Volume One: Young Lord of the Demonic Gods - Chapter 41: Yaoyao Makes a Move

Within the Demon God Sword Domain, when Yaoyao heard Qi Yu's call, it inexplicably stirred an almost irresistible sense of obedience within her.

Clang! Clang!

The gigantic sword at the center of the Sword Domain trembled slightly, as if resonating with some distant frequency.

A shroud of black mist suddenly materialized before Qi Yu. He raised his right hand and reached into the darkness, where the mist slowly condensed into a colossal sword.

Simultaneously, Yaoyao flashed out from within the Sword Domain.

With blood staining the corners of his mouth, Qi Yu said weakly, "Sister Yaoyao, I leave this to you!"

Yaoyao's gaze was ice-cold, yet her tone carried a hint of helpless resignation. "Just this once!"

Qi Yu nodded. "Agreed!"

Yun Youzi and the various elders of the Zhen family wore expressions of shock and suspicion as they laid eyes on the sudden appearance of Yaoyao.

"Where did this wild brat come from? If you don't want to die, get lost this instant!"

Yun Youzi narrowed his eyes, realizing to his astonishment that he could not pierce through Yaoyao's cultivation realm at all.

"Qi Yu, are you ready?"

Standing by Qi Yu's side, Yaoyao gently wrapped her left hand around the hand he used to grip the sword.

A profound determination flashed in Qi Yu's eyes as he nodded heavily.

With her hand over Qi Yu's, Yaoyao slowly raised the towering blade. In that split second, an overwhelming and terrifying chill gripped everyone's hearts.

A nameless, primal fear!

A Zhen family elder sneered aloud. "Hah, and here I thought you had some formidable trick up your sleeve, only to summon a mere woman..."

Swoosh!

Before his voice even faded, a flash of sword light pierced the air!

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, nothing remained of the ground where the elder had just been standing except for a deep, jagged scar. The elder himself had vanished completely, erased from existence.

Blown to absolute nothingness by a single sword strike!

Yaoyao's voice carried a chilling, murderous intent. "So many useless words before dying!"

Silence.

A dead, suffocating silence!

Everyone stared in sheer disbelief at Yaoyao, whose hand remained interlocked with Qi Yu's.

Terror gripped Yun Youzi's heart. One had to know that the elder who had just perished was none other than the Grand Elder of the Zhen family, a powerhouse in the Profound Sovereign Realm.

Not only the members of the Zhen family, but even Qi Yu himself was dumbfounded.

This was the first time he had ever witnessed Yaoyao take action. Although the sword was in his grip, even he had no idea how she had executed that slash.

It was simply too fast!

With a slight tremor in his voice, Yun Youzi asked, "Are you his guardian?"

Yaoyao gazed at Yun Youzi with completely emotionless eyes. "Do you wish to taste a sword strike as well?"

Yun Youzi replied gravely, "Qi Yu is of the Demon race. I advise you to turn back from your misguided path!"

The corners of Yaoyao's lips curled upward into a cold, mocking sneer. "Hmph, and what makes you so sure I am not of the Demon race?"

At these words, the surrounding air seemed to freeze solid. Everyone's heart involuntarily skipped a beat as a silent, creeping chill spread through the atmosphere.

"Since you are cut from the same demonic cloth, then prepare to meet your doom!"

Yun Youzi's expression turned grim and his gaze sharpened as he slowly levitated into the air. "Members of the Zhen family, aid me in suppressing this demon!"

As his voice echoed, the rest of the Zhen family finally snapped out of their stupor and hurriedly unleashed their most powerful martial arts techniques.

An amber-gold spear materialized in Yun Youzi's grip. Thrusting forward like a soaring dragon that broke through the void, its blade flashed with a freezing glare, surging toward Qi Yu and Yaoyao like a violent tornado.

"Die!"

"Perish!"

All the Zhen family elders roared in unison, hurling the condensed martial techniques from their hands!

In an instant, dazzling brilliance illuminated the firmament, and countless vast torrents of energy swept forward. The ground within a radius of dozens of miles could not withstand such terrifying might, cracking instantly into spiderweb-like fissures.

The radiant light cast a glow upon Yaoyao's breathtakingly beautiful face. Yet, facing the full-force onslaught of the entire Zhen family, her expression remained utterly serene.

"Dark Moon Descends!"

Yaoyao raised a single hand and clenched it abruptly into a fist. In a fraction of a second, the previously illuminated sky plunged into absolute, pitch-black darkness.

Bizarrely, despite the pitch-black void where one could not even see their own fingers, Qi Yu was able to clearly perceive the facial expression of every single Zhen family elder. He could hear the sound of their breathing, experiencing a clarity even sharper than it had been under broad daylight.

Holding Qi Yu's hand, Yaoyao slowly raised the colossal sword once more.

Swoosh!

The sword light suddenly surged thousands of feet into the air, tearing through the clouds and piercing the firmament!

Swish!

The giant sword cleaved downward!

Between heaven and earth, only a single streak of sword light flashed and vanished!

The incoming torrent of overwhelming might was wiped away completely and cleanly in that very instant!

As the sword strike concluded, the brilliance slowly returned to the world.

When he finally beheld the scene before him, Qi Yu was struck dumb, rooted to the spot like a wooden chicken!

Right before him lay a jagged chasm several yards deep, stretching as far as the eye could see—a full ten miles long!

As for Yun Youzi and the Zhen family elders, not a single trace of them remained. Every single one of them had been utterly obliterated by that sword light, reduced to fine dust!

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching roar pierced the deadly silence. Zhen Huai collapsed limply to the ground, shrieking in utter despair.

"It's over, it's over! My Zhen family is completely finished!"

Zhen Huai muttered like a madman. Nearly all the influential members of the Zhen family had attended this banquet, and every single one of them had perished in that single sword strike.

The Zhen family had been exterminated!

Yaoyao cast an icy gaze down at Zhen Huai. "Is there anyone else?"

Zhen Huai knelt on the ground, his eyes vacant and devoid of focus.

"Arrogant wretch!"

Suddenly, thunder rolled in the distance, accompanied by a furious roar.

"Who dares to harm the descendants of my Zhen family?!"

Hearing that thunderous shout, a glimmer of light finally rekindled in Zhen Huai's eyes.

"Ancestor! It's the ancestor! Your unworthy descendant Zhen Huai begs the Zhen family ancestor to manifest!"

As his voice faded, a massive vortex slowly formed in the sky above. A figure stepped out from the swirling abyss, striding through the air. An immensely vast and majestic aura emanated from his entire body, sending wave after wave of terrifying pressure rippling outward and causing the heavens and earth to tremble!

Witnessing this, Qi Yu's expression inevitably turned grave.

This aura even surpassed that of the Su family ancestor.

The very reason the Zhen family had been able to establish themselves and thrive in the royal capital for centuries was entirely due to this hidden Zhen family ancestor.

Yet Yaoyao remained completely unfazed, watching the figure in the sky with a tranquil expression.

Zhen Huai staggered to his feet, laughing maniacally. "Haha! Our Zhen family ancestor has arrived! Aren't you terrified now? Because you are about to die!"

Yaoyao glanced at Zhen Huai as if looking at a fool, letting out a cold, mocking laugh.

Zhen Huai wore a venomous expression. "Don't bother putting up a calm front. I know you must be terrified inside, aren't you?!"

High up in the sky, the booming voice of the Zhen family ancestor reverberated across the horizon: "Those who move against my Zhen family shall die!"

In an instant, a terrifying pillar of lightning effortlessly tore the void apart and plummeted straight from the heavens, aiming squarely at Qi Yu.

However, at that very moment, a piercing blade of sword energy abruptly materialized, cutting across the firmament like a streak of fleeting light.

Swish!

Before Zhen Huai's eyes could widen in horror, the Zhen family ancestor was struck by the sword Qi. His head soared high into the air, and a fountain of blood geysered a hundred feet high!

The Zhen family ancestor was gone!

And once again, it was a kill in a single second!

A powerhouse in the Profound Emperor Realm had just been wiped out with effortless ease!

Zhen Huai's mind went completely blank, turning to stone right where he stood.

Qi Yu was equally dumbfounded. Just what realm of cultivation had Yaoyao attained?!

Without a ripple of emotion in her calm eyes, Yaoyao asked softly, "Are there any others you wish to summon?"

Blood tears welled up in Zhen Huai's eyes as he pointed a trembling finger at Qi Yu. "My Zhen family's foundation of a century... destroyed in the hands of an upstart like you!"

Qi Yu replied in a calm, steady tone: "The path of cultivation has always been merciless. To cultivate and grow strong, to contend with others and vie with the heavens for destiny—this is inherently a perilous and treacherous road where death is a common occurrence. Yet you, driven by selfish desires, chose to shield your corrupt kin and sought out a blood feud against me to vent your personal grudges. Had you not done so, how could your family have met its downfall?"

Zhen Huai let out a miserable, desolate laugh. "I was wrong... hahaha, I was wrong!"

"Qi Yu, even if I die, I refuse to accept defeat at your hands! You murdered an elder of the Lingyun Sect—do you truly believe they will ever let you go?!"

Swish!

A flash of sword light swept past, and Zhen Huai was completely obliterated!

Only then did Yaoyao release her grip on Qi Yu's hand. The giant sword in Qi Yu's grasp slowly dissolved, and the flames dancing along his arm gradually faded away.

Stunned, Qi Yu asked Yaoyao, "Sister Yaoyao, did I do something wrong?"

Yaoyao smiled faintly, reaching out to press a palm gently against Qi Yu's chest. "Qi Yu, the answer has always been in your heart."

With those words, Yaoyao's figure vanished from sight.

An unprecedented wave of exhaustion washed over him. Qi Yu turned his head to look at the massive, trench-like scar left behind by the sword.

"I did nothing wrong. I only wish to live. I must grow stronger, and there are people I need to protect!"

It was just a pity that the members of the Zhen family had all been blasted into dust, leaving nothing behind to plunder from their storage rings!

After resting for a moment, Qi Yu retrieved a clean set of robes from his spatial ring, changed into them, and then manipulated his flying sword to head back toward the small courtyard.

However, as he arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, he suddenly spotted a trail of bloodstains on the ground, and an ominous premonition instantly gripped his heart.

"Third Elder! Xue'er!"

Qi Yu kicked the door open to find Zhang Wangdian standing in the courtyard, holding a sword in one hand while keeping the other hidden behind his back.

"Third Elder, where is Xue'er?" Qi Yu asked with frantic anxiety.

The Third Elder replied, "Rest assured, Xue'er is unharmed. An assassin infiltrated the grounds earlier, and after I inflicted severe injuries upon them, Xue'er gave chase!"

"An assassin?"

Qi Yu froze for a fraction of a second before turning on his heel to give chase.