Blood Gods Son Deng Yin had cast an immense psychological shadow over the immortals of the Emei Sect.
Qi Shouming had even gone so far as to seal off the mountain and summon everyone back, huddling at home to cultivate and refine their swordsmanship. The entire sect had become a household of shut-ins.
Three Generations of accumulated strength and a thousand-year legacy, driven to such a state! They had become the laughingstock of fellow cultivators everywhere over tea and after meals.
Yue Yun was closely connected to the Emei Sect and naturally knew of this affair. When he realized that the man before him was Blood Gods Son Deng Yin, his mind went blank. He knew he was finished!
Deng Yin had betrayed his master and defiled his lineage. Utterly depraved, he had peeled off his own skin to cultivate demonic arts—a great demon through and through!
Yue Yun considered how the man before him looked exactly like his disciple, yet was an entirely different person.
The only explanation was that Deng Yin had pounced upon his disciple, seized all his essence qi and Primordial Spirit, and come to harm Yue Yun wearing the boy's bodily shell!
It fit! Everything fit!
This was the legendary Blood Shadow Divine Skill!
At that thought, Yue Yun's scalp prickled. He knew there was absolutely no way he could defeat this great demon!
Shi Feiyang, however, denied it with a laugh. "Who does Blood Gods Son Deng Yin think he is? Is he worthy of being my master? Before me, he's nothing but a little brother!"
Seeing him deny it, with not a trace of respect for Deng Yin in his tone, Yue Yun knew a genuine disciple of Deng Yin would never speak that way. He wondered, *Could someone besides Deng Yin and