A Downpour Foretold (2)

A cold gleam flashed in True Person Yulan's eyes. He immediately formed a hand seal and chanted, sending the black mist around him surging. It gathered and writhed like a living thing, soon splitting off into a hideous Demon Shadow. This one had a more solid form, and bloodthirsty light danced in its scarlet eyes.

—He meant to crush the three of them with overwhelming force.

"Three wet-behind-the-ears juniors dare to..." True Person Yulan's sneer held undisguised contempt, but before he could finish, everything changed!

Boom—!

A brilliant sword light poured down like the Milky Way from the ninth heaven. It blazed so fiercely that no one could keep their eyes open. The secret chamber, built from ten-thousand-year Black Iron and obsidian, collapsed beneath that white light as though it were made of paper!

Stone fragments flew and dust billowed. The newly formed Demon Shadow did not even have time to scream before the peerless Sword Qi dissolved it inch by inch. In the end, it vanished completely, leaving not a trace of demonic energy.

There was nothing fancy about the stroke. It was as simple as a casual swing, yet it carried the force to split heaven and earth, cleaving the entire chamber in two from ceiling to floor.

As rubble pattered down, True Person Yulan staggered three steps back, crushing the bluestone slabs beneath his feet.

He clutched his chest. A trickle of black blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and black vapor rose where it struck the ground. The Demon Shadow was linked to his mind; the instant it was destroyed, a violent backlash struck, twisting his organs into a knot. Pain drained all color from his face.

The dust slowly cleared, revealing a figure beneath the moonlight. A boy of sixteen or seventeen hovered