Chapter 479: The Demon Lord

If one wishes to break the situation, one must first enter the situation!

Just as he was about to get close, Long Qi threw his sword to his side and formed a hand seal; the Longyuan Sword turned back abruptly as if alive, circling behind the Demon Lord to strike.

How could the Demon Lord not be on guard? With a flick of his robe sleeve, he blocked Longyuan before him.

Seeing that Long Qi was about to be sucked into the rift, Adao felt a chill in his heart.

It's over, it's over! This time it's really over!

But Long Qi was not the least bit panicked; he changed his hand seal, and the Longyuan Sword blade flicked, passing over the Demon Lord and flying toward him.

Long Qi grasped the hilt in one hand, used the momentum of the Longyuan Sword to instantly break free from the rift, then leveraged the force of stepping off a pillar to twist his body, leap, and circle behind the Demon Lord, thrusting fiercely at his back.

The Demon Lord raised a hand to gather Spirit Qi, isolating the sword a foot away, while his other hand continued to maintain the rift.

Long Qi mobilized all his Spirit Power, pouring it into Longyuan, but encountering the obstruction of the Demon Lord's Spirit Qi, the tip of the Longyuan Sword became red-hot as if quenched in fire.

Perhaps due to the interference, the suction of the rift seemed to weaken, and Adao pulling on Xin Yi's hand was not as strenuous as before.

Yet Lingxiang's body still floated in mid-air, like a boat without oars; she had no intention of stopping, nor was she being sucked away, just drifting aimlessly.

Adao could no longer care about Xin Yi; he jumped three feet high, grabbed Lingxiang's sleeve, and pulled with all his might, but because his form was too small, he couldn't budge her at all.

Meanwhile, Long Qi and the Demon Lord were in a standoff, neither yielding, neither showing any sign of weakness.

Chiyanzi and Lu Ying were also deeply troubled, having to stabilize their footing to avoid being sucked away while guarding against the attacks of the Shiyin Xiao and the Rust Ghost.

Just as everyone was trapped in a predicament with no solution, a muffled "Boom" was heard; Long Qi was actually thrown away, and the suction stopped.

At the same time, a wail resounded through the great hall, but this wail did not come from Long Qi; it came from the Demon Lord.

Looking toward the sound, one could see the Demon Lord kneeling on the ground, his face pained; those hands were withered like tree bark, spreading from his hands to his arms, and in the blink of an eye, it reached his neck.

The Spirit Power of this body was exhausted, and the Netherworld possessed no Spirit Qi; without Lingxiang's Pill, it would turn into a dried corpse.

Lingxiang also fell from the air like a kite with a broken string; Long Qi ignored the pain in his body, hurriedly got up, and lunged forward to cushion her fall.

As soon as he landed, Long Qi hurriedly picked up Lingxiang to check if she was injured, not caring about Adao who was being crushed and howling.

Fortunately, aside from the original wounds, there were no new ones, but...

But why did Lingxiang look increasingly weak...

Regardless, the top priority was to resolve the Demon Lord first, so that he could quickly take Lingxiang back to the human world for treatment.

Long Qi settled Lingxiang down and walked toward the Demon Lord with his sword.

The Demon Lord's wails also drew the attention of the Rust Ghost and the Shiyin Xiao; the two abandoned Chiyanzi and Lu Ying and rushed over, but were intercepted.

Lu Ying took a deep breath and channeled the Houtu Breath; with a hand seal, the Shiyin Xiao was blocked by an invisible wall; and when Chiyanzi saw the Rust Ghost flying away, he also used a wood technique, and vines instantly burst from the ground, firmly binding the Rust Ghost.

The commotion was significant, drawing Adao's attention; seeing the two use their own methods to stop the monsters, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and mutter to himself:

They clearly had this ability, yet they kept it hidden; if they had used it earlier to finish off those two monsters and joined forces against the Demon Lord, Master wouldn't have ended up covered in wounds after all this effort; I really don't understand what the two of them are thinking.

Once blocked, the Shiyin Xiao suddenly became furious, its blood tentacles constantly pounding against the invisible wall, black blood splattering everywhere; its ferocity made Lu Ying break into a sweat, but he still pressed his hand seals firmly, not daring to slacken in the slightest.

Chiyanzi was no less impressive; the wood vines tightly bound the Rust Ghost, and no matter how it struggled, it could not break free; even if it cut the vines, new ones would wrap around, one after another, endlessly annoying.

Seeing Long Qi's sword pointed at the Demon Lord, even the Rust Ghost, who had never opened its mouth, let out bursts of "Click-clack" strange sounds.

The Rust Ghost and the Shiyin Xiao were born immortal and indestructible; they belonged to the Demon Lord from head to toe, and they would not hesitate even to block a blade with their bodies.

These two were monsters created by the Former Demon Venerable for Bao Yan; the reason they were so anxious, even one could say berserk, was because if the Demon Lord were gone, they would also lose the meaning of their existence.

Once Bao Yan perished, the Rust Ghost and his companion would vanish into the Netherworld.

The Rust Ghost struggled to no avail and turned to glare at Chiyanzi; a flash of fire appeared in the skull's eye sockets, and then, with a rustling sound, the cloak covering its entire body flew up.

As the cloak fell, bones clattered to the ground, leaving only a skull floating in mid-air, spitting cold air from its mouth, looking extremely sinister. Before Chiyanzi could react, the skull flew rapidly toward Long Qi.

Chiyanzi hurriedly shouted a warning, but Long Qi only had time to see a phantom before the skull grazed the tip of his nose.

The skull bit the Demon Lord's collar and dragged him into the secret chamber; the door of the chamber slammed shut with a dull thud.

The Shiyin Xiao was no longer manic; the "rustling" sound of dust settling was clearly audible; the Yinxu Hall was deathly silent, and seeing this, no one dared to act rashly.

When things are abnormal, there must be a demon!

After an unknown amount of time, the stone door opened again; green mist rolled out, and a person with the appearance of a youth walked out slowly.

The youth was clad in sharp armor, his face pale, his eyes fierce; he did not look like a kind soul.

And beside the youth, the skull of the Rust Ghost was floating.

The Shiyin Xiao transformed into human form, knelt before the youth, and shouted:

"There are no two suns in the sky, the Demon Lord is eternal!"

The Demon Lord?

The Demon Lord!

The youth was clad in sharp armor, holding a Long Halberd, stepping through the mist; although his face was pale, his eyes were fierce, and his bearing was brilliant.

"There are no two suns in the sky, the Demon Lord is eternal!"

The Shiyin Xiao's shouting shocked everyone; looking at the somewhat immature youth, doubts arose in everyone's hearts.

Was this person really the Demon Lord?

After all, no one had ever seen the true form of the Demon Lord; even Long Qi had only heard a rough account from Fuyin Zhenren after the disaster at Yuanqing.

But Fuyin Zhenren did not know many things clearly either, and at that time, the other Elders were severely injured and in urgent need of recuperation, and Long Qi had set off for the Long Family tomb, so the matter was left unsettled.

Everyone was astonished, except for Chiyanzi; he looked at the youth with a pair of rounded little horns on his forehead with a grave expression, a trace of hatred flashing in his eyes.

Even after many years, Chiyanzi would not forget this face; the stubborn youth his Master had saved—he did not expect that seeing him again today, he would still look the same as he did back then.

But it was this very appearance that caused his Master to perish in the Yellow Springs.

Upon learning of the passing of Tumi Xianzi, Chiyanzi was heartbroken; in his heart, Tumi Xianzi was like a mother, a fairy-like figure who had met her end because of Bao Yan's selfishness.

Therefore, in the following years, Chiyanzi had been tracking the traces of the Demon Race, hoping one day to avenge his Master.

Now seeing the true form of the Demon Lord, Chiyanzi's eyes turned blood-red; he wished he could rush up immediately and behead this ungrateful wretch.

However, just as Chiyanzi was about to move, the scattered bones suddenly began to roll, "rumbling" as they gathered toward the cloak, until the skull beside the Demon Lord flew over, and the Rust Ghost once again blocked Chiyanzi's path.

So this was the method the Rust Ghost used to escape earlier; it was just that because of the cloak covering him, no one knew exactly what means he had employed.

Chiyanzi found it difficult to get away, and Lu Ying was unable to spare any attention, so the battle situation shifted back once more.

Long Qi truly found it hard to imagine that this youth, who looked even younger than him, could actually be the Demon Lord who had turned the Yuanqing Sect upside down all those years ago.

However, it is said that one cannot judge a mortal by their appearance, let alone the Demon Race.

Lingxiang had warned Long Qi very early on, and because Long Qi had judged people by their appearance, he had made a fool of himself in the arena against the Taishang Sect, so naturally, he would not make such a mistake again now.

Long Qi shook his head, cautiously observing the Demon Lord.

The youth before him gave Long Qi a hair-raising feeling; if one could still sense a hint of hesitation in the Demon Lord's ruthlessness just a moment ago, then now, only cruelty remained.

The current aura of Demon Lord Boyan and that disdainful gaze were as if "everyone in the Three Realms, apart from him, is nothing but an ant," with his body filled with baleful energy, as if he would crush everything to death in the next moment.

I fear he will not be easy to deal with...