has acknowledged its master?"

Ye Xiao muttered to himself.

Xu Beichen's expression flickered uncertainly before he suddenly grinned hideously. "Very well, Ye Xiao, I'll let you win this time. However..."

He fiercely pulled out a talisman and crushed it, his figure instantly enveloped in a crimson glow. "We will meet again very soon!"

With a flash of blood, Xu Beichen's figure vanished from sight.

"He let him escape again!" Du Mao slammed the ground in frustration.

Ye Xiao, however, let out a sigh of relief. In his current state, he no longer had the strength to continue fighting.

The tremors of the sword graveyard grew increasingly violent as the ceiling began to collapse.

"We must leave immediately!" Han Qi helped Ye Xiao up. "The sword graveyard is collapsing!"

The three of them supported each other as they fled outward.

Along the way, Ye Xiao discovered that the two swords in his hand had actually begun to merge. At the fracture of the broken sword, the tip of the soul sword slowly mended the gap.

"This is..."

Ye Xiao watched this scene in astonishment.

When the two swords completely merged into one, a stream of information suddenly flooded into his mind.

"So that's how it is..." Ye Xiao suddenly comprehended. "This is the complete Chaos Sword!"

When they rushed out of the sword graveyard, the mountain peak behind them had completely collapsed. On the surface of the sea, a small boat was rapidly approaching.

"It's that old boatman!"

Du Mao said pleasantly.

The old boatman brought the boat ashore and waved anxiously. "Get on board quickly! Leaving Qing Island is about to sink!"

The moment the three of them jumped onto the boat, the small island began to submerge.

The old boatman rowed desperately, the small boat shooting into the distance like an arrow released from a bow.

Ye Xiao looked back, only to see Leaving Qing Island slowly sinking into the sea.

And where the island had vanished, a pillar of blood-red light soared into the sky, faintly revealing a figure standing at the center of the beam.

"That is..." Ye Xiao's pupils constricted sharply.

"The Blood Demon True Form!" Han Qi's face turned pale as paper. "Xu Beichen has summoned the Blood Demon True Form!"

The figure within the pillar of light seemed to sense Ye Xiao's gaze and slowly turned its head. Even across such a great distance, Ye Xiao could still feel that chilling gaze.

"Ye Xiao..."

A hoarse voice echoed in his mind. "We will meet again very soon..."

The moment the voice vanished, the blood-red pillar of light also dissipated into the air.

The surface of the sea returned to calm, as if nothing had ever happened.

"We're in deep trouble now..."

Du Mao swallowed hard.

Ye Xiao tightened his grip on the Chaos Sword in his hand, a trace of resolute determination flashing in his eyes. "Let's return to East Sea City first. I need time to digest the Chaos Sword Classic."

The small boat drifted further and further away amidst the waves. Unnoticed by anyone, deep beneath the ocean floor, a pair of crimson eyes watched the direction of their departure...