Xuanhuan: The Empress and I Swapped Bodies - Chapter 74

The Vermilion Bird’s eyes burned crimson, teetering on the edge of madness.

Their lineage’s sacred treasure—stolen by Ye Wushuang. How could it endure this?

This was no longer just about itself. It had invoked the entire Vermilion Bird lineage.

Anyone could see—the beast had truly lost all reason.

But its rage came too late. Had it not ambushed Ye Wushuang earlier, none of this would have happened.

So Ye Wushuang felt no mercy.

“The Vermilion Bird lineage? I’m not even afraid of you—a so-called ‘supreme powerhouse’ of your kind. Why would I fear the rest?”

“And did you really think I’d let you walk away alive… just so you could come back for revenge?”

“You—you dare think you can keep me here?!”

Without the Divine Spear, the Vermilion Bird was nearly deranged. Yet even in its frenzy, Ye Wushuang’s words struck like thunder.

It never imagined—not only would Ye Wushuang seize its sacred treasure, but he also intended to slay it here.

Unthinkable.

It was a Supreme Realm being! How could it fall so easily?

Ye Wushuang didn’t answer. Instead, he drew his sword.

This time, he summoned plants, metals, and stones again—but the scale dwarfed his previous display.

The sky filled with swords.

Not true blades, but weapons forged from leaves, vines, and ores—each edge no less sharp than divine steel.

More critically, Ye Wushuang had comprehended and even created countless new sword techniques since then.

Thus, the heavens became a forest of swords—

First hundreds, then thousands, tens of thousands… until over a hundred thousand hovered above.

The sight didn’t just terrify the demon army—even Zongzheng Liuning felt his scalp prickle.

“His Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin… has grown stronger again!”

The technique’s power scaled with the variety of sword intents fused within.

Initially, Ye Wushuang had mastered ten thousand intents—enough to challenge realms beyond his own.

Now? Over a hundred thousand.

The result was unfathomable.

Even though the swords weren’t aimed at the demon horde, every soldier felt death’s breath on their necks—as though survival was impossible once those blades fell.

And at the center of it all?

The Vermilion Bird.

Its crimson rage froze into icy focus.

It stared at Ye Wushuang, baffled.

Earlier, this man had been merely Immortal King Realm—a universe apart from the Supreme Realm.

Even with temporary boosts, he shouldn’t rival true supremes.

Yet now…

One move, and its life hung in the balance.

This defied all logic.

But after their previous clashes, the Vermilion Bird discarded all arrogance.

Ye Wushuang could kill it.

Underestimating him now would be suicide.

So, encircled by countless swords, the beast calmed.

And unleashed everything.

No more holding back—it summoned the full might of the southern constellations and the Vermilion Bird lineage’s deadliest arts.

Its body blazed, wings erupting in flames that threatened to scorch the world.

Behind it, an ocean of divine fire churned—a realm where every flickering ember could crush Immortal Kings.

This was no mere phantom like the one that ambushed Ye Wushuang earlier.

This was the true Vermilion Bird—

Majestic. Unbroken, despite losing two arms.

In sheer vitality, it outmatched humanity entirely.

Now, it fought seriously.

“Very well. If you won’t return our treasure… I’ll take it back myself.”

The Vermilion Birds weren’t as mighty as the legendary Phoenix Clan, but they were far from weak.

Their small numbers had forced caution—lest they share the Phoenix’s extinction.

Even its earlier attacks had been restrained.

But with their sacred treasure stolen and threats ignored?

No more pretenses.

As its power erupted, the very air ignited.

Killing intent dyed the sky crimson.

For the first time, Ye Wushuang frowned.

“So you’ve been hiding your strength.”

“I had no choice.” The Vermilion Bird’s voice was eerily calm now—all fury replaced by lethal certainty.

“But why did you force my hand?”

This composure… was far more terrifying than its rage.

It knew it could reclaim its treasure.

That confidence—so absolute it made other demon supremes pale.

Even its allies hadn’t realized how strong it truly was.

But now?

No more masks.

Only annihilation.