Chapter 374
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Chapter 374: Clash Against the Demon Shadow
"Who are you? How did you attain Three Heads and Six Arms, and how do you possess the Transformation into a Demonic Warrior?"
Shui Qingxuan demanded, her voice sharper than ever.
"What’s the Transformation into a Demonic Warrior?" Ye Yun asked.
"Three Heads and Six Arms was an ancient demonic ability lost to time," Shui Qingxuan explained hurriedly. "The ethereal figure wields weapons forged from a great demon’s limbs and head, fused with heavenly materials and earthly treasures over centuries. These secret techniques vanished millennia ago—yet Sage Huo Yun now wields them!"
Ye Yun’s brow furrowed. If this demon shadow held such power, even his surging true qi might not withstand Sage Huo Yun’s next strike. He glanced at Murong Wuqing, but the man’s face showed neither fear nor battle fervor—only icy detachment.
Shui Qingxuan exhaled softly, tension tightening her features as the three-headed shadow loomed.
"Aunt Xuan, Senior Brother Murong," Ye Yun ventured, "this shadow’s just an illusion. Can it truly match the legends?"
A sudden realization softened Shui Qingxuan’s expression. "You’re right. Whether conjured through cultivation or artifacts, this imitation lacks the original’s might. My judgment faltered momentarily."
Murong Wuqing’s voice cut cold: "Even weakened, it surpasses us. Yet I welcome the challenge."
Sage Huo Yun observed their debate, then addressed Shui Qingxuan: "Spirit Demon girl, spare your companions by surrendering."
"Dear Sage," Shui Qingxuan smiled mockingly, "you dread activating this shadow fully. Why would I trust a man who’s broken every promise?"
Ye Yun stepped forward. "Enough schemes, Huo Yun! Today ends with your death or ours."
The sage laughed. "A Foundation Establishment mid-stage whelp dares threaten me? Let your courage mark your tomb!"
He gestured sharply. The demon shadow’s arms blurred—sword and blade carving remnant shadows through air.
Though prepared, Ye Yun and Murong Wuqing frowned—the attacks felt oddly muted.
"DEFEND AND RETREAT!" Shui Qingxuan’s scream pierced their hesitation.
The weapons erupted with world-shattering force. Tian Shen Peak itself seemed to tremble as blades targeted Ye Yun, strange artifacts flew at Murong Wuqing, and spear/hammer thrust toward Shui Qingxuan’s heart.
Three shadows split from the main figure, each unleashing wild strength. Ye Yun’s enhanced soul quailed beneath the pressure.
Fire and ice energies collided before him as lightning sparked at his feet—Transformation into Thunder beginning—but the attack struck first. Blade-winds hurled him backward like driftwood in a massive wave. Despair gripped him; even hundredfold power couldn’t oppose this immense power.
Ye Yun’s heart filled with despair. Was he truly going to die here?
No! Never!
With a roar, Ye Yun focused his mental intent into his brow, summoning the Heart of Immortals and Demons.
Only this artifact could save him now. Its previous master had scorned even the celestial soldiers of the Heavenly Realm. If such beings treasured the Heart, it must hold unimaginable power.
As his will sharpened, black and white light erupted.
The Heart had chosen Ye Yun as its host. Should he die, it would need a new wielder—but a treasure of this caliber wouldn’t settle for an ordinary cultivator.
The light burst from every pore of Ye Yun’s skin, coiling into a thin, shimmering barrier.
Boom!
The wild strength smashed into him. Even the Heart’s protection couldn’t fully block the attack. A mere fraction of the force struck Ye Yun, nearly tearing him apart.
His body felt foreign, his consciousness flickering. He knew letting it fade meant death and the spirit’s dissolution. This was the strike of the demonic shadow.
Ye Yun hurtled backward a hundred zhang, colliding with an ancient tree and snapping it in two.
“Ye Yun!” A desperate cry echoed as arms caught him.
Blinking through the haze, Ye Yun saw Su Hao’s face.
Never had he felt such despair. Not even trapped in Hualun’s great tomb, facing an inescapable killing formation. Sage Huo Yun’s power dwarfed him entirely.
His cultivation level was too weak!
Gritting his teeth, Ye Yun glanced toward the battle. Shui Qingxuan stood enveloped in swirling light, seemingly blocking Sage Huo Yun’s assault.
Crack! The light shattered. A war hammer swung at her skull while a long spear stabbed toward her chest.
Unstoppable force. Overwhelming power.
This was Sage Huo Yun’s true might—a seventh-level Golden Core expert’s strike.
Shui Qingxuan spat a blood arrow, stumbling back dozens of zhang before steadying herself, face ghostly pale.
Nearby, Murong Wuqing’s translucent barrier held against the Sage’s onslaught. Though it might crumble like Shui Qingxuan’s defenses, it lasted longer.
“Good! Such pressure!” Murong Wuqing’s voice boomed. His hairband snapped, strands bristling like slender needles. Crimson eyes burned with pure fighting spirit.
He stepped forward, advancing against the torrent of power.
“Heavenly Chains—break!”
A golden halo blazed at his brow as his aura transformed.
Golden Core stage!
