The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 75 Betrayal

Feng Daochen remained silent for a moment, his expression dazed, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of pain.

"So you've sided with the demonic path? You've joined the Heavenly Demon Palace, the one that killed your master?"

"It's not surrendering, it's cooperating." Zhang Zihe shook his head, remaining calm. "The Demonic Path has promised to give me the half-scroll of the *Yellow Heaven Book* they possess, and in return, I will lead the Yellow Heaven Sect to join the Demonic Path, once again becoming a major sect, and establishing the Four Saints Demon Palace!"

Seeing Feng Daochen's pained face, Zhang Zihe smiled slightly.

"Originally, I planned to wait until I dealt with Qin Youwei and Xuan Mobai and cut off your escape route before making my move. However, this plan went wrong and two minor characters left. But everything is ready, so it doesn't matter."

Feng Daochen closed his eyes in pain, his withered chest heaving violently as if he were suppressing something.

A moment later, Feng Daochen slowly opened his eyes, stood up from his seat, and burst forth with layers of aura, like a volcanic eruption or a river bursting its banks. The entire Huangtian Palace trembled slightly under Feng Daochen's aura, the bright pearl on the dome shone brightly, and the golden bricks on the ground resonated with a buzzing sound.

"I will not allow you to lead the sect down the path of demonic possession!"

Feng Daochen made a fist with his right hand, and a long sword appeared from the void and fell into his palm.

The sword is ancient and simple, without any decoration, and even the blade seems a bit dull. This is the sect leader's token passed down to him by his master, Qing Yanji: the divine sword, Shengxie!

Zhang Zihe looked at the Shengxie Sword with an indifferent expression. A light suddenly appeared on his forehead, and the sounds of dragon roars, tiger howls, phoenix cries, and tortoise roars came together. The phantoms of the Four Symbols Sacred Beasts appeared behind him, making Zhang Zihe look like a god descending to earth.

"What do you mean by leading us into the demonic path? Isn't our Yellow Heaven Sect originally the demonic path?" Zhang Zihe sneered, his eyes burning with four-colored light like exploding flames, and the earth, fire, wind, and water roaring between his five fingers like ten thousand thunderbolts exploding.

"Senior brother, from childhood to adulthood, you have never beaten me."

Feng Daochen slowly raised the Shengxie Sword, its tip aimed at Zhang Zihe, his voice hoarse yet firm.

This time, it's different.

As soon as he finished speaking, two bursts of energy erupted simultaneously.

boom!

The dome of Huangtian Palace was blown off, and broken tiles and stones flew everywhere like ash from a volcanic eruption. Two streams of energy, one golden and one purple, collided in the sky, creating a visible shockwave that shattered the clouds within a radius of several miles.

Golden sword light and purple spiritual light intertwined, dyeing the entire sky with two colors.

At that very moment, from the Azure Dragon Palace complex and Vermilion Bird Palace complex located halfway up Huangtian Divine Mountain, countless disciples in green robes and red robes, piloting spirit boats and wielding swords and magical weapons, charged towards the White Tiger Palace and the Black Tortoise Palace respectively.

The disciples of the White Tiger Palace and the Black Tortoise Palace had no time to react. In the morning light, many of them were still asleep when the Azure Dragon Palace disciples rushed into the palace and killed them in their beds.

Blood flowed from the palace, running down the stone steps and staining the white jade red.

Screams, pleas for mercy, and the clanging of weapons mingled together, shattering the tranquility of Huangtian Shenyue in the early morning.

In the White Tiger Palace, Qin Youwei had just landed when she heard the sounds of fighting coming from afar. Her expression changed abruptly, and she was about to draw her sword when a tall man in white robes and white hair strode out of the hall.

The master of the White Tiger Palace is Xuan Mobai.

Xuan Mobai's face was ashen, his eyes were filled with coldness, and his voice seemed to come from an ice cellar.

"Shi Jiujing and Yi Qianyu have betrayed us!"

Qin Youwei's face turned pale instantly. She turned around and looked in the direction of the Azure Dragon Palace and Vermilion Bird Palace in the distance. The sounds of battle were deafening, spiritual light flashed wildly, and countless spirit boats shuttled through the sky. The light of swords and shadows intertwined to form a net of death.

Qin Youwei shook her head in disbelief, her voice trembling slightly.

"How dare they..."

Xuan Mobai didn't reply, but glanced at Wu Yishu beside him and said in a deep voice, "Summon all disciples of the White Tiger Palace and form a defensive formation."

Wu Yishu clasped her hands in agreement, then turned and left.

Xuan Mobai and Qin Youwei stood side by side, looking at the densely packed Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird spirit boats in the distance, their faces both sinking to the bottom.

Just then, an aged voice drifted down from the sky.

"Junior Brother Xuan, Junior Sister Qin, don't put up a futile resistance. As fellow disciples, I really don't want to kill you."

The Azure Dragon Palace Master, Shi Jiujing, emerged from the void, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with white hair and beard. His face appeared kind and approachable, but his eyes were devoid of warmth. Behind him, the Vermilion Bird Palace Master, Yi Qianyu, also appeared, dressed in a crimson Taoist robe, with a fiery aura and faint phantoms of Vermilion Birds swirling around him.

Xuan Mobai looked at Shi Jiujing and said coldly, "Why!"

"Why?" Yi Qianyu asked, her voice sharp and tinged with resentment. "Perhaps it's for the sake of advancing further. The sect is already at its limit in supporting two Grand Masters. I've waited for almost a hundred years, and I don't want to wait any longer."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Mobai and Qin Youwei fell silent.

The Yellow Heaven Sect was only one of the ten heretical sects, and it was the last of the ten sects to rise to power. Its foundation was shallow, and it was almost a miracle that it could support two great masters.

In fact, after Feng Daochen was promoted to Grand Master, no one could have imagined that Zhang Zihe would also be promoted to Grand Master.

Below these two Grand Masters are the other Masters who have survived one Heavenly Tribulation. The Yellow Heaven Sect's resources are limited. The two Grand Masters take most of it, and the rest is distributed among the four Palace Masters and many elders. Not everyone gets enough.

Yi Qianyu had waited for nearly a hundred years, but he could not get the chance to advance to the Great True Person level, nor could he get more resources. His lifespan was running out, and he could not wait any longer.

boom!

Atop the mountain, a deafening roar shook the entire Yellow Heaven Divine Mountain.

Four enormous phantoms appeared in the sky: the Azure Dragon meandered like a mountain range, the Vermilion Bird spread its wings like fiery clouds, the White Tiger roared like a mountain collapsing, and the Black Tortoise lay low like the earth sinking.

The four sacred beasts occupy half of the sky, each manifesting boundless supernatural powers: dragon breath, phoenix fire, tiger roar, and tortoise shell, weaving together a magnificent yet deadly spectacle.

At the center of the Four Divine Beasts, a dazzling sword light rose up, like the Purple Star falling to earth, its brilliance so dazzling that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

The sword light stabilized the heavens and earth, the wind and clouds, and the offensive of the four sacred beasts. With a single sword strike, the Azure Dragon lost its tail, the Vermilion Bird lost its wings, the White Tiger lost its skull, and the Black Tortoise lost its armor. The four sacred beasts were all sent flying, turning into countless points of light and dissipating.

From the mountaintop, Feng Daochen's long roar could be faintly heard, shaking the surrounding area.

Qin Youwei and Xuan Mobai exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, their auras erupted, transforming into two long rainbows that hurtled towards the mountain peak.

But the next moment, two beams of light blocked their way.

A streak of azure lightning sword energy and a streak of crimson fire light, like two insurmountable barriers, completely blocked the path of Xuan Mobai and Qin Youwei.