The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 35 Swords and Spears

Yun Weiyang stood in the corner at the very edge of the stands, blending into the crowd unnoticed. Her gaze swept across the platform, lingering for a moment on a few figures.

On the high platform, Yan Qihui stood up, and the entire training ground fell silent instantly, with tens of thousands of eyes turning to look at the platform.

Yan Qihui looked around, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"I have summoned you all today to announce one thing."

"Three hundred years ago, Li Qinghe, the Sword Elder of my Nine Nether Sect, was killed by Wu Xiong of the Divine Sword Sect. Three hundred years later, she has reconstructed her physical body and returned to my Nine Nether Sect. From this day forward, Li Qinghe will be the fifth elder of my Nine Nether Sect, the Sword Elder."

On the high platform, Li Qinghe stood up.

Today she was dressed in a dark red outfit, her long hair was loose, and the Seven Kill Sword hung at her waist.

Standing on the high platform, Li Qinghe's face was cold and his gaze was like a sword. He did not release any aura, but the tens of thousands of disciples in the stands felt an invisible sense of pressure.

No one speaks.

No one dared to object.

Standing behind Li Qinghe was Nong Tingshi, a powerful figure. Even the sect leader Yan Qihui had to give Nong Tingshi some face, so naturally no one else dared to offend him.

Scattered applause rose from the stands, but soon it grew into a continuous chorus.

Just then, a rough voice rang out from the high platform.

"Wait a minute."

Zuo Shulong stood up, his demonic energy swirling in his hand, and an unusually thick iron spear appeared. The spearhead touched the ground, making a dull sound.

Looking at Li Qinghe, Zuo Shulong's tone was neither warm nor cold: "I naturally have no objection to Elder Li's return, but after three hundred years, I wonder if Elder Li's sword is still sharp?"

Li Qinghe looked at Zuo Shulong, her face expressionless.

"Would you like to try?"

That's exactly what I was thinking.

Zuo Shulong took a step forward, his figure soaring into the sky and hovering above the martial arts arena. The iron spear trembled in his hand, and the cloud-shaped characters on the spearhead lit up, swirling with a ghostly light.

The stands erupted in cheers.

"Elder Lian is about to make his move!"

"A battle between real people! A once-in-a-century event!"

The disciples whispered excitedly to each other, their eyes fixed on the sky.

Li Qinghe glanced at Yan Qihui.

Yan Qihui smiled but didn't say anything.

With a cold look in her eyes, Li Qinghe flashed and transformed into a streak of blood-red light, soaring into the sky.

The Seven Kill Sword was drawn.

The sword light, as red as blood, stretched across the sky, turning the entire sky a dark red.

Clang!

A fierce sword cry rang out, and the blood-red sword light was as fast as lightning. Before Zuo Shulong could even raise his spear, the sword light had already reached him.

A flash of blood.

Zuo Shulong's left arm was severed at the shoulder. The severed arm spun in the air, spraying blood that turned into a dark red mist under the starlight.

Exclamations erupted from the stands.

Zuo Shulong grunted and retreated rapidly. From the severed arm, a rich aroma of incense emanated, like a tangible white smoke, which wrapped around the severed arm and flew back to connect with the wound.

Flesh and blood writhed, bones regenerated, and in the blink of an eye, Zuo Shulong's left arm was reattached without even leaving a scar.

"A fine sword!" Zuo Shulong shouted, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

With a clench of his right hand, the cloud-like inscriptions on the iron spear shone brightly. The unusually thick iron spear felt as light as a feather in Zuo Shulong's hand. With a thrust, a ball of pitch-black demonic light condensed at the spear tip. The demonic light detached from the spear and transformed into a waterfall-like rainbow of light, piercing through the sky and hurtling towards Li Qinghe.

Wherever the light streaked across, the air was torn apart, producing a deafening roar. The disciples in the training ground felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, and many covered their ears.

Li Qinghe's figure flashed, transforming into a streak of blood-red lightning that flickered erratically in the air.

Zuo Shulong's beam of light struck the spot where Li Qinghe had just been standing, blasting a visible shockwave into the sky. The shockwave spread outwards, causing the disciples on the stands to stagger.

The Seven Kill Sword slashed again, and blood-red sword light burst forth from the Seven Kill Sword, like a torrential downpour, sweeping towards Zuo Shulong. Each sword light carried a sharpness capable of splitting mountains and seas, and the sword light intertwined to form a large net, enveloping Zuo Shulong within it.

Zuo Shulong swung his iron spear, and demonic energy surged like a raging tide. Wherever the spear tip pointed, the void trembled.

With a thrust of the spear, jet-black demonic light burst forth from the tip, transforming into a pillar of light as thick as a mountain, stretching across the sky.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the air was torn into countless white shockwaves, and the clouds were pierced through, revealing the dark dome above.

The beam of light slammed into Li Qinghe's sword light, shattering it into countless blood-red fragments that poured down like a torrential rain.

Li Qinghe's figure weaved through the fragments, so fast that only a blurry blood-red afterimage remained. Her sword had no trajectory, only result. With each flash of sword light, dozens of sword lights appeared simultaneously around Zuo Shulong, slashing down from all directions.

Before the sword light even arrived, its sharpness had already torn the demonic energy surrounding Zuo Shulong to shreds.

Zuo Shulong snorted coldly and swept his iron spear horizontally. Demonic energy condensed on the spear shaft into a pitch-black halo, which expanded outwards, distorting the space wherever it passed.

The sword light collided with the halo, shattering like ice hitting an iron wall. However, the halo was also chipped away layer by layer by the sword light, emitting a piercing shriek.

The fight between the two was completely devoid of any unnecessary movements.

Li Qinghe's sword aimed only at killing, while Zuo Shulong's spear aimed only at breaking.

Every collision was a life-or-death struggle, every flash a contest of minuscule power. The sky trembled during their battle, the earth cracked in the aftershocks, and the arrays surrounding the training ground shone brightly, struggling to withstand the combined power of the two True Immortals.

The disciples in the stands held their breath, forgetting even to gasp in surprise.

Yun Weiyang stood in the corner, looking up at the sky. He couldn't see the specific actions of the two people, but he could feel two completely different forces colliding wildly, one extremely sharp and the other extremely heavy.

Sharp forces continuously cut, tear, and penetrate; heavy forces continuously crush, vibrate, and devour.

The two forces intertwined, turning the entire sky into a raging ocean.

In Yun Weiyang's eyes, a blood-red sword light flowed, which was the sword intent he had copied from Li Qinghe. At this moment, it was frantically recording every collision and every trajectory in the sky.

Yun Weiyang doesn't understand it yet, but he has memorized it. When his cultivation level is high enough in the future, these records will become part of his own power.

Even in the blur, Yun Weiyang could sense the two's battle strategies.

Li Qinghe's swordsmanship can be summed up in one word: speed!

So fast that the opponent has no time to think, so fast that the opponent has no time to react, so fast that the opponent dies without even knowing how they died.

Zuo Shulong's spear technique can be summed up in one word: power!

I crush everything with absolute power. No matter how fast you are, if I fire a shot and it hits, my opponent will surely die!