Chapter 725: The Demon Sword Leaves Its Sheath
Duan Renhuang's eyes froze as he looked at the strongman from the East Sea Dragon Palace, frowning. "Crown Prince Wudao's talent is unparalleled, his strength formidable—far beyond what a mere Duan Wuya can compare to. Inheriting the Snow Moon's grand rule is no child's play. Unless Duan Wudao himself renounces it, it would only then fall to Duan Wuya, let alone deposing the Crown Prince."
The strongman from the East Sea Dragon Palace cast a faint glance at Duan Renhuang and said, "In this Snow Moon, who exactly is the sovereign?"
With that, his gaze shifted to Duan Wuya, and he said with a smile, "Wuya, your uncle here wants to see your strength. Let him have a look."
"Yes." Duan Wuya nodded, stepping forward slowly. From his body, a terrifying aura began to emanate—eerie, icy, all of it powerful yin and baleful energy.
The dark clouds in the sky churned violently. Above Duan Wuya's head, a terrifying vortex seemed to form, growing deeper and deeper, its aura extremely fearsome. Duan Wuya stood directly beneath it.
"The Day of Great Yin—what a perfect day. Heaven Fiend Yin Art, Devour!" Duan Wuya opened his mouth, and his aura grew more and more terrifying. The dreadful yin and baleful energy was filled with an evil presence. Above, the terrifying vortex churned wildly, and the dark clouds in the sky were frantically devoured, sucked into his mouth.
Devouring the Great Yin power of heaven and earth—what kind of cultivation technique was Duan Wuya practicing? How terrifying.
Duan Wuya's cultivation level soared, growing stronger and stronger. This scene shocked everyone. Duan Wuya had hidden himself too deeply.
"Roar!" A furious roar rang out, and the crowd saw a soul appear above Duan Wuya—a hideous, terrifying soul, like a vengeful spirit.
"Ah... You dare release me! After all these years, I'll tear you limb from limb!" The soul roared madly, but Duan Wuya stared at it with a cold smile, causing its gaze to freeze. It seemed to sense something, looked up at the sky, and its eyes trembled.
"The Day of Great Yin—this is the Day of Great Yin! Bastard, what are you trying to do..." The soul screamed in terror, its voice filled with fear. This was the Heavenly Martial Realm soul that Duan Wuya had sealed away in Tianluo Ancient City.
"I've nurtured you for so long. Your mission is over. Now, become my furnace." Duan Wuya smiled coldly and roared, "Devour!"
As his voice fell, a terrifying suction force pulled the fragile soul violently toward his mouth. The soul struggled and roared in desperation, but the vortex of dark clouds in the sky wrapped around it, dragging it into Duan Wuya's mouth.
"Bastard, the Heavenly Fiend Sect won't let you off..." The final roar faded, and the crowd watched as his body was completely swallowed by Duan Wuya. Duan Wuya's bones and muscles writhed, and his aura surged to its peak—the pinnacle of the Mysterious Martial Realm, Ninth Layer. His eyes were so demonic.
The strongman from the East Sea Dragon Palace saw this and revealed a hint of satisfaction. He was very pleased with Duan Wuya—ruthless and decisive, reaching this point through his own efforts. It was no small feat. If the East Sea Dragon Palace nurtured him further, he would be no worse than Duan Wudao. Though Duan Wuya was sinister, he was someone who could get things done, with a tenacious character and no scruples about the means. Entering the secret realm was just right for him.
The crowd stared at Duan Wuya at this moment. Was this still the gentle Second Prince? Such ruthless methods. The one who had hidden the deepest was actually Duan Wuya—something they had never expected.
The strongman from the East Sea Dragon Palace glanced at Duan Renhuang and said indifferently, "Now, depose the Crown Prince and appoint Duan Wuya as the sovereign of Snow Moon. Do you still have objections?"
"Yes. Duan Wudao is the elder brother; he should naturally be the sovereign." Duan Renhuang said coldly.
"You're asking for death." The dragon-robed strongman shouted coldly, stepping forward and reaching out his hand to grab Duan Renhuang directly. His arm seemed to transform into a dragon claw—thick, powerful, filled with immense strength, and a dragon's roar echoed through the heavens and earth.
Duan Renhuang's eyes tightened. He unleashed the Overlord King Fist, but though the fist was domineering, the moment it touched the dragon claw shimmering with dragon scale light, it was extinguished, shattered to pieces.
"Roar!" The dragon roared in fury. The dragon claw directly struck Duan Renhuang's chest, tearing away a piece of flesh. Duan Renhuang let out a muffled groan, his chest seemingly struck by an incredibly powerful force, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"So powerful!" The crowd exclaimed. Duan Renhuang was a Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator, unmatched in Snow Moon, but in the vast Nine Heavens Continent, he could still be slaughtered. The East Sea Dragon Palace was clearly a terrifying force of unknown origin, and the man in the dragon robe could easily kill Duan Renhuang.
"Interfering in another country's internal affairs—isn't the East Sea Dragon Palace going too far?" The man from the Jade Heaven Royal Clan said coldly. Their strongest member and Lei Mang had gone off to fight somewhere unknown, and now no one here was a match for the dragon-robed man. The Jade Heaven Royal Clan could only suffer this loss in silence.
"Who says the East Sea Dragon Palace's disciple isn't the Second Prince of Snow Moon?" The dragon-robed man said arrogantly, leaving the crowd speechless. With strength, one could be domineering.
"From now on, in Snow Moon, Duan Wuya is the sovereign. Anyone who defies him will be an enemy of the East Sea Dragon Palace." The dragon-robed man declared proudly. Duan Wudao's expression also darkened. He hadn't expected the one to laugh last to be Duan Wuya.
"Now, it's time to execute Lin Feng and these people." The man's gaze fell on Lin Feng. Duan Wuya stepped forward, also looking at Lin Feng, a cold smile in his eyes.
"Thank you for killing so many people in the Moyue Kingdom's mountain range. You gave me enough yin corpse energy." Duan Wuya said to Lin Feng with a faint smile.
"You were there too?" Lin Feng's pupils were icy cold, demonic energy still rolling off his body.
"I appeared shortly after you left. Then, riding the heavenly demon given to me by the Dragon Palace, I returned faster than the Kunpeng carrying tens of thousands of people." Duan Wuya said with a smile. "Lin Feng, I have to admit your talent. I didn't expect you to defeat my elder brother in the Snow Domain Grand Competition. But now, you still have to die—you and your family, all of them. As for Xue Linglong, she belongs to the Dragon Palace."
"All of them must die." The crowd below froze. Were they all going to die? Who could save them now?
"Jade Heaven Royal Clan, East Sea Dragon Palace, Taishu Family, Duan Renhuang, Duan Wudao, Duan Wuya, Yu Mo's master." Lin Feng's icy gaze swept over the people before him. He remained so calm—no madness, only a terrifying stillness.
"Even if I fall into demonhood, becoming a demon, I will slaughter you all cleanly. I swear, I will remember you forever." Lin Feng's dark robe fluttered wildly in the wind, dancing madly. In the sky shrouded by dark clouds, an extremely cold demon wind arose. Above Lin Feng's head, demon clouds churned violently, also forming a vortex—more terrifying, more frenzied than Duan Wuya's vortex just now.
The demon clouds roared and churned madly, as if a demon sealed for ten thousand years was about to emerge. The entire sky was filled with the howls of demons—cold, bone-piercing.
"What's happening?" The crowd looked up at that terrifying sky. Was something else about to happen? That terrifying demon cloud seemed to herald the birth of a demon—so dreadful.
"Meng Qing, even if I, Lin Feng, fall into demonhood, I will make them suffer for ten thousand calamities." Lin Feng's voice drifted through the void, so cold. A soft hum sounded, as if some seal had been broken. On Lin Feng's back, a section of a sword appeared—a black sword.
"Hmm?" The crowd's eyes froze. A sword—a sword was emerging from Lin Feng's body.
"Boom!" A thunderous sound echoed through heaven and earth. The dark clouds went completely wild, transforming into demon clouds. Soft whistling sounds rang out, and on Lin Feng's back, a second sword, a third sword... a ninth sword appeared one by one. Nine swords—black swords.
"Boom!" The nine swords shot into the sky, roaring through the heavens. For hundreds of miles around, it was dark as night, completely shrouded in darkness. The terrifying demonic sword intent released by the nine swords forced the crowd on the ground to prostrate themselves, to kneel, gasping for breath as if their souls were about to shatter. Every pore on their bodies seemed to expand, ready to burst.
It felt as if they could die at any moment, suffocated by this demonic pressure.
Even the Heavenly Martial Realm strongmen were stunned, staring fixedly at the void. Such terrifying demon swords—even the Heavenly Martial Realm was far from possessing such power. These demon swords had a demonic nature, a life of their own. The nine swords were like nine terrifying demons.
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