Chu Yang, the Ninth Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, sacrificed almost everything he had for the sake of improving his martial arts, including the love of his life. After spending three years locating the fifth fragment of the Nine Tribulations Sword, he was ambushed by all sides at that very place. Mortally injured with no means of escape, Chu Yang executed a sacrificial technique by plunging the Nine Tribulations Sword into his very own heart. “With the blood of my heart, ten thousand tribulations will collapse!” After witnessing the death of all his ambushers, Chu Yang’s vision began to darken. At a distance, moments before his death, he saw the mastermind who had plotted his downfall — Mo Tian Ji. With that, his eyes finally closed. However, with a start, Chu Yang once again awoke to find that he had returned to when he was sixteen years of age! Furthermore, the Sword Spirit of the Nine Tribulations Sword now resided within his Dantian, the energy center of his body! From that very moment, Chu Yang would then begin to right all of his past regrets, and carve his very own legend by fulfilling his destiny as the final Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, and defeating the Heavenly Devils beyond the realm of the Nine Heavens Continent.
More than ten enemies had lost their lives to his sword's last blow. Then, the Nine Tribulations Sword had started to swallow their life force. Therefore, his body didn't feel tired.
Chu Yang roared. The hostility from his previous life had been aroused from the depths of his soul. In short, he now harbored a mad desire to massacre. He needed to kill to satisfy his bloodlust!
He moved from left to right within the crowd like a mad tiger. The Nine Tribulations Sword broke the weapons with a 'snapping' sound wherever it went.
The Nine Tribulations Sword Point glittered with an astonishingly bright light. The Sword Edge had turned crimson. The Sword Spine's entire body appeared like a demon who had bared its fangs to expose a grim smile. The blood wouldn't stick to it even after the slaughter had taken place. They were callous and devoid of any feelings… they were indifferently reaping lives; just like an executioner.