The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 72 Demon dye!

Shi Luosheng shouted, and thirteen longswords flew back and pierced his back simultaneously.

As the sword pierced through flesh and blood, Shi Luosheng's aura surged, his body expanded, black scales appeared on his skin, his bones creaked, and his muscles bulged like iron.

New heads sprouted from Shi Luosheng's shoulders—one, two, three… a total of thirteen heads, each with a different face: some ferocious, some cold, some smiling, some angry. His lower body transformed into a serpentine tail, also covered in black scales, which stirred up gusts of foul wind with each sway.

The True Form of the Heavenly Demon!

Shi Luosheng held a demonic sword in each of his thirteen demonic claws. The blades reflected the seven emotions and six desires of the human world: joy, anger, worry, thought, grief, fear, surprise, sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and thought. The thirteen emotions flowed on the blades, emitting a low hum that was enough to disturb the mind of any opponent.

The true form of the Heavenly Demon lunged at Wu Yishu, and thirteen demonic swords struck down simultaneously.

Wu Yishu showed no fear. With the Golden Dawn Blade in hand, the blade shone like a raging river, fierce and domineering, striking one after another, each strike faster than the last.

The blade flashed, like a golden curtain splitting the heavens and earth, and with one strike it severed the three arms on Shi Luosheng's left side.

The severed arm, along with the demonic sword, fell to the ground, bounced twice, and then dissipated into black smoke.

Shi Luosheng cried out in pain as the remaining ten swords came madly at him. Wu Yishu changed her stance and swept her blade across, deflecting all the incoming swords.

Clang!

The sound of the blade was like thunder, shattering the spiraling sword light that pierced through the air, tearing open Shi Luosheng's chest, and black demonic blood gushed out, evaporating into blood mist in the blade light.

At the same time, Shi Luosheng's thirteen heads emitted a piercing scream, the sound waves like waves, shaking the mountain rocks and shattering them.

Wu Yishu frowned slightly. In her mind's eye, the sword light slashed down one demon after another. The sword light in her hand rose again, and two heads flew off the demon bodies, rolled a few times on the ground, their faces distorted, their mouths still opening and closing.

With a flash of sword light, fierce and domineering, Wu Yishu moved like lightning, severing Shi Luosheng's snake tail with a single strike. The severed tail twitched and twisted among the rubble.

After suffering repeated blows, Shi Luosheng finally couldn't hold on any longer. His demonic body began to collapse, his scales peeled off, and his flesh withered.

Seeing the Heavenly Demon's true form's energy continuously declining, Wu Yishu turned her blade and severed the largest of Shi Luosheng's remaining heads. The moment the head flew up, Shi Luosheng's consciousness began to dissipate, his demonic body trembled violently, and he was on the verge of complete collapse.

Wu Yishu raised the Golden Dawn Blade, preparing to deliver the final blow and completely end Shi Luosheng's life.

But the blade had not yet fallen.

A dazzling waterfall of cold water suddenly burst open, cascading down from behind Wu Yishu and enveloping her entirely.

Snow and ice surged wildly, and the cold was biting.

Before Wu Yishu could even turn around, she was frozen solid by the sudden icy waterfall.

The solid ice spread from Wu Yishu's feet to her shoulders, encasing her in ice at a visible speed, turning her into an ice sculpture. The cold air invaded her meridians, freezing her spiritual energy, and even the light of the Golden Dawn Blade dimmed slightly.

Then, a long, cold-looking sword pierced into Wu Yishu's body from behind.

The blade pierced through her back and emerged from her chest, blood dripping down the blade and blooming into dark red flowers on the ice and snow. Wu Yishu glanced down at the sword tip protruding from her chest, then slowly turned her head away.

Meng Nanyi stood behind her, holding an ice crystal longsword, his eyes bloodshot, his face twisted, a strange smile on his lips, and his body swirling with demonic energy.

Wu Yishu frowned.

The Golden Dawn Blade in his palm suddenly trembled, unleashing a burst of violent golden light that shattered the ice and snow around him. The shards of ice scattered like hidden weapons, knocking down a number of demonic cultivators in the vicinity.

With a long murmur, the Golden Dawn Blade concealed its brilliance, slashing Meng Nanyi away. The Ice Crystal Longsword flew out of his hand, spun a few times in the air, and stuck into a distant rock.

Meng Nanyi was cleaved away by the flash of the blade and crashed heavily into the mountainside, creating a large crater.

The rubble broke off from the pit wall, burying half of Meng Nanyi's body inside. However, Meng Nanyi quickly climbed out of the rubble, his clothes torn and his body covered in blood. There was no pain in his eyes, only a crazy, bloodthirsty look.

Wu Yishu looked at Meng Nanyi's bloodshot eyes, her brows furrowing more and more tightly.

"Magic Ran!"

Meng Nanyi was corrupted by the demon. Turning her head, Wu Yishu looked at Shi Luosheng, who had already turned back into human form.

Shi Luosheng's face was as pale as paper. The thirteen demonic swords had already been withdrawn into his body. He looked at Wu Yishu with a cold smile on his lips.

The Golden Dawn Blade slashed down fiercely!

The blade flashed like a golden waterfall, tearing through the void and heading straight for Shi Luosheng's head.

The icy sword light suddenly exploded, and an endless cold wave surged from the side, condensing into an ice wall several feet thick in front of the golden sword light.

The blade slashed into the ice wall, the cold air collided with the golden light, the ice and snow melted, the golden light dimmed, and the blade's light hesitated for a moment. In that instant, Meng Nanyi's figure stood in front of Shi Luosheng.

With her arms outstretched, Meng Nanyi's eyes were bloodshot, like glass soaked in blood. Dense black energy swirled around her, and tears silently streamed down her pale cheeks from her demonic eyes. Meng Nanyi's lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Wu Yishu's Golden Dawn Blade hovered in mid-air, its blade no more than three feet from Meng Nanyi's brow. Golden light danced on the blade, like a ferocious beast chained up, trembling incessantly.

With a murderous aura surging in her eyes, Wu Yishu let out a sharp shout, and the Golden Dawn Blade in her hand suddenly trembled. The blade light in front of Meng Nanyi exploded in the air, turning into countless tiny golden light points that scattered and flew everywhere, flattening the surrounding mountains by more than ten feet.

Rocks rained down, dust filled the air, and deep, knife-like marks, some several meters deep, were left on the mountainside.

Wu Yishu sheathed her sword and stood still, her white clothes fluttering in the shockwave of the explosion, her gaze coldly fixed on Shi Luosheng.

Shi Luosheng stepped out from behind Meng Nanyi, his face so pale it was almost transparent, but the cold smile on his lips grew even stronger as he looked at Wu Yishu with a flippant and smug tone.

"The 'Ghostly Light Demon Spirit Yin Technique' that I practice is most adept at corrupting living beings with demonic energy. You, my fellow disciple, are too weak-minded and are simply no match for it."

Walking up to Meng Nanyi, Shi Luosheng put his arm around Meng Nanyi's shoulder and looked at Wu Yishu with a cold smile.

"But you can't blame her. The Xuanwu Palace has been declining over the years, and its disciples are all useless. They are arrogant and proud, and they lose their composure at the slightest setback and succumb to demonic energy at the slightest provocation. How can such a person be considered a true disciple in your Huangtian Sect?"

Meng Nanyi's body trembled slightly, tears streaming from her bloodshot eyes. Her consciousness seemed to be struggling, but her body was completely out of control. She remained standing in front of Shi Luosheng, like a puppet on strings.

Wu Yishu ignored Shi Luosheng's sarcasm, her gaze passing over Meng Nanyi's shoulder and landing on Shi Luosheng's pale face, a smile appearing on her cold and stern expression.

"You think you've won?"