Volume 3 Chapter 205

Volume 3 + Chapter 205: Fury

Xia Yi’s eyes widened.

Every word spoken by the witch just now had entered her ears.

Right in front of her, she had killed her student, and even declared that she would torment Hill’s soul, never allowing her to find peace.

You are—

“Looking for death!!”

Xia Yi raised her hand, and from the ground, a great spear of earth shot toward the witch without the need for any incantation.

The witch released a black mist, trying to block Xia Yi’s attack.

But more spears of earth flew up from the ground one after another, shooting out like bamboo shoots sprouting, piercing through the witch’s body.

However, the witch looked utterly satisfied.

“Yes, that’s it! Show your fury to its fullest!!”

Seeds of rage sprouted in Xia Yi’s heart, and they were already ignited.

She would avenge Hill.

“Shut up!!”

Xia Yi raised her hand again, and another slender spear of earth pierced the witch’s throat.

“Come now, listen to this woman’s soul wail in agony~ What a beautiful symphony that is~”

It was as if her attacks had no effect and could not silence the witch’s mouth.

That provocative voice kept ringing in her ears.

At the same time, black energy flowed down from the witch’s body, dripping like sludge onto the ground and pooling together.

In that filthy mire appeared a black shadow resembling Hill.

The shadow’s body twisted in pain, emitting wretched screams.

“Ahhhh! Save me!!”

“Xia Yi, hurry… help me…”

“I want release… wuuu…”

That was Hill’s voice.

Xia Yi felt a stabbing pain in her heart, as if it were being squeezed, and she became even more enraged.

“Yes, this is that woman’s soul!! Well? Her pitiful screams—are they pleasing to your ears? I told you, I will torment her soul so she can never find peace, not until she completely dissipates!”

“You…”

Xia Yi’s body began to tremble.

Her emotions spiraled out of control. The seeds of rage exploded completely. Her fury spread like a wildfire across a plain.

The blood in her veins felt as though it were boiling, making her organs scalding hot.

Raw killing intent radiated from her body.

Her human disguise dissolved, revealing the royal bloodline of the Silver Dragon King. Her silver eyes glowed faintly.

Her will, her spirit, and her thoughts all seemed to turn into fuel for her anger.

Xia Yi’s sense of self began to fade from her vision. She only wanted to vent her rage—to kill, to seek revenge—even if—

Even if her anger burned her own self away!

“Holy Sword!!”

Xia Yi roared, summoning the Holy Sword Gram.

“Slash!!”

Under a golden radiance, sword energy raged, cleaving the earth, splitting the ground into pieces. Within the storm of sword qi, Xia Yi slashed the witch countless times.

Xia Yi felt she could no longer see clearly. Her vision blurred. She couldn’t even hear the witch’s voice anymore.

Perhaps the witch was screaming now.

To Xia Yi, that sound was like heavenly music.

She abandoned thought, abandoned self, surrendering everything to rage.

She even began to forget—what was the reason she became so furious in the first place?

She only sank deeper into anger.

As for the reason for her fury…? That didn’t seem all that important.

All she needed to do now was shred everything before her—slaughter it all!

“Die!!”

Xia Yi drove the Holy Sword deep into the witch’s body.

She had completely trampled the witch beneath her feet, subjecting her to wanton ravaging.

Not enough. This was still not enough. Even if she killed the witch ten thousand times, it would never be enough!

This gave her an unprecedented sense of exhilaration—an intoxicating supreme pleasure that drew her in with no escape.

As if this was her reason for fighting…

…Reason for fighting?

Xia Yi froze for a moment.

No.

The remnants of reason told her that becoming a Holy Sword wielder, learning the way of the sword—that was not for this.

A heart like a clear mirror, still as water!

She entered the flawless state of a Sword Saint, trying to suppress the fury that had burned away her rationality.

At last, she realized—if she allowed her extreme emotions to keep rampaging, she would be completely consumed by anger, losing herself.

The highest state of clarity!

Xia Yi, who had stepped into the realm of the Sword Saint, elevated her mind to another level.

Her vision stabilized, no longer blurred, gradually returning to normal. Her rationality returned as well.

“What was I… just doing?”

Xia Yi stared in shock at her own hands—and at the horrifying scene before her.

Had she really caused such massive destruction?

No.

No!

She also realized that the so-called “Hill” was not the real one.

If it were truly Hill, she would never act that way toward Xia Yi.

“Witch… No, you are not the witch! The witch is already dead!”

Xia Yi stared at the figure before her.

“…”

Sure enough, it wasn’t the witch Saphia.

The witch’s disguise vanished, replaced by a humanoid form entirely wreathed in flames—flames that burned without end, filled with a sense of calamity.

Xia Yi understood.

If she hadn’t regained her senses in time, she would have been devoured by her rage, burned to nothing, and ended up like this fiery humanoid.

This flaming being, like the witch, was an Apostle of Calamity—a high-tier Calamity Beast devoted to Samael, the Calamity of Wrath.

The Apostle of Calamity had deliberately created illusions to cloud her heart, disrupt her mind, and make her succumb to wrath—becoming its slave.

“ROARRR!!!”

The Apostle of Calamity bellowed at Xia Yi, unleashing an explosion of flames that surged toward the silver-haired loli.

It had likely realized its previous tactic failed and now intended to settle things in a decisive battle.

With the aid of her supreme state of clarity, Xia Yi controlled her emotions, restraining her self-destructive wrath. In doing so, she would not be swayed or lose herself.

“Phantom Strike!”

Xia Yi gripped the Holy Sword with both hands and engaged head-on.

The blade cut through the surging flames, dispersing the fiery curtain. At the same time, the sword energy pierced the Apostle of Calamity. Under the Holy Sword’s brilliance, victory was decided.

“Ugh… ah!”

The Apostle of Calamity collapsed to its knees, flailing its arms wildly.

But then the flames flared violently, and in an instant, the Apostle of Calamity turned to ashes.

It was as if this was the punishment for defeat—once it lost, regardless of survival, it would be consumed by its own fire.

Though wrath granted temporary power, battles like these ensured one day defeat would come—and that day would be the day of annihilation.

Xia Yi felt tense, deeply worried whether Tia had encountered the same situation.

“I wonder how Tia is now. Hopefully her luck isn’t as bad as mine, running into an Apostle of Calamity… Huh? What’s this?”

Suddenly, the little princess discovered something strange. After the Apostle of Calamity burned to ashes, it unexpectedly left behind something unusual.