The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 47 The Youth in White

Yun Weiyang gave him no chance to catch his breath. With a sudden tug of her left hand, she pulled the alluring woman's figure in front of him.

The woman panicked and tried to let go of the whip, but it was too late.

Yun Weiyang slashed diagonally with her right palm, a flash of blood, and the head of the whip was severed at the root. The energy at the cut dissipated, making a hissing sound.

The glamorous woman screamed and retreated rapidly, but Yun Weiyang was faster. She touched the ground with her right foot and moved like a ghost to catch up with her. Her left hand, with its five fingers like hooks, grabbed the glamorous woman's wrist and twisted it forcefully.

Click!

The woman's wrist broke, she screamed in agony, and the whip fell from her hand to the ground.

Just as the burly man's axe struck, Yun Weiyang released the alluring woman and met the descending axe blade with her right palm.

boom!

The palm blade collided with the axe blade, producing a deafening roar. Pure white and pitch-black qi energy exploded in the air, transforming into a visible shockwave that scattered the surrounding rubble and broken wood.

The burly man felt an overwhelming force coming from the axe blade, his hand throbbed with pain, and the axe nearly flew out of his grasp.

Clenching his teeth, the burly man's arm muscles bulged as he gripped the axe handle tightly, but he was still shaken back several steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the cliff.

Yun Weiyang lunged forward, unleashing a flurry of palm strikes with her blade, each strike faster and more ruthless than the last. Pure white blade light cascaded down like a waterfall, enveloping the burly man.

The burly man roared repeatedly, wildly swinging his axe in an attempt to block, but Yun Weiyang's blade was too sharp. Every collision sent his blood surging and his arms going numb.

The burly man's axe technique was wide and sweeping, suitable for head-on confrontation, but Yun Weiyang's attacks were tricky, specifically targeting his weaknesses.

After three stabs, a deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on the burly man's left arm, from which blood gushed out.

After five strikes, his axe was knocked away by Yun Weiyang's palm, spinning as it flew into the dark abyss.

The palm strike came down.

A flash of blood.

A huge head was thrown into the air, tumbled a few times, and landed heavily on the ground.

The burly man's headless body stood still for a moment, then collapsed with a thud, his body twisting and transforming into a massive headless black bear with jet-black fur and limbs as thick as pillars.

Having dealt with one, Yun Weiyang turned around and looked at the winged man and the alluring woman.

Both of them were deathly pale.

From the start of the fight until now, only a few breaths have passed. The burly man is seriously injured and falls to the ground, the alluring woman has a broken hand and whip, and the winged man's claws are cracked. The three of them attacked each other, yet they were all beaten so easily by the other party.

"You..." The alluring woman's voice trembled, "You're not Xiao Qianshan!"

The winged man also sensed something was wrong, staring at Yun Weiyang with terror in his eyes: "Who are you?!"

Yun Weiyang did not answer. With a swift movement, she appeared in front of the alluring woman.

The woman gritted her teeth and lashed out with the tattered whip in her hand. The whip's shadow transformed into hundreds of venomous snakes, gnawing at Yun Weiyang from all directions.

A flash of blood.

Hundreds of venomous snakes were decapitated at the same time, their broken whip-like segments flying through the air like a black rain.

The alluring woman looked panicked and retreated rapidly, but as soon as she started to retreat, she felt a chill on her chest.

The woman looked down and saw a hand piercing through her chest. The hand was fair and slender, with a trace of blood on the fingertips. Her heart was being gripped by this hand and was still beating in its palm.

Yun Weiyang slowly withdrew his right hand from the alluring woman's chest cavity, his five fingers snapped together, and blood from her beating heart overflowed.

The alluring woman's body went limp and she collapsed to the ground, her form contorted and transforming into a ten-foot-long, crimson-scaled serpent. The serpent's body was still twitching slightly, and its tail flicked unconsciously a few times before it went still.

Yun Weiyang casually tossed the heart to the ground, wiped the blood from her right hand on the glamorous woman's corpse, stood up, turned around, and looked at the winged man.

The winged man retreated rapidly, flapping his wings frantically in an attempt to escape, but he had barely taken three zhang (approximately 10 meters) when a pure white blade of light came up from below and severed one of his wings.

The winged man screamed as he fell, rolling on the ground.

The winged man raised his head, his eyes filled with fear, and looked at the white-robed youth who hadn't made a move. His voice was hoarse and desperate: "Young...Young Master..."

The young man in white didn't look at him.

A flash of sword light.

Clear as moonlight, cold as ice.

The winged man's upper body slowly slid off, his internal organs spilling onto the ground, and blood gushing from the severed wound, staining the cliff dark red.

The young man in white sheathed his longsword, not a drop of blood on its blade, and looked at Yun Weiyang opposite him with a cold gaze.

"Who are you?"

Yun Weiyang raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You're a busybody, or you can call me Master."

As Yun Weiyang spoke, his body twisted and then returned to its original form: a white robe, black hair, a handsome but pale face, and a nonchalant smile on his lips.

Seeing Yun Weiyang's changing form, a look of surprise flashed across the white-haired man's eyes. He had cultivated for so many years and had never seen such a scene before. There might be disguise techniques in the Canghuang Realm, but there were no spells like this that could distort flesh and bones.

"I'm sorry," Yun Weiyang said, "I've already thrown 'Tianmang Cave View' off the cliff. Go look for it now; you might still be able to find it."

The young man in white frowned deeply: "You've already learned it?"

Yun Weiyang waved her hand: "No interest. 'Tianmang Cave View' is too rough and not suitable for me."

Looking at the white-haired youth before her, Yun Weiyang asked, "The young master of the demon realm, right?"

The young man in white did not react; he neither admitted nor denied it.

Yun Weiyang didn't mind and continued to ask, "Are there any Grandmasters in your demon kingdom?"

The young man in white said coldly, "What, are you scared now?"

"No, no, no." Yun Weiyang shook her head, her smile unchanged: "I'm just curious how these Grandmasters manage to advance in such an environment."

The young man in white looked at Yun Weiyang, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Then you'll have to look forward to it." The young man in white placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and slowly raised the blade. "I will take you back to the Demon Kingdom and personally meet the King."

Yun Weiyang smiled at the young man in white: "Thank you very much."

As soon as the words were spoken, the two of them moved at the same time.

The young man in white drew his sword.

With a single sword strike, the sword surged forth like a mighty river, unstoppable. Hundreds of sword lights erupted simultaneously from in front of the white-robed youth, cascading down like a waterfall, sweeping across the sky and slashing towards Yun Weiyang.

Each sword light carried a chilling aura; wherever the sword light passed, the moisture in the air condensed into fine ice crystals, shimmering with a ghostly blue light under the starlight.

Yun Weiyang did not retreat. Her hands were wrapped in pure white energy, which contained a trace of deep and strange demonic energy.