The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 48 White Dragon Sky-Piercing Sword

The pure white blade light collided with the sky full of sword light.

Ding ding ding ding...

The dense clanging of metal was like a torrential downpour on banana leaves, continuous and unending.

Yun Weiyang's palm strikes were incredibly fast, one after another, shattering the incoming sword light one by one.

The shattered sword light transformed into countless tiny specks of light, like fireflies dancing in the night sky, beautiful yet deadly.

The white-clad youth's swordsmanship, like his name, was cold, sharp, and continuous. There were no fixed moves, only a hazy artistic conception. The sword light was like water, which could be soft or hard, slow or fast, a trickle or a raging torrent.

With a single thrust, the sword light was as fine as silk, almost invisible, aimed straight at Yun Weiyang's throat.

Yun Weiyang dodged to the side, the sword light grazing his neck and leaving a pinhole-sized, unfathomable hole in the cliff behind him.

Another sword swept across, its light like a bolt of lightning, slashing down at the waist.

Yun Weiyang slashed down with her palm, the blade's edge striking the sword light and splitting it in two.

The sword light that had been cleaved flew past Yun Weiyang's side, blasting two deep ravines into the cliffs on either side, sending rocks flying everywhere.

The two figures moved swiftly under the starlight.

The white-clad youth moved with the fluidity of water, without any hesitation. Sometimes he appeared in front of Yun Weiyang, his sword light like a waterfall; sometimes he appeared to the side of Yun Weiyang, his sword light like silk; sometimes he appeared behind Yun Weiyang, his sword light like needles, omnipresent and all-pervasive.

Yun Weiyang's movements were even more unpredictable. She stepped on pure white clouds, her figure elusive, sometimes like smoke, sometimes like mist, sometimes like a ghost. Her palm strikes were simple and unadorned, without any fancy moves, each strike aimed straight for the vital points, precise and deadly.

The two fought from the cliff into the air, from the air to the wreckage of the suspension bridge, and from the wreckage back to the cliff.

Wherever it passed, rocks shattered, ancient trees flew, and sword light slashed, leaving deep sword marks several feet deep on the cliff face, crisscrossing like a spider web. When the blade struck, it blasted open craters several feet wide in the ground, scattering rocks and filling the air with dust.

The white-robed youth's sword light grew faster and denser, his nascent sword intent pushed to its limit. The sword light transformed into a vast ocean, boundless and endless, completely enveloping Yun Weiyang.

Yun Weiyang's palm strikes reached their limit. She unleashed both hands simultaneously, the blade light weaving into a large net that shredded the descending sword light one by one.

Several tears had appeared on Yun Weiyang's white robe, each with a shallow bloodstain beneath it. There were too many sword lights, so many that Yun Weiyang couldn't block them all. However, with the surge of vitality Yun Weiyang had gained after advancing to the Dao Embryo stage, she could recover from these injuries in a few breaths.

The young man in white noticed this as well. He changed his sword style, no longer pursuing quantity but quality, concentrating all his sword intent into one strike. A dazzling white light condensed at the tip of the sword, like a white dragon coiled on the blade.

White Dragon Sky-Piercing Sword!

A burst of white light transformed into a white dragon tens of feet long, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at Yun Weiyang. The dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth, causing the entire mountain cliff to tremble.

Yun Weiyang did not dodge. A blood-red sword light suddenly shone in her right hand. It was Li Qinghe's sword.

A palm strike came down.

The crimson blade light clashed with the white dragon.

boom!

The world was a vast expanse of white.

The white light engulfed everything, submerging the cliffs, suspension bridge, abyss, and starry sky. Yun Weiyang and the white-haired youth disappeared in the white light, leaving only two blurry shadows colliding wildly.

Sword light and blade aura intertwined, like a dazzling fireworks display. Each collision unleashed a brilliant flash, illuminating the surrounding area for miles. Cliffs trembled, abysses roared, and gales howled, with sand and stones flying everywhere.

Finally, the white light dissipated.

Yun Weiyang stood there, his white robe mostly torn, his body covered in sword marks and dripping with blood, but his eyes remained bright and a smile still lingered on his lips.

The young man in white stood opposite Yun Weiyang, his long sword held horizontally in front of him. A fine crack had appeared on the blade. His face was pale, his breathing was rapid, and his hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

"You..." The white-robed youth's voice was hoarse, "With such strength, you couldn't possibly be an unknown nobody. Who exactly are you?"

Yun Weiyang smiled but did not answer.

The young man in white gritted his teeth, his sword intent condensed once more, and the white dragon reappeared from his blade. But this time, the white dragon was more refined and more ferocious than before. The young man in white poured all his power into this sword strike, intending to kill Yun Weiyang with his sword.

Sword light flashed, and the white dragon roared as it pounced on Yun Weiyang.

Yun Weiyang raised his right hand, and the blood-red sword light condensed in his palm, becoming extremely refined, until only a thin line of blood remained.

The palm strike came down.

The bloodline clashed with the white dragon.

The night sky seemed to be cut in two, and a faint sound like tearing cloth rang out as the white dragon split in two.

The blood trail continued its relentless advance, slicing through the white-clad youth's body, across the cliff behind him, and disappearing into the horizon.

The young man in white froze. His body slowly split open from the middle, falling to both sides. His internal organs and blood gushed out from the cracks, splattering all over the ground.

The two halves of his body crashed to the ground.

Yun Weiyang withdrew her right hand, watching the blood-red sword light gradually dissipate on her palm, the blood-red light in her eyes disappearing.

"White Dragon Sky-Piercing Sword, what a nice-sounding name."

Walking to the side of the white-robed youth, Yun Weiyang placed her palm on the youth's unwilling eyes, devouring the remaining part of his soul.

The young man in white was named Zhou Jin, the young master of the Demon Kingdom.

Yun Weiyang read through Zhou Jin's memories and combined them with Xiao Qianshan's memories, gradually piecing together the entire picture of the Canghuang Realm in her mind.

In this world, humans and demons have been at odds for over a thousand years.

The demons established a vast demon kingdom in the southeast, occupying the most fertile territory in the Canghuang Realm. The king of the demon kingdom called himself the "Heavenly Demon King," and according to legend, he was an old monster who had lived for more than two hundred years and whose strength was unfathomable.

Beneath the Demon Kingdom, dozens of demon generals and hundreds of demon commanders were appointed. Zhou Jin was the son of one of these demon generals. The title of "young master" was merely a self-aggrandizing term used by the demon general. In the true core of the Demon Kingdom, Zhou Jin's father did not even have the right to attend court.

On the human side, the three major dynasties joined forces to fight against the demon kingdom.

The Great Xia was in the center, the Great Li was in the east, and the Great Yan was in the west. The three kingdoms formed a defensive triangle, and through alliances and counter-alliances, they barely managed to stop the expansion of the Demon Kingdom.

The conflict between the Great Xia and the Demon Kingdom was the most intense, with the flames of war on the border almost never going out. When Xiao Qianshan was young, he joined the Great Xia army and fought against demons on the border for ten years. His marksmanship was honed during those ten years.

The realm divisions in the Canghuang Realm are not as rigorous as those in the Tianyuan Nine Provinces. The terms "third-rate," "second-rate," "first-rate," "innate," "grandmaster," and "great grandmaster" are just customary terms passed down orally among martial artists, without any clear methods or markers for breakthrough.