Chapter 335: The Demon Ancestor Chiyou

The Demon among demons opened his eyes, his scarlet gaze looking down upon the crowd with indifference.

When his eyes landed on Yin Zhong, he wore an expression of fury and shouted:

"You useless wretch.

To think an Undying Demon God could be beaten into such a state; you have truly brought shame upon my Demon Race.

If you weren't still of some use, I would have sent you straight to hell."

His gaze continued to sweep over the crowd, and when he saw Men Jianqiu, he nodded and said:

"So you are the woman linked to my curse; you look decent enough.

Enter my harem, and I shall ensure you live the rest of your life without worry."

Upon seeing the Tong Clan Brothers, he snorted in anger:

"Hmph, you pack of lackeys for the gods, I shall crush you and that mirror together in a moment!"

When he saw Duan Fengyun, his gaze did not linger at all, but when he caught a glimpse of the sword in Duan Fengyun's hand, his rage instantly soared to the heavens:

"Xuanyuan Sword!

You brat, who are you, what is your relationship to the Yellow Emperor, and how did the Xuanyuan Sword end up in your hands?"

The demon fired three questions in a row at Duan Fengyun.

Seeing the demon's fury, Duan Fengyun guessed that he must have a deep blood feud with his master, the Yellow Emperor.

However, Duan Fengyun was never a coward, especially since the demon before him was his master's enemy; he could not afford to shrink back, for if he did, how could he face his master in the future?

After brandishing the Xuanyuan Sword, Duan Fengyun answered loudly:

"I, your grandfather, do not change my name or surname; I am Duan Fengyun.

The Yellow Emperor is my master, and this Xuanyuan Sword was passed down to me by him.

Since you know my master's name, why don't you surrender quickly? Otherwise, beware of my Xuanyuan Sword."

Hearing Duan Fengyun's words, the demon laughed heartily:

"Hahahaha, the heavens have been kind to me.

I never expected to run into the Yellow Emperor's disciple here today.

Since the Yellow Emperor could give you the Xuanyuan Sword, it means he is very fond of you; if I kill you today, wouldn't that make the Yellow Emperor grieve for a while?

You brat, since you are the Yellow Emperor's disciple, I cannot let you live."

Having said this, the demon flicked his finger, and instantly, countless black Qi gathered under his hand, followed by a swarm of snakes manifested from the black Qi that attacked Duan Fengyun.

Regarding this enemy of the Yellow Emperor, Duan Fengyun dared not let his guard down; anyone who could be an enemy of his master was a heavyweight among heavyweights, and if he dared to underestimate him, he would die a miserable death.

Duan Fengyun directly used the War Sword Art, pushing the power of the Xuanyuan Sword to its limit, and slashed all the black snakes attacking him under his blade.

The demon was not at all surprised by the result of Duan Fengyun resolving his black snakes without any effort; if Duan Fengyun didn't even have this much strength, what right would he have to be the Yellow Emperor's disciple?

The demon nodded in praise:

"Brat, it seems the Yellow Emperor really treats you well.

Not only did he pass you the Xuanyuan Sword, but he even taught you his signature technique, the War Sword Art.

I wonder how heartbroken the Yellow Emperor will be when he finds out you are dead.

Just thinking that killing you will make the Yellow Emperor sad makes me so excited.

I cannot wait to kill you now."

With that, the demon struck out with his palm, and a black flame flew from his palm; the black flame contained immense baleful energy and extreme heat, looking as if it intended to refine Duan Fengyun alive.

Just as Duan Fengyun was about to clench his fists and unleash the Frost Fist, he felt a surge of heat coming from his Kirin Arm.

Duan Fengyun patted his head; how could he have forgotten this fellow?

Duan Fengyun withdrew his fist energy and released the Zhurong Fire Spirit from his Kirin Arm.

The little guy had been sleeping in the Kirin Arm for five years and had finally awakened.

After sleeping for a full five years, the little guy jumped around on the ground in excitement.

Seeing the black flame attacking Duan Fengyun, the little guy opened its mouth and took a forceful breath toward the flame.

In an instant, all the black flame in the sky gathered before the Zhurong Fire Spirit's mouth and was slowly swallowed into its belly.

Having eaten its fill just after coming out, the Zhurong Fire Spirit let out a burp and continued jumping happily on the ground.

Seeing the Zhurong Fire Spirit's performance, the demon said in surprise:

"Zhurong Fire Spirit!

Duan Fengyun, I never expected you brat to be able to tame this little thing.

But after I get rid of you, these will all be mine, hahahaha!

Don't think the Zhurong Fire Spirit can protect you; let alone the Zhurong Fire Spirit, even if Zhurong himself were here, I would not fear him in the slightest.

In front of me, the Zhurong Fire Spirit is just a tiny speck."

Having said this, the demon raised his finger and pointed at the Zhurong Fire Spirit; the spirit instantly froze in place, unable to move as if it had suffered some kind of attack.

The demon laughed:

"Duan Fengyun, let's see what tricks you have left now!"

With that, the demon unleashed another mass of black flame; he was determined to make Duan Fengyun lose his life on the spot today.

Duan Fengyun watched the black flame with a composed expression; this demon underestimated him too much, truly thinking that without the Zhurong Fire Spirit, he would be unable to deal with this mass of black flame.

This time, Duan Fengyun pushed the Frost Fist to its limit and unleashed the strongest strike of the Frost Fist he had ever performed against the black flame; instantly, a chill enveloped the entire environment.

The bone-chilling Cold Qi directly surrounded the black flame, attempting to freeze it to the ground.

Although Duan Fengyun had long anticipated the demon's terror, he still underestimated the demon's power.

The Frost Fist only briefly froze the black flame for a moment; soon, the black flame broke through the ice of the Frost Fist and struck Duan Fengyun directly in the chest, leaving him with a piercing chill through his heart.

Looking at the large hole in his chest, Duan Fengyun collapsed with a thud.

"Brother Duan!"

Yueya stepped forward in grief and indignation, embracing Duan Fengyun and weeping bitterly.

"Duan Fengyun!"

Tong Bo and the others also shouted.

Duan Fengyun was their last straw now; if even Duan Fengyun was no match for this demon, what could they possibly use to deal with him?

Seeing Duan Fengyun, who had been pierced through the heart, the demon laughed loudly:

"Xuanyuan Huangdi, your disciple is nothing more than this!

It is a pity you are not here; I wonder if you would be heartbroken if you saw your disciple in this state, hahahaha."

Subsequently, the demon looked at Tong Bo and the others with a look of contempt and said:

"You pack of lackeys of the gods, if you submit to me, I can spare your lives.

If you wish to resist me, then I shall have no choice but to send you down below."

"My lack of strength is because my talent is poor, so do not drag my master into this.

However, since you cannot even kill me, it seems you do not have much strength either."

Duan Fengyun's voice rang out in everyone's ears.

Under the incredulous gaze of Tong Bo and the others, Duan Fengyun slowly stood up from Yueya's embrace, and the hole in his chest had already completely healed.

The demon said in disbelief:

"How is this possible? You clearly were struck by my black fire; your life force should have been completely incinerated by my black fire, so how are you not dead?

I understand now, you are also an Undying Person."

After hearing this, Tong Bo and the others looked at Duan Fengyun in a daze.

This Duan Fengyun did not look very old, so how could he be an Undying Person?

But if Duan Fengyun was not an Undying Person, what was the situation with the hole in his chest healing automatically?

Duan Fengyun sneered:

"The world is vast, is it only allowed for Yin Zhong to be an Undying Person?

You want to kill me? Keep dreaming!

You demonic thing, until now I still do not know who you are exactly?

Anyone capable of being my master's enemy should be no small character; hurry up and state your name."

The demon laughed:

"Duan Fengyun, and all of you, remember this seat's name well.

This seat is called Chiyou!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Fengyun's body could not help but tremble; he truly had not expected that the one he was facing now was actually Chiyou, who had once vied for the world alongside his master, Xuanyuan Huangdi.

But it was no wonder; besides Chiyou, who else in the world could harbor such great hatred for Xuanyuan Huangdi?

It seemed that this great battle today with Chiyou would truly be a fight to the death.

And Tong Bo and the others were also astonished upon hearing the name Chiyou.

In the records of the Tong Clan, the legend of Chiyou was clearly documented; they had not expected to meet this legendary Demon Ancestor here today.

And Duan Fengyun, knowing Chiyou's identity, could not help but feel puzzled: why would Chiyou be linked to the Nether Sword?

He asked the question that was in his heart:

"Chiyou, why are you linked to the Nether Sword, and what is your relationship with Yin Zhong?"

Chiyou laughed:

"Yin Zhong was an accidental discovery of mine five hundred years ago. When I learned he was a traitor to the Tong Clan, I became interested in him, so I have been secretly demonizing him all this time.

Otherwise, given Yin Zhong's ability, could he have cultivated the Undying Demon Body in five hundred years? He can keep dreaming.

Without me, he would have been burned to death by the Zhurong Fire in Hell Valley long ago.

It was I who took action to save him, which is why he has lived until today.

As for the curse of the Nether Sword, it is because a long time ago, when the ancestor of the Men family found this Outer Space Meteorite, he actually wanted to forge this divine iron into a divine weapon to present to Xuanyuan Huangdi.

Do you know?

This divine iron was actually formed by my blood dripping onto the stone. After I learned of the Men family ancestor's intention, I cursed any weapon forged from this divine iron to be incomparably evil.

And to cleanse the evil within the sword, the sword-smith must sacrifice their closest kin and loved ones.

This was my curse upon the Men family, and later I was slain by Xuanyuan Huangdi, leaving my spiritual consciousness to drift about.

When Yin Zhong forged the Nether Sword, my spiritual consciousness gathered from the heavens and earth into the Nether Sword.

When you shattered the Nether Sword, you helped me break the shackles and released me.

Come to think of it, I should actually thank you, Duan Fengyun."

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