The Demon Lord of All Forms

On the training ground, Yun Weiyang looked at the twelve disciples around her and smiled.

She put away the Soul-Startling Bell, held the Flying Immortal Sword horizontally in front of her, and slowly let the silver-white sword light flow across the blade. In Yun Weiyang's eyes, a dark blood-red color appeared.

"Are you ready?"

"Arrogant!" a burly disciple shouted angrily, "Who do you think you are...!"

Before he could finish speaking, a chilling flash of blood appeared before his eyes.

The blood-red light was too fast, so fast that few people present could see its trajectory. It was like a blood-red thread compressed to its limit, piercing straight through the disciple's throat.

His head flew off, and a spray of blood shot into the sky like a fountain, drenching the surrounding disciples.

The disciple's headless body stood still for a moment before collapsing with a thud, blood still gushing from his neck.

The training ground was deathly silent.

On the high platform, Zuo Shulong's eyes narrowed sharply, his expression turning grim.

Shen Longlin stopped joking, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

Yan Qihui's smile remained unchanged, but his gaze grew even more profound.

Yin Xuanling tightened his grip on the Flood Dragon Seal. He had seen through the true nature of Yun Weiyang's sword strike. It was not Yun Weiyang's sword, but a sword that Yun Weiyang had imitated, belonging to Li Qinghe.

"I am not myself..." Yin Xuanling said in a low voice, his face cold and stern: "This brat has actually succeeded in his cultivation?"

The disciples around them also reacted. Looking at the blood-red cold light flickering on Yun Weiyang's sword and at her calm, unwavering eyes, a chill involuntarily arose in their hearts.

Yun Weiyang, bathed in blood, her white robe stained crimson, raised her sword, pointed it at the remaining eleven disciples, and smiled slightly.

"Aren't you going to make a move? Are you just waiting to die?"

"Attack together!"

Someone shouted, and all eleven disciples moved at once.

Some wielded supernatural powers, their demonic energy transforming into jet-black chains that coiled around Yun Weiyang from all directions; others unleashed vengeful demons that roared and pounced; still others wielded longswords and halberds, engaging in close combat…

The energy of the eleven Dao Embryos erupted simultaneously, distorting and deforming the air in the training ground.

Yun Weiyang chuckled softly, her figure flashing amidst the sword light, as if she had become one with the sword, her figure arriving wherever the sword light went.

Blood-red light flowed across the Flying Immortal Sword. With a single slash, it was like a meteor piercing the sun. The blood-red sword light condensed into a beam, piercing straight through an oncoming demon and cleaving it in two.

The demon's body exploded, turning into a sky full of black mist.

The sword light continued unabated, sweeping across and severing the three black chains that had been binding them. Where the chains broke, the demonic energy dissipated, emitting a piercing shriek.

A disciple wielding a halberd attacked from the side, the blade wreathed in demonic energy, and with unstoppable momentum, slashed towards Yun Weiyang's neck.

Yun Weiyang turned around, her sword light arriving first despite being behind. The tip of the Flying Immortal Sword touched the side of the halberd, using the force to deflect it, and the blade smoothly sliced ​​across the disciple's arm.

A flash of blood, and the severed arm flew off.

The disciple screamed and retreated rapidly, but before he could even begin to retreat, Yun Weiyang's sword caught up and pierced his heart.

The sword flashed and sang fiercely.

Yun Weiyang moved freely amidst the siege of eleven Dao Embryos. Wherever his sword light passed, waves of blood surged. One disciple's demonic head was slain, but Yun Weiyang himself was also cut in half at the waist by the sword light. He lay in a pool of blood, struggling and howling, his upper body still desperately crawling towards the stands.

Another disciple's magic weapon was knocked away, and the sword light followed closely behind, severing his legs at the knees.

The disciples in the stands were dumbfounded.

"What... what kind of sword technique is this?"

"The supernatural powers of the Demon Scripture... are they really this terrifying?"

On the high platform, Zuo Shulong's expression grew increasingly grim. He glanced at Li Qinghe, then at Yun Weiyang, snorted coldly, and remained silent.

Shen Longlin chuckled, his eyes gleaming: "Good lad, good lad, Li Qinghe, you've taken on a good disciple."

Li Qinghe glanced at Yan Qihui with a blank expression.

Yan Qihui tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, his gaze fixed on Yun Weiyang, never looking away.

On the training ground, Yun Weiyang slashed out with her sword, beheading another disciple. Blood sprayed out, staining his white robe dark red.

boom!

Just then, an immense pressure suddenly descended, as if the sky had collapsed, pressing down on Yun Weiyang.

Yun Weiyang froze.

A disciple in blue robes walked out of the crowd with a black lamp on his head. The lamp was completely black and had an ancient shape that resembled a lotus flower. A small, pale blue flame burned on the wick. The flame was only the size of a thumb, but it exuded a chilling aura.

Yun Weiyang slashed down with her sword, the sword light aimed at the disciple in green, but just as the sword light fell, a spark from the lamp clashed with the sword light.

The sword light shattered instantly, as if made of paper, turning into countless points of light that dissipated.

Yun Weiyang felt the Yellow Millet Bell vibrating within the Dao Embryo Cave Heaven, and her expression was somewhat surprised.

This lamp is a genuine artifact, of the same grade as the Yellow Millet Bell bestowed upon him by Nong Ting City. A mere inner disciple has no right to possess a genuine artifact; it must have been given to him by a true disciple.

The remaining five disciples gathered around the disciple in blue, their faces breaking into smiles, their earlier fear completely gone.

Yin Xuanling's lips curled up slightly. He had lent out the Black Lotus Lamp, a true artifact that was enough to crush any opponent in the Dao Embryo Realm. He wanted to see what Yun Weiyang could do.

On the high platform, Li Qinghe's expression was slightly cold.

Yan Qihui remained smiling, offering no response.

Nongawa sat up straight, expressionless.

On the training ground, Yun Weiyang looked at the black lamp, remained silent for a moment, and did not take out the Yellow Millet Bell.

The six disciples opposite Yun Weiyang looked at her with puzzled expressions. Why wasn't she retaliating? Had Yun Weiyang given up?

Amidst the astonished expressions of the six disciples opposite her, Yun Weiyang took a few steps back, walked to the edge of the martial arts arena, passed through the invisible array light curtain, and jumped down from the arena.

The entire audience was stunned.

"He... admitted defeat?"

"Jumping off the training ground, is that considered admitting defeat?"

On the high platform, Li Qinghe frowned. She couldn't understand what Yun Weiyang was doing. With the Yellow Millet Bell, Yun Weiyang could easily win.

Yan Qihui and Nong Tingshi's expressions changed at the same time. Their eyes turned to the six disciples gathered in the center of the training ground, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

Yun Weiyang stood outside the martial arts arena, turned around, looked at the six disciples in the square, and waved with a smile.

"Bye now."

The words fell.

The five inner disciples surrounding the disciple in blue suddenly turned their heads and looked at the disciple in blue in the center.

Five faces, five different faces, all simultaneously revealing the same smile as Yun Weiyang—shallow and indifferent.

The five of them murmured in unison.

"burst!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Five enormous, blood-red fireballs exploded simultaneously, like five small suns rising at the same time, engulfing a large portion of the training ground.