Chapter 5: Confessing Identity

In the Demon Lord's heart, if Xuanyuan Huangdi was the person he hated most, then Yinglong was the second.

And after seeing Duan Fengyun use the Dragon God Skill, the Demon Lord immediately had an understanding of Duan Fengyun's identity.

Duan Fengyun must be the successor of Yinglong, which is why he could use Yinglong's exclusive magic.

Since Duan Fengyun was the successor of Yinglong, he could not let Duan Fengyun live.

Duan Fengyun never dreamed that he would be identified by the Demon Lord as a descendant of Yinglong just by using the Dragon God Skill, without even using the magic of Xuanyuan Huangdi.

However, this could also be blamed on Xuanyuan Huangdi; he had calculated everything but had not thought of the matter of Yinglong, so he had not warned Duan Fengyun not to use the Dragon God Skill casually.

But Duan Fengyun was also careless; when fighting Chiyou in the Shuiyue Dongtian World, Chiyou had said that Tong Bo and the others were descendants of Yinglong.

As the divine skill passed down by the Long Family, the Dragon God Skill naturally had an inseparable connection with Yinglong.

It was just that at the time, Duan Fengyun's attention was entirely on Chiyou, so he had not noticed this matter.

And later, the Yellow Emperor did not mention this matter either, so as time passed, Duan Fengyun naturally forgot about it.

Now, although Duan Fengyun had not exposed the fact that he was a disciple of Xuanyuan Huangdi, since he was mistaken for a successor of Yinglong, the Demon Lord still could not let him live.

The Demon Lord sneered:

"Qin Shuang, oh Qin Shuang, I didn't expect that despite all your hiding, I would still discover your identity.

I already know your identity now; you don't need to pretend anymore."

Duan Fengyun was surprised after hearing this; he had done nothing and said nothing, so why would the Demon Lord know his identity?

Duan Fengyun thought the Demon Lord was deliberately bluffing him, trying to make him admit it himself.

Duan Fengyun would not be so foolish as to be tricked into talking by the Demon Lord so easily.

Duan Fengyun continued to play dumb:

"Demon Lord, I don't know what you are talking about!

I, Qin Shuang, have no identity; I am just a person, an ordinary person!"

The Demon Lord laughed:

"You are still pretending!

Don't you know that the magic you just used is the unique magic of that fellow Yinglong?

Since you know this kind of magic, it means you have an inseparable connection with Yinglong.

Thousands of years ago, Yinglong caused my Demon Realm army to suffer heavy losses and made my great cause fall short of success.

I have always wanted to find that fellow Yinglong to take revenge, but he always hid behind Xuanyuan Huangdi, leaving me no way to strike at him.

I didn't expect that today I would actually run into a descendant of Yinglong; this thieving Heaven is truly generous.

Qin Shuang, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being a descendant of Yinglong; no matter what, I must kill you today!"

Duan Fengyun fell silent after hearing this; he did not expect that just by using the Dragon God Skill, he would be linked to Yinglong.

Only then did Duan Fengyun recall the time when he fought Chiyou, when Chiyou revealed the background of Tong Bo.

If Tong Bo was a descendant of Yinglong, then the Dragon God Skill must have been passed down by Yinglong.

Duan Fengyun blamed himself for being too foolish at this moment, actually forgetting such an important detail.

Although the Demon Lord did not know his identity as a disciple of Xuanyuan Huangdi, it no longer mattered whether the Demon Lord knew he was a disciple of Xuanyuan Huangdi or not.

Now the Demon Lord had already concluded that he was a descendant of Yinglong.

And looking at the situation, the Demon Lord's hatred for Yinglong was no less than his hatred for Xuanyuan Huangdi.

Even if he had not exposed the fact that he was a disciple of Xuanyuan Huangdi, the Demon Lord would still kill him because of the matter with Yinglong.

Since the Demon Lord was already determined to kill him anyway, he simply stopped hiding. Since it no longer mattered whether the Demon Lord knew he was a disciple of Xuanyuan Huangdi, he could openly use the trump card he had been afraid to use.

He adjusted his sword-holding posture in an instant; it was exactly the starting stance of the Sword-Drawing Heaven-Slaying Technique.

Duan Fengyun's subtle change naturally did not escape the eyes of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord laughed:

"How about it, you aren't refuting it now, are you!

Qin Shuang, oh Qin Shuang, I didn't expect you to be a descendant of that fellow Yinglong; today I will send you down first.

After my Demon Realm descends upon the Human Realm, I will definitely send your Patriarch down to accompany you, hahahaha."

Watching the Demon Lord's arrogant laughter, Duan Fengyun said nothing.

Let this self-righteous Demon Lord be rampant for a while longer.

After laughing for a while, the Demon Lord stopped his smile and looked at Duan Fengyun with murderous intent.

Immediately, the Demon Lord turned into a streak of black Demon Energy and charged directly at Duan Fengyun; he wanted to make Duan Fengyun sink into oblivion from this moment on.

But Duan Fengyun had long been prepared; he would not sit and wait for death.

Duan Fengyun stepped forward with one leg, his whole body in a bow stance, and with a serious face, he made the motion of drawing a sword.

This was the first time Duan Fengyun had used the Sword-Drawing Heaven-Slaying Technique, and he did not know how powerful this strike would be.

He hoped this strike could bring him a surprise and allow him to overcome this crisis.

Duan Fengyun gripped the hilt of the Xuanyuan Sword tightly with his left hand, and looking at the black energy flying toward him, he said with a look of resignation to death:

"Sword!"

"Drawing!"

"Slash!"

"Heaven!"

"Technique!"

With a loud shout from Duan Fengyun, the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand was finally drawn out.

An incomparably brilliant light suddenly appeared in the space that had been shrouded in darkness.

A dazzling Sword Qi slashed directly onto the black energy transformed by the Demon Lord, and the caught-off-guard Demon Lord was directly repelled by this move.

Duan Fengyun panted heavily as he looked at the Xuanyuan Sword; the Sword-Drawing Heaven-Slaying Technique truly lived up to its reputation.

This last sword strike had exhausted all his strength, but the effect was also very obvious; just the Immortal Slashing Level of the Sword-Drawing Heaven-Slaying Technique was enough to repel the Demon Lord.

Once he reached the Divine Realm, he, Duan Fengyun, would be able to traverse the heavens.

However, it looked like his journey had reached its end.

Thinking of Yueya and Duantian who were still waiting for him, and thinking of Youruo, Nie Feng, and the others who were still waiting for him to resurrect them, Duan Fengyun felt unwilling.

If he were given more time, he would definitely be able to make the heavens tremble at his existence.

Meanwhile, the Demon Lord, who had been repelled by the Sword-Drawing Heaven-Slaying Technique, looked at Duan Fengyun with a shocked expression.

He was not shocked that Duan Fengyun had repelled him, because that was the power of the Sword-Drawing Heaven-Slaying Technique.

What shocked him was the existence of the Sword-Drawing Heaven-Slaying Technique; as an old rival of the Yellow Emperor, he could not be more familiar with this Cultivation Method.

This was the Yellow Emperor's exclusive, secret technique that was never passed on; how could it have been learned by this Qin Shuang?

Even if Yinglong was the Yellow Emperor's brother, the Yellow Emperor should not have passed such a Cultivation Method to Yinglong's descendants.

The Demon Lord was a bit bewildered; he had previously thought he had seen through Qin Shuang, but now it seemed he had not seen through Qin Shuang at all.

This Qin Shuang was still a mass of mist, making it impossible for anyone to see his true existence clearly.

The Demon Lord looked at Duan Fengyun with a puzzled face and said:

"Qin Shuang, who exactly are you!

The Sword-Drawing Heaven-Slaying Technique is the Yellow Emperor's exclusive, secret technique that is never passed on; why have you learned it?

And what exactly is your relationship with the Yellow Emperor!"

Seeing the Demon Lord's eager appearance, Duan Fengyun thought that he would likely meet his end here today, so he might as well just confess everything to the Demon Lord.

Duan Fengyun laughed loudly:

"Demon Lord, oh Demon Lord, it is a pity you pride yourself on being clever for a lifetime; after so long, you actually haven't figured out my identity.

To tell you the truth, my name is Duan Fengyun.

And my master is the Yellow Emperor, the one who defeated your Demon Realm thousands of years ago and sealed you and your Demon Realm subjects behind the Scar of the Sky."

After hearing this, the Demon Lord gritted his teeth and said:

"You say you are the Yellow Emperor's disciple!

Hahahaha, this damned heaven truly treats me well.

I just thought the one who delivered himself to my door was a descendant of that old ghost Yinglong, but I didn't expect you to actually be a disciple of that old thief the Yellow Emperor; this is truly delightful.

If you can learn the Sword-Drawing Heaven-Slaying Technique, then it means your position in the Yellow Emperor's heart must not be low.

If I were to kill you, the Yellow Emperor would certainly suffer quite a bit.

Just thinking of the Yellow Emperor's pained expression makes me incomparably happy; it is truly satisfying.

No, no, no, I cannot kill you; killing you would be letting you off too easily.

I want to make you fall into becoming a Demon Seed of my Demon Realm, make you the first general of my Demon Realm to invade the Human Realm, and make that master of yours, the Yellow Emperor, watch how you become the greatest general of my Demon Realm.

When the time comes, I will take you with me to find the Yellow Emperor and watch you master and disciple kill each other; that will be the greatest punishment for the Yellow Emperor.

Hahahaha!"

Duan Fengyun struggled to pick up the Xuanyuan Sword; even if he died, he would not let the Demon Realm's sinister plot succeed.

He held the Xuanyuan Sword to his neck and murmured:

"Yueya, Tian'er, I'm sorry, I didn't fulfill my promise; I cannot come back to stay by your sides anymore.

Youruo! Ruoruo! Wuyou! Brother Feng! Brother Yun! Brother Shuang!

I'm sorry, I broke my word; I failed to save you all.

Master, I'm sorry, I didn't live up to your cultivation of me.

However, I will not lose face for you, old man; I hope that in the future, when you think of this useless disciple of yours, you can say with pride that I, Duan Fengyun, did not disgrace you."

After speaking, Duan Fengyun picked up the Xuanyuan Sword and prepared to slash it across his own neck.

But just as the Xuanyuan Sword was about to touch his neck, it was knocked to the ground by a blast of black energy.

The Demon Lord laughed:

"Duan Fengyun, is it!

Do you think that with me here, I would let you die so easily?

With me here, I will definitely make you unable to seek life and unable to seek death.

Don't even think about dying easily; even if you die, your soul will be kept by my side.

You are destined to fall into becoming a Demon Seed of my Demon Realm in this life, hahahaha!"

Duan Fengyun looked powerlessly at the Demon Lord; he wanted to resist, but the previous Sword-Drawing Heaven-Slaying Technique had exhausted all his strength, and he now had no strength at all.

Was he, Duan Fengyun, really going to end up here today?

Duan Fengyun looked powerlessly at the sky, as if his life's journey had reached this point.

The Demon Lord laughed loudly:

"Alright, your human identity ends here; it is time for you to appear in the Human Realm with a new identity.

Let's go, my Demon Realm's first Demon General!"

After speaking, the Demon Lord reached out his hand toward Duan Fengyun!