The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 44 Bloodshed and Iron Spears

Blood suddenly appeared!

Yun Weiyang's palm was pierced by the iron spear, the spear tip protruding from the back of his hand, and blood flowed down the spear shaft. However, the force of his palm strike also solidly hit the spear shaft, and the big man was sent flying, spear and all.

The burly man tumbled and fell downwards, but he quickly flipped in mid-air, thrusting his spear back and embedding it into the wooden plank of the suspension bridge. With a powerful pull of his arms, his muscles bulged, and he landed steadily on the suspension bridge, spear in hand, coldly staring at Yun Weiyang above.

"This is... martial arts?"

Yun Weiyang looked at the big man with a puzzled expression.

Martial arts is a form of combat practice prevalent in the mortal world of Tianyuan Jiuzhou, emphasizing the tempering of the body and the refinement of techniques.

However, the martial arts of Tianyuan Jiuzhou are at most comparable to the Qi Refining and Longevity Realms, far inferior to this great man. This great man's killing power has undoubtedly reached the Dao Embryo Realm.

However, during the fight, Yun Weiyang gradually realized something: although the big man's attacks were fierce, there were no supernatural fluctuations or magical artifacts. His power came entirely from his physical body, from his blood and qi, and from the extremely refined internal energy he possessed.

The big man was extremely skilled in close combat, with sharp spear techniques and steady footwork. Even within the Nine Nether Sect, there were few Dao Embryo Realm disciples who could rival him in this aspect.

But that's all.

Without supernatural powers, there are no changes; without magical treasures, there are no backup plans. The burly man has staked all his strength on this iron spear and his vital energy. Overall, this burly man is somewhat inferior to the average inner disciple of the Nine Nether Sect.

Yun Weiyang became interested and descended, landing on the suspension bridge. She was only ten steps away from the big man. Her right hand writhed, and the wound pierced by the iron spear quickly healed. Her skin became smooth and fair again, as if she had never been injured.

"Let's continue."

The burly man's expression turned cold. He felt a surge of energy flowing through his iron spear, and dark energy coiled around the shaft, emitting a deep hum.

With a deep rumble, the iron spear seemed to traverse space, piercing straight into Yun Weiyang's head. This strike was devoid of any fancy moves, relying solely on pure speed and power. The spear tip pierced the air, producing a sharp sonic boom.

Yun Weiyang raised her right hand, a blood-red sword light reflected in her eyes, and a flash of blood-red light on the edge of her palm transformed into an invisible blade.

The palm strike came down.

The blood splattered against the iron spear, producing a crisp metallic clang. The spear was deflected, piercing past Yun Weiyang's ear, and the force of the spear blasted a crater the size of a bowl into the cliff behind him.

The blade flashed like water, and the blood gushed like a waterfall.

Yun Weiyang unleashed a flurry of palm strikes, sending out streaks of blood-red light, each a foot long, flying from the edge of his palm. These streaks clashed repeatedly with the iron spear thrust out by the burly man, exchanging blows and sparks flying everywhere.

Throughout the fight, a faint light flickered in Yun Weiyang's eyes. "I am not myself" was at work. With each collision, each block, and each dodge, Yun Weiyang was reading the memories of the Great Han.

The burly man's attacks were fierce and ruthless. His spear danced like a dragon, and his spear technique had no superfluous movements. Every thrust was a killing move. Thrust, flick, smash, sweep, and parry were all simple yet deadly. The power of the spear was also condensed to the extreme. Each thrust was accompanied by a deep rumble, like the roar of a giant beast.

With a thrust of the spear, the force of the spear tip condensed into a point of cold light, aiming straight for Yun Weiyang's heart.

Yun Weiyang dodged to the side, the tip of the spear grazing his chest, the force of the spear blasting a large hole in the wooden planks of the suspension bridge behind him, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.

Another horizontal sweep of the spear, the shaft carrying immense force, came down to her waist. Yun Weiyang pressed down with her left hand, her palm blade striking the spear shaft. Using the momentum, she leaped into the air and landed behind the burly man.

Without turning his head, the burly man thrust his iron spear backward, the tip piercing Yun Weiyang's heart.

But Yun Weiyang had already moved before the big man turned around.

With a slight shift in her steps, Yun Weiyang's figure drifted away like a ghost, the tip of her spear piercing the air. Her powerful energy tore a visible white wave through the air, blasting an ancient tree on a distant cliff in half. The tree's crown crashed down, its branches and leaves scattering everywhere.

Countless memories flooded Yun Weiyang's mind: hunters, constables, butchers, assassins, soldiers—these memories intertwined, making Yun Weiyang's attacks incredibly concise and unadorned.

Yun Weiyang's every move seemed to be refined from countless life-and-death battles. There were no fancy moves or superfluous actions, only the most direct and effective killing techniques.

The palm strike came down, the blade aimed straight for the big man's throat, but the big man raised his iron spear, the shaft of the spear blocking the palm strike.

Yun Weiyang didn't pause, unleashing a series of palm strikes, each one faster than the last.

The blood-red light clashed with the iron spear, producing a crisp metallic clang. The spear was deflected, piercing past Yun Weiyang's ear. The pent-up energy at the spear tip burst forth, creating a visible shockwave on the cliff behind him.

Rocks flew everywhere, dust billowed, and a crack about ten feet long appeared on the cliff face.

The blade's edge, like a crescent moon, a hook, or the flapping of a bird's wings, left behind dazzling red trails in the night sky.

The intertwined tracks resembled a painting drawn in blood, beautiful yet deadly.

The two moved swiftly across the suspension bridge. Yun Weiyang's movements were as light and agile as smoke. With each step she took, a pure white cloud would rise from her feet, slowly dissipating in the air like fleeting flowers.

The burly man's movements were as fierce and powerful as thunder. Every step he took on the suspension bridge shattered several planks, sending wood chips flying like a brown snowfall.

The two fought their way from the suspension bridge to the cliff.

The cliff face was covered with jagged rocks and ancient trees. The burly man swept his spear horizontally, and the force on the spear transformed into a black arc of light. Wherever the arc of light passed, several huge rocks weighing thousands of pounds were cut in half, with the cuts as smooth as mirrors.

The upper half of the boulder slid off and crashed to the ground with a dull thud, raising a cloud of dust.

Yun Weiyang weaved through the flying rubble, slashing with her palm and blade, the crimson blade light cleaving apart the incoming stones one by one.

Each shard of rock that was split in two flew past Yun Weiyang and crashed into the distant mountain wall, creating a continuous roar.

The burly man thrust out his spear, the tip piercing through an ancient tree as thick as a man's embrace. The force of the spear exploded within the trunk, causing the ancient tree to burst open from the inside. Bark, wood chips, and leaves scattered everywhere, like a flower made of wood and leaves blooming in an instant.

Yun Weiyang emerged from the flurry of wood chips, her palm strike aimed at the burly man's neck. The crimson blade light drew a graceful arc in the night sky, like a crescent moon.

The burly man drew his spear to parry, the spear shaft colliding with his palm blade, sparks flying everywhere, dazzling in the darkness, like two shooting stars colliding in the air.

The two men each took a few steps back, crushing the rocks beneath their feet.