The Sword Sovereign Who Suppresses All

Ye Xuan looked down from above at Wu Lingxiao, who had collapsed completely onto the ground with her Dao heart on the verge of shattering, as well as the three former lovers beside her, still immersed in shock. Then he suddenly let out a quiet laugh.

“Jiuhuang.”

Ye Xuan turned his head slightly, his tone as calm as if he were ordering something utterly insignificant. “Place the most vicious restrictions on these three bitches—Ye Qingcheng, Zi Yao, and Xia Lengyue. Seal their nascent souls completely and suppress their divine souls. Make sure they don’t even have the right to self-destruct.”

“I don’t want to smell that nauseating fox stench and demonic aura coming from them ever again.”

“As you command, Husband.”

Ye Jiuhuang gave a slight nod. Her eyes, which had been as tender as water when she looked at Ye Xuan, turned utterly cold and merciless the instant they shifted toward the three women below.

She did not even draw her sword. She merely raised her jade-like hand and lightly tapped the air three times with her slender fingers.

Three nearly transparent, platinum-gold sword auras instantly pierced through the void. Moving at an unbelievable speed, they plunged separately into the brows of Xia Lengyue, Zi Yao, and Ye Qingcheng!

“Ah!”

Three screams of utter agony rang out almost simultaneously above the ruins of the Weiyang Palace.

The three sword auras did not destroy their physical bodies. Instead, they transformed into countless densely packed sword-shaped shackles, wrapping tightly around their Mahayana nascent souls and divine souls like parasites burrowing into their bones.

In the blink of an eye, the icy aura around Xia Lengyue that had frozen all things vanished. Zi Yao’s overwhelming violet-black demonic might collapsed, while the soul-captivating nine-tailed phantom behind Ye Qingcheng melted away like snow beneath the blazing sun, disappearing without a trace.

The three peerless female fiends, whose names had resounded throughout the myriad heavens and worlds and who had once stood high above all others, now had every trace of spiritual power within them sealed away.

They lay helplessly sprawled across the cold rubble of the ruins, like spineless creatures whose backbones had been torn out. Aside from their bodies still being somewhat stronger than those of ordinary mortals, they were now inferior even to a Qi Condensation cultivator.

“My cultivation... My magical power...”

Xia Lengyue stared despairingly at her hands, which were no longer crystalline and translucent. Feeling the emptiness within her dantian, her sapphire-blue eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

“Husband! Why are you doing this to me? Kill me! You might as well kill me!”

Zi Yao struggled wildly on the ground, her hair disheveled. Without her demonic cultivation to support her, she felt cold all over, while the pathological possessiveness in her heart was swallowed by endless despair.

Ye Qingcheng was crying so hard that her makeup had run, crawling across the ground like a peasant woman from the mortal world as she tried to seize the hem of Ye Xuan’s robe. “Husband, I was wrong! Please, please remove the seal...”

Yet Ye Xuan did not even spare them a glance.

His gaze passed over the three sobbing women and settled on Wu Lingxiao on the other side. Her body was covered in blood, yet she still clutched the Imperial Sword tightly in her hand.

“As for you...” Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Seeing this, a flash of cold intent passed through Ye Jiuhuang’s eyes. Her fingertip once again condensed a terrifying sword gleam powerful enough to cleave the stars apart.

However, just as she was about to drive the sword gleam into Wu Lingxiao’s body and completely cripple the Empress of Great Xia—

“Wait.”

Ye Xuan suddenly reached out and gently pressed a hand against Ye Jiuhuang’s wrist. In an even voice, he said, “Leave her alive. There’s no need to place a restriction on her.”

The sword qi in Ye Jiuhuang’s hand vanished in an instant. She turned her head, a rare trace of confusion appearing on her peerlessly beautiful, icy countenance. There was even a faint hint of sourness and jealousy mixed into her expression.

“Husband?”

Ye Jiuhuang pursed her red lips slightly. Her tone remained respectful, but it carried a touch of feminine displeasure. “She possesses one of the Nine Ultimate Dao Physiques, the Time Dao Physique. Although her damaged Dao heart prevents her from displaying her full strength right now, the laws of time are strange and unfathomable, and she poses such a great threat to you. Why didn’t you let me kill her outright? Or cripple her and eliminate the trouble forever?”

Seeing the First Sword Emperor of the Heavens displaying such a coy, jealous maidenly attitude before him, Ye Xuan was in an excellent mood.

He could not resist reaching out to pinch Ye Jiuhuang’s smooth, delicate cheek. Then he let out a cold laugh and cast a disdainful glance at Wu Lingxiao.

“A threat? Jiuhuang, you’re giving her far too much credit.”

“Even if she relies on her peak Mahayana cultivation to forcibly break the contract restriction of [One Conquest, Eternal Conquest] once, so what? As long as I am willing, my [One Conquest, Eternal Conquest] will cover her soul again in the very next instant after she removes it.”

Ye Xuan’s voice was not loud, yet every word struck Wu Lingxiao’s battered heart like a heavy hammer. “No matter how powerful the Time Dao Physique is, it cannot surpass my [One Conquest, Eternal Conquest]. She has never been my nemesis. Not in the past, not now, and certainly not in the future.”

Upon hearing this, the worry in Ye Jiuhuang’s beautiful eyes gradually faded, though she still looked somewhat puzzled. “Since that’s the case, Husband, why not kill her?”

Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his profound gaze seeming to pierce through the endless void and glimpse the origin of the Great Dao spanning the myriad heavens and worlds.

He smiled faintly.

“The Time Dao Physique, as one of the Nine Ultimate Physiques of the myriad heavens and worlds, is restricted by the laws of Heaven and Earth. In this world, only one Time Dao Physique is permitted to exist in any given era.”

“If I kill her now, she will naturally be reduced to dust. But in the cycle of heavenly reincarnation, no one can guarantee where the next person born with the Time Dao Physique will appear. Will they be friend or foe? If it happens to be born in an even more dangerous and uncontrollable peerless prodigy, that would be the real trouble.”

At this point, the corners of Ye Xuan’s lips curved into an utterly cold and calculating smile. “So leave her alive. Rather than throw an unknown time bomb into the future, it’s better to keep the Time Dao Physique in this foolish woman.”

He made no attempt to conceal his words. He simply declared them openly in front of Wu Lingxiao.

There was not the slightest warmth of rekindled affection, nor even a trace of pity.

There was only the icy coldness of reducing her to a mere object.

Wu Lingxiao stood there in a daze.

Her eyes, turned blood-red from the backlash, stared fixedly at Ye Xuan.

Within them churned madness, humiliation, despair, unwillingness, and a twisted obsession she herself could not understand.

She understood.

In Ye Xuan’s eyes, she did not even count as a person.

Her proud identity as an emperor, her perfect body coveted by countless men, her self-righteous devotion and obsession...

In Ye Xuan’s eyes, all of it was worthless garbage.

The only thing Ye Xuan had ever truly valued was the Temporal Dao Physique within her, a physique that could not be stripped away.

Just as Wu Lingxiao trembled all over, on the verge of a complete mental breakdown, Ye Xuan took a step forward and slowly walked up to her.

The distance between them was less than half a foot. Wu Lingxiao could even smell the faint, pure and dustless fragrance that clung to Ye Xuan.

Once upon a time, it had been the scent she craved most desperately, the scent she had wanted all to herself.

She lifted her head and bit down hard on her red lips. Bright blood trickled down her chin, making her look like a she-wolf driven into a corner—covered in wounds, yet still baring her fangs.

Ye Xuan, however, showed neither wariness nor disgust.

He simply raised a hand with perfect naturalness. As though soothing a stray dog that had just barked at him furiously, only to tuck its tail between its legs moments later, he gently and rhythmically stroked Wu Lingxiao’s head.

“A-Xiao.”

Ye Xuan’s voice was unexpectedly gentle, yet it carried an aloof, world-dominating force, like magic that could dictate the fate of all things.

“For this period of time, you can clean up the mess left behind by the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty yourself. Once you’re done, find somewhere quiet and take a good look into your own heart.”

His fingers slid through her disheveled black hair. Feeling the delicate body beneath his palm tremble faintly with fear and excitement, the smile at the corner of his lips grew even deeper.

“In the end, what will you choose? Will you continue to be my enemy, Ye Xuan’s enemy… or will you cast aside your laughable pride and become my dog completely—become my woman?”

He withdrew his hand and did not spare her another glance.

“Once you’ve made up your mind, come find me at the Sword God Palace.”

With that, he turned around. His black-and-gold robe traced a cold, ruthless arc through the night wind as he walked toward Ye Jiuhuang and Ying’er without the slightest hesitation or reluctance.