“When a piercing sword light flashed, the tiger demon Wu Xing imdiately coughed up fresh blood and was sent flying backward. A bone-deep sword scar now marked his chest.
At that mont, every demon present froze in place. Man Shan, Zhen Yue, and She Deng stared in disbelief toward the hall.
“What? Another expert?”
“And he wounded Wu Xing so gravely—his strength must be imnse!”
“A single Ye Yu is already a headache, and now there’s another one—this just got even more troubleso.”
Just as the three Demon Kings fretted, a stunned voice rang out from behind.
“Father?”
“Father?”
Man Shan, Zhen Yue, and She Deng couldn’t help repeating it, their expressions priceless.
Indeed, it was Ye Yu who had spoken— and the sudden figure was none other than his father, Ye Yangyang, from Ye Yu’s dream!
Though many seasons had passed, the old fellow was dressed exactly as he had been in the demon village: a tattered white robe patched over in places, flowing in the wind to reveal two shaggy goat legs—looking every bit the village idiot. Yet in his hand glead the demon sword, and his entire aura had instantly transford. He stood like an unparalleled sword immortal, stepping through the void.
Ye Yangyang lightly pinched his little goatee and said coldly, “Who says the Goat Clan has no Sword Saint? My son, fear not—your old man has arrived!”
Huh, sothing feels a bit odd, Ye Yu thought with a frown, but he didn’t dwell on it. Instead, he brought his hands together and shoved with all his strength, driving Zhen Yue and Man Shan headlong into each other.
A dull crash rang out. The shockwave sent grass and trees flying for a hundred miles around.
Wincing from the pain, Man Shan and Zhen Yue had no choice but to release their grip. Though the petrification had now reached Ye Yu’s waist, he showed no fear. He clenched one fist and slamd it into his own chest, throwing his head back in a roar!
At that mont, his surging demonic qi took tangible form. A pillar of purple light shot straight into the sky, and the petrification covering his body shattered into fragnts and fell away!
She Deng, who was nearest, couldn’t help widening his eyes. At that instant, he finally understood why the Heavenly Demon World Annihilation Art was hailed as the foremost technique in the demon realm. It allowed a mid–Demon Lord realm cultivator to wield such terrifying demonic qi—truly unimaginable!
We have to escape! Otherwise we’ll die here! That thought flashed through She Deng’s mind and he tried to flee—but it was too late. A cold aura spread across his body, and when he looked down, the black flas had reappeared, instantly engulfing him. By the ti he tried to resist, there was no escape—within re breaths, the Sacred Hall Demon King She Deng perished on the spot.
At the sa mont, Ye Yu leaped powerfully into the air and stomped down on Man Shan and Zhen Yue’s chests. The imnse force of his ten-thousand-zhang Dharma forms instantly crushed the two Demon Kings’ bodies!
Then the System’s voice sounded:
“Detection: Host has successfully slain the evil Demon Kings She Deng, Man Shan, and Zhen Yue. This is an act of justice. Awarded 3,000 Justice Points.”
Hearing this, Ye Yu’s heart leapt for joy. He wasn’t surprised they were judged evil Demon Kings—they had intended to slaughter the entire Manniu Clan, taking only Nangong Jingtang away. If that wasn’t evil, nothing was.
And 1,000 Justice Points per demon was not insignificant! Combined with the 4,000 bonus he’d received earlier for rescuing Niu Erhua and Yue Wanqiu, he’d now amassed 7,000 points—no, more than that, because there was another Justice Point package pending!
Ye Yu turned his gaze to the tiger demon Wu Xing. At this mont, the fellow was no longer a demon but a dying Justice Point package. Just as Ye Yu prepared to step forward and claim it—
A hearty laugh rang out!
“Big Son, your strength is indeed extraordinary now—well, I can’t fall behind!”
“Slash!”
Ye Yangyang vaulted up, reversing his grip on the sword and bringing it down in a single stroke. Wind billowed his robe, and beneath the moonlight his two gaunt goat legs were painfully on display—but the power of that one slash was undeniable!
Wu Xing died on the spot.
Witnessing this, Ye Yu froze, his form shrinking back from ten-thousand-zhang Dharma manifestation to ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) normal size.
His Justice Points package—just taken so cleanly?
It had been right before his eyes, and then—gone?
A thousand points!
With a thought, Ye Yangyang sheathed his demon sword and strode over to Ye Yu, placing one hand heavily on his shoulder.
He spoke earnestly, “I know all this is hard for you to accept, but it’s the truth. I didn’t tell you sooner because I didn’t want to burden you. I had hoped to stay among you as an ordinary demon, give you warmth, and let you never know this secret. But now I must be honest: yes, your old man is the legendary Goat Clan Sword Saint!”
Ye Yu covered his face with one hand, soothing himself internally. Sword Saints have to be embarrassing, right? Relax—he just helped out and stole a kill. What’s the big deal? Compared to what I did as a kid, this is nothing. After a round of self-PUA, he managed to calm his anger.
He then asked, “So the ‘old friend’ that Night Jizui of Chaos Demon City’s Lord ntioned—was that you?”
Ye Yangyang nodded. “Indeed. I’ve known Night Jizui for ten thousand years! Our friendship runs deep, though we chose different paths. When you insisted on venturing out, I contacted him to ensure your safety. But I didn’t expect him to fall. Had it not been for that, I would never have revealed myself.”
His tone grew wistful. Perhaps the loss of an old friend is the truest pain a man can feel. Seeing this, Ye Yu quietly offered his condolences, then recounted the true cause of Night Jizui’s death—avenging his old friend had already been taken care of.
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