A figure appeared like a ghost before Yu Yi, meeting her gaze once more.
If the previous look had completely captivated Shang Zhai with Yu Yi’s beauty, then the killing intent and dominance radiating from her now sent a shiver through his entire body, forcing him to a sudden halt.
Sweat poured down his face as he gasped for air, feeling as if his heart and lungs were about to stop.
In that instant, he seemed to see a mountain-sized dark shadow behind Yu Yi, like an *avici asura*, radiating a suffocating pressure that made him dread looking into her eyes again.
‘So… so strong…’ Shang Zhai murmured in his heart.
‘My legs… I can’t move them…’
Shang Zhai instinctively wanted to flee, but his legs no longer felt like his own; they trembled uncontrollably.
Suddenly, Yu Yi’s red lips parted slightly as she asked him in a low, haunting voice, “Do you want to die?”
The moment he heard those words, Shang Zhai had already been killed nearly a thousand times in his mind, and each death was different.
He was in a stalemate.
A certain-death trap.
Shang Zhai was filled with regret. Why had he targeted this woman?
Though she was indeed beautiful, the more beautiful a woman was, the more dangerous she became. This was a massive trap!
‘No… wait a minute.’ Shang Zhai realized something a moment too late.
‘Didn’t I… deafen myself?’
‘Why can I still hear her voice!?’
Strange, it was far too strange!!
He instinctively wanted to run. Earlier, his legs had gone weak and he couldn’t move due to fear. Now that the fear had passed, a powerful desire to survive urged him on—he should be able to move his legs!
However, as he tried to flee, he suddenly discovered that his legs were still completely immobile.
He looked down.
To his horror, he found that his legs had actually been petrified!
“When… when did this happen…” Shang Zhai was shocked.
At the same time, he noticed a sharp gaze from the side.
He looked over and saw an orange-haired girl standing respectfully beside Yu Yi, wearing a wicked smile. Her cherry-red lips moved slightly, as if she were saying something to him.
Through her lip movements, Shang Zhai read four words—
“Don’t even think about escaping~”
“Could it be…”
Shang Zhai suddenly had an epiphany.
Lü Qi and Su Cheng—one was a wind practitioner, and the other was a rock practitioner.
For two practitioners of different elements to appear at the Fengqing Sect simultaneously was already extremely rare.
Coupled with the presence of a top-tier powerhouse whose strength was even more unfathomable, could this be…
Shang Zhai couldn’t help but blurt out, “You… you are the Demoness Yu Yi Jue!?”
Only one person in the world could train multiple disciples who mastered different elemental powers: that Lady Demon Yu Yi Jue from Among the Colorful Clouds.
And if it was that Demoness, it wasn’t strange at all that Shang Zhai could hear her voice despite being deaf.
Because Yu Yi’s voice could be transmitted directly into his brain.
This was the absolute dominance of a superior. Even if you destroyed your own hearing, you could not escape her commands.
“So you finally recognized this Grandmaster.”
Yu Yi shook her head, somewhat disappointed.
“This Grandmaster thought everyone in the Qi Mo Sect was shrewd. As it turns out, you didn’t even know the news of this Grandmaster’s arrival in Yuanzhou, yet you dared to storm the Fengqing Sect alone just because you had a bit of skill?”
“Heh… even if that’s the case, so what? Now that the Holy Sovereign has returned, the first place he’ll flatten is your Among the Colorful Clouds!” Shang Zhai gritted his teeth and smiled viciously.
“Since you’re here, Among the Colorful Clouds will surely fall!”
Yu Yi didn’t speak upon hearing this.
Instead, she stared at Shang Zhai with a meaningful gaze.
“What… what do you want to do?” The pressure on Shang Zhai intensified, and a chill ran down his spine.
“Nothing,” Yu Yi said indifferently. “This Grandmaster just thinks your ignorance is a bit laughable.”
Yu Yi narrowed her eyes slightly and asked hauntingly, “Do you really think they can reach Among the Colorful Clouds?”
“What… what do you mean?”
Shang Zhai was stunned, belatedly thinking of a certain possibility.
“Impossible! The Holy Sovereign and the others have already set out. You can’t possibly stop them from here!” he said in disbelief.
“Whether it’s possible or not is for this Grandmaster to decide,” Yu Yi said nonchalantly.
“Yu Yi Jue, even if you can stop the Holy Sovereign, so what? After our Holy Sovereign returned, his strength is even greater than it was back then! You’re probably no longer his match, are you?” Shang Zhai sneered.
“Oh, is that so?”
Yu Yi’s expression remained calm. She then brought out the Sword Casket and placed it before Shang Zhai, asking him, “Guess what’s inside?”
Shang Zhai frowned.
He looked at the Sword Casket and immediately felt a massive Sword Intent contained within!
“This is the Sword Emperor’s Sword Casket,” Yu Yi said. “Let me test you. What kind of sword would require a Sword Emperor to use all his strength just to seal it?”
Shang Zhai’s face changed, and cold sweat poured down.
The words ‘Everlasting Tribulation Sword’ couldn’t help but surface in his mind.
“Yu Yi Jue… do you really dare to use the Everlasting Tribulation Sword?! That’s something that will absorb your life!”
Yu Yi did not answer him.
She stood up silently and said to Su Cheng and Lü Qi, “This man is yours to deal with.”
Lü Qi and Su Cheng bowed respectfully. “Yes, Master.”
After Yu Yi left, the two turned their gazes toward Shang Zhai, finding him pale and drenched in cold sweat. He whispered over and over again:
“Impossible… she couldn’t possibly dare to use the Everlasting Tribulation Sword…”
The Qi Mo Sect had never imagined Yu Yi would use the Everlasting Tribulation Sword.
Even though they knew the Sword Emperor had given the Everlasting Tribulation Sword to Yu Yi, they believed it was only because the Sword Emperor wanted Yu Yi—with her heavenly methods and countless techniques—to find a way to destroy it. They didn’t think she would actually use it.
Because after hundreds of years of accumulation, the Everlasting Tribulation Sword had already absorbed an untold amount of vitality.
Even the Sword Emperor, who was a Martial Emperor, found it difficult to endure, let alone practitioners below the Martial Emperor Realm.
There was no way they could withstand the sword’s backlash. Once used, their life would absolutely be sucked dry in an instant!
But since Yu Yi had just shown such confidence, could it be that she had already achieved a Breakthrough to the Martial Emperor Realm?
No one in the world would believe that Yu Yi could leap from a Grandmaster to a Martial Emperor while heavily injured.
And those who were enemies with Yu Yi only found out the news right before they died, yet none of them could spread the word.
Therefore, in the perception of most people, Yu Yi was still a Grandmaster—just one with ‘a few’ too many skills and a ‘somewhat’ terrifying reputation.
***
Yu Yi arrived at the highest point of the Fengqing Sect.
From the moment she reunited with Lü Qi, all the wind-attribute techniques she had ‘forgotten’ came back to her.
She mobilized her full power, calling upon the ‘wind’ between the Sky and Earth.
She would use the wind to block the people of the Demon Sect.
Yu Yi mobilized the winds of the entire world. The thick layers of clouds in the sky were blown away, forming a massive circle in the sky centered around her, enveloping all of Yuanzhou.
Then, countless wind surges descended from the sky like waterfalls and ocean tides, crashing toward the ground.
“Eh? This wind is so strange.”
“Ah, whatever. Let’s go, hurry up!”
At that moment, the people at the border of Yuanzhou looked at the wind wall that had suddenly appeared in front of them, feeling a bit puzzled.
But they didn’t think much of it and walked straight toward the wind.
The Holy Sovereign and his three Saints were the same.
However, as soon as they approached, they suddenly felt a massive resistance that made it impossible to move a single step. If they didn’t break free in time, their flesh would even be torn apart by this wind wall!
“Holy Sovereign, this wind is unusual. I’m afraid a wind practitioner is behind this,” the Second Saint, Fei Lang, said as he retreated. Several cuts from wind blades appeared on his arms, and blood flowed freely.
“It seems the Fengqing Sect is a place of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Shang Zhai failed his mission.”
Realizing that Shang Zhai might be dead, the Holy Sovereign clenched his fists, his anger extreme.
“Since they don’t want me to leave this place, then I shall turn back!”