Chapter 26
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In the Demon Realm, the quintet of generals had assembled for the Xuanming Scroll: the Wind Demon, Thunder Demon, Water Demon, Dust Demon, and the Fire Demon, who bore the mark of a severed limb. United by their quest, they had all taken to the field.
Beneath the brooding clouds, the Wind Demon spread his palm, and the onslaught of tornadoes from all corners ceased their advance, swirling in place as if caught in an invisible net.
“The Zi Xiao Sword Sect truly possesses formidable strength,” the Wind Demon intoned, his voice echoing with a sense of superiority. “Even their enigmatic leader, Yi Yun, has made an appearance. We concede that we are no match for you alone, but your followers present no challenge.”
“Indeed,” chimed in a petite woman with a face like a blooming peach blossom, her smile as sweet as her words were venomous. “If Leader Yi Yun has any second thoughts, now is the time. Otherwise, the consequences…” Her light clap resonated through the chaos, a stark contrast to the impending storm.
The rhythmic thud of footsteps heralded the emergence of a multitude, rising from the earth and sky, clad in black armor with an ethereal mist swirling around them. In an instant, the disciples of the Zi Xiao Sword Sect, led by Zi Xiao, found themselves encircled by the demonic forces.
Heihehe… Yi Yun’s soft laughter filled the air, a stark contrast to the tension. “Do these people truly believe they can defy us with such audacity?”
His laughter crescendoed into a wild, unrestrained roar, joined by the hearty chuckles of Xi’er and Zi Xiao. The latter’s exaggerated mirth, clutching her stomach in mock pain, only added to the surreal scene.
“Have the emperors of your realm never warned you against the folly of facing the Zi Xiao Sword Sect with sheer numbers alone?” Yi Yun’s mirth vanished, replaced by a chilling gaze directed towards the heavens.
“Humph,” Zi Xiao boasted, her pride on full display as she pointed at the Demon Generals. “Even Yi Yun alone could vanquish you all.”
Her laughter was a dance of joy, her expressions endearing, yet beneath her facade lay a warrior whose words carried the weight of truth. A chill ran through the hearts of the Demon Generals, including Fengyun Wuji, who could not fathom the depth of their opponents’ power.
Fengyun Wuji surveyed the scene, his eyes widening at the sight of thousands of the Demon Realm’s warriors, each with formidable martial prowess, their collective strength spanning eons. Yet, the thought of a single person overcoming such a horde seemed preposterous.
“Yi Yun, there are too many for me to defeat swiftly, even with my skills,” Le Yi remarked with a casual grin, her words a chilling testament to her past exploits.
“Ming’er, Jia, protect Zi Xiao with your lives. The rest of you, sit and recite the inner mantra of our Bei Luo Zi Xiao Sword Sect,” Yi Yun commanded, his voice carrying across the battlefield. His disciples, filled with anticipation, obeyed without hesitation, their bodies radiating a purple glow as they channeled their inner power.
Yi Yun gazed upward as the raindrops traced paths down his face, his eyes reflecting a distant, detached expression.
“The state of ‘Forgetful Slaughter’ is now activated,” Yi Yun declared, his voice a cold echo that sent a ripple of fear through the Demon Generals.
“Wait!…” The female Water Demon’s plea came too late, as a strange aura enveloped the sky and earth, a palpable force of murderous intent that darkened the heavens and pressed down upon the land.
Fengyun Wuji felt an imminent threat, a peerless killing intent directed at him, a sword forged through endless bloodshed, its malevolent aura overwhelming. The urge to draw his weapon was almost irresistible.
A crack of thunder illuminated the sky, revealing a myriad of peculiar weapons suspended in the air, their edges gleaming with lethal intent. Another flash, and these weapons plummeted towards the earth, their descent marked by the cries of the fallen and the sickening sounds of carnage.
As suddenly as it began, the storm ceased, the clouds parting to reveal a brighter sky, though the rain persisted in its relentless drumming.
“I adore the rain,” Yi Yun mused, arms outstretched, his purple robes billowing in the wind as he caught a raindrop on his palm. “It always stirs within me an urge to dance with my sword.”
Fengyun Wuji’s gaze swept the battlefield, his heart pounding with shock and disbelief. The mountainsides were littered with the bodies of the Demon Realm’s warriors, impaled by their own weapons, their lifeblood staining the earth a deep crimson.
“How is this possible?” Fengyun Wuji’s mind raced with questions. “What kind of martial arts are these? Why did I feel my inner energy rebelling against my control? To slay so many in an instant… it defies belief!”
The Water Demon’s outrage echoed through the silence, the Demon Generals staring in disbelief at the devastation before them.
“We retreat!” the Wind Demon declared, his tone icy as he turned to leave. “Today, the Bei Luo Zi Xiao Mountain will run red with blood.”
Zi Xiao, ever the obedient disciple, draped a purple fur over Yi Yun’s shoulders, hugging him tightly as she turned to the fleeing Demon Generals with a sweet smile. “Yi Yun has shown mercy. Had it not been for that, you would now be lying lifeless on the ground. The power of the ‘Forgetful Slaughter’ state is beyond your comprehension.”
“Let me just go and finish them off,” Xi’er suggested with a playful grin, pulling out a pair of purple gloves and slipping them on with a deliberate slowness.
“No, let them be,” Yi Yun replied, his voice calm yet laden with an authority that stung the Demon Generals more than any physical blow. “They are but minor characters, not worth our effort. Let’s spare them for now.”
With that, the Demon Generals retreated, their mission unfulfilled but with a newfound respect for the power of the Bei Luo Zi Xiao Sword Sect. The Fire Demon, clutching his severed arm, vanished into the distance, casting one last resentful glance before disappearing from sight.