Darkness-Style Protagonist: Killing His Brother, Slaughtering His Clan, Proving the Dao with Blood

Xuan Aotian's eyelids twitched wildly, his eyes brimming with fury.

He had never imagined that his own younger brother, Xuan Ning, would appear here.

The two were like fire and water—one a rebellious abandoned son, the other the most outstanding and obedient child of the clan.

Xuan Aotian's gaze was sharp to the extreme, like a blade that seized one's soul.

His voice was hoarse as he questioned him word by word.

"Xuan Ning, who sent you here?"

"That old immortal?"

Xuan Ning's expression remained calm as he slowly said.

"Brother, it has been a long time."

"I requested to come here of my own accord."

"Brother, since you have chosen to sever all ties with my Xuan Family, then you should not be throwing around the name of the Hidden Ancient Clan Xuan Family outside."

"Including... using the divine abilities and cultivation arts Father gave you!"

A trace of killing intent flashed through Xuan Aotian's eyes. Upon hearing this, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Good, good!"

"I, Xuan Aotian, have long had not even half a coin's worth of connection with your Xuan Family. The cultivation art I use is not your damn Xuantian Record at all!"

As he spoke, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword appeared in his hand.

Xuan Aotian gripped the Immortal Slaughtering Sword tightly.

The Heartless Great Dao emerged at his side. His black hair danced wildly in the air, while waves of terrifyingly sharp sword intent rippled outward.

"Xuan Ning, since you also wish to stop me from obtaining this Qualification Token, then let me see whether you have the ability today!"

"Come, fight to the death!!"

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword in his hand swept through the air, and surging black sword radiance tore through everything!

Rumble!

The earth beneath his feet cracked inch by inch as vast, terrifying sword radiance came roaring forward, incomparably sharp and peerlessly murderous!

He had long been sick of this younger brother who had stolen everything from him.

And Xuan Ning was the same!

Xuan Ning muttered with an incomparably calm expression.

"Xuan Aotian..."

"I have long looked forward to this as well!"

"Only I am Father's most outstanding son!"

Buzz.

The Yin Yang poles suddenly emerged behind him.

The Xuantian Record circulated. Xuan Ning's Treasure Body was flawless as green jade, and he thrust out his palm in a tidal strike.

A white palm dozens of zhang wide, containing countless runes, swept toward the sword radiance!

"Rumble rumble rumble—"

This was a battle between two peerless young geniuses, brothers of the Ancient Clan Xuan Family!

In an instant, the terrifying divine radiance erupting from their fierce collision swallowed the entire arena!

That Divine Might, like mountains collapsing and seas crashing, made everyone in the audience feel as though they were personally standing within it!

"What terrifying strength!"

"Are these the geniuses nurtured with all the Ancient Clan Xuan Family's strength?!"

Amid that horrifying light, an angry roar rang out!

Xuan Aotian was seen wielding the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, his boundless sword intent and killing intent pulverizing that divine power layer by layer.

Like a streak of black lightning, he charged toward Xuan Ning. Both his speed and attacks had reached their utmost limit!

"Xuan Ning!!!"

Xuan Ning's expression was icy at this moment as well.

He stepped through the air with his right foot, and Tai Chi Yin Yang emerged beneath him.

He spread his five fingers. Golden runes coiled around his fingertips as an unfathomable power spread forth.

"Xuan Aotian, ever since you appeared, I vanished from Father's eyes."

"If only you had never returned to the Xuan Family..."

Using the Xuantian Record as its foundation and the Yin Yang Ancient Arts as its core.

Divine radiance burst from Xuan Ning's eyes. With a low shout, he pressed out a heaven-flattening palm of interwoven black and white toward Xuan Aotian!

"Yin Yang Ancient Arts, Suppress Mountains!"

It was like stars falling and mountains in all directions collapsing!

Before that vast and majestic palm had even descended, Xuan Aotian, who was rushing forward, already felt an immense and terrifying pressure!

"Rumble rumble—"

That tremendous Divine Might caused Xuan Aotian's pressure to multiply at once.

He slowed down and looked up at the enormous black-and-white palm crashing down overhead, his gaze terrifyingly cold.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword in his hand let out a clear sword cry.

Strands of incomparably sharp sword intent—capable of cleaving all things, yet heartless and without righteousness—coiled around the blade in circles.

Xuan Aotian's face was filled with rage as he swept his sword at the black-and-white palm above!

"Xuan Ning, today I will tell you that even if you have received all that old immortal's painstaking cultivation, you are still no match for me, Xuan Aotian!"

"Heaven Slaying Sword Art, Heaven Nether!"

Seeing this, Xuan Ning spoke coldly.

"You ungrateful wretch, who exactly received Father's painstaking cultivation?"

"Xuan Aotian, though you are my elder brother."

"The gap between our cultivation is a chasm you will never cross!"

"Suppress!"

As his words fell, the aura of the black-and-white palm abruptly surged dozens of times, expanding by an entire circle.

Boom!

Accompanied by a terrifying explosion.

The sword radiance Xuan Aotian had unleashed shattered into pieces, while the black-and-white palm remained unscathed and pressed ever closer. In the next instant, it would descend!

Xuan Aotian clenched the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, his killing intent piercing the heavens. He stared fixedly at the black-and-white palm and said coldly.

"Then open your dog eyes and watch carefully!"

"I, Xuan Aotian, will shatter your divine ability!"

The Nameless Sword Art circulated, recreating the scene from when he had slain Jiao.

Xuan Aotian's condensed sword intent took physical form as Heartless Sword Qi, several times more numerous than before, gathered and coalesced.

"Die!"

Xuan Aotian slashed out with his sword, and countless streams of Sword Qi shot toward the black-and-white palm in the sky like a sudden, dense rainstorm!

"Sword Cleaves the Eight Wastelands!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

Terrifying, dense attacks erupted alongside great divine abilities. Under those incomparably sharp divine abilities, cracks actually appeared upon the black-and-white giant palm.

In the next moment, it was forcibly swallowed by the dazzling sword radiance that reached the heavens!

"Rumble rumble rumble!!"

With a deafening crash like exploding thunder, the entire arena shook!

Xuan Aotian charged out from the sea of divine radiance like a god and demon.

Facing the great divine abilities his younger brother Xuan Ning sent crashing toward him, he was like a peerless treasured sword capable of cutting down everything—breaking ten thousand arts with the sword and charging onward without obstruction!

Countless people watched the terrifying battle between these two Ancient Clan geniuses, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound!

"Is this truly a battle at the Undying Realm..."

"I never imagined that in this life, I would witness two Ancient Clan geniuses drenched in blood as they fought to the death. Today's ticket was truly worth it!"

"This Heavenly Qi Arena really knew how to put on a damn show!"

Even the geniuses on the Hidden Ancient Clan side were all utterly shocked.

"Xuan Aotian can actually fight his younger brother Xuan Ning on equal footing? How is that possible?!"

Qi Ao could not help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Looking at Xuan Aotian, who resembled a god of slaughter within the arena, he had never imagined that this fellow possessed such terrifying strength!

Inside the supreme private room.

Liu Zishan, whose hands were beginning to ache from kneading, watched the scene below. Her beautiful eyes shone with amazement as she said in astonishment.

"To possess such cultivation at this age, he is indeed worthy of being from the Hidden Ancient Clan."

Liu Zishan sat beside Su Chenxiao and looked toward the smiling Su Chenxiao as she asked.

"Young Master does not seem surprised at all?"

Su Chenxiao narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Do not rush. Both of them are still holding something back. Only now will the real show begin."

As expected, a younger brother was ultimately just a younger brother.

Before a Fate-Chosen protagonist for whom crossing realms was as easy as eating and drinking, a mere eight minor realms were nothing at all.

If he remembered correctly, among the cultivation arts of that Fate-Chosen protagonist Xuan Aotian, there seemed to be a Black Ancient Scripture?

A forbidden art from the Dark Era, a cultivation art that did not belong to the heavens.

The history of the heavens had once suffered invasions by the dark side, by Outer Realm Devil Gods. To be honest, people had long grown accustomed to those bizarre and crooked evil cultivation arts, and their tolerance was high.

But the cultivation arts of those strange beings from the Dark Era were different.

They could not be spoken of, nor could they be named.

Forget cultivating them—even the slightest contact could drastically alter one's temperament. Their mere existence would cause the aura they exuded to spread through an entire Dao Domain, until in the end, everyone became strange beings whom all could rightfully kill.

There had once been a rumor.

The Dark Era began when an unseen black ancient book suddenly appeared one day, transforming all living beings in an entire domain into strange beings...

"Ah, Xuan Aotian, Xuan Aotian. If this gets out, I fear even Emperor-level figures will appear."

"A darkness-style protagonist, a fine Heartless Evil Emperor. Presumably, the 'evil' in that title refers to this Black Ancient Scripture..."

Compared to him, even this villain was righteous to the point of shining white and blazing red.

Su Chenxiao's eyes flickered.

He glanced at Xuan Aotian's life script, then shook his head with a chuckle.

"Heartless Evil Emperor" Life Script: Killing his brother, slaughtering his clan, proving the Dao with blood.