"Your Excellency?" The black-clad man called out cautiously.
His Excellency suddenly fell silent, gnashing his teeth one moment and smiling the next, it looked rather strange.
Yang Yun glanced at him and said, "We won't leave Tianxing Sect for now. Come, follow me to see Zhao Wuji!"
Yang Yun hadn't forgotten how Zhao Wuji had sentenced him to hard labor.
Although that may not have been Zhao Wuji's own intention.
But, did he seem like someone reasonable?
It's just that since Zhao Wuji was still useful, he would use him for now.
When he could no longer be used, Yang Yun would make him taste the bitterness of hard labor as well.
If that's how he treated Zhao Wuji, then Yang Yun naturally never planned to let Lin Ya, Yun Jin, and the others live.
Even for dying, he didn't plan to let them die too easily.
He had countless methods to make these people have no hope of survival, and no release in death!
The black-clad man's strength was very terrifying. He swept into a mass of black mist, carrying Yang Yun, and quickly vanished from the spot.
Inside the secret chamber.
Zhao Wuji was thinking about something with a grim expression.
Suddenly.
A mass of black mist appeared.
In the next moment.
Two figures appeared before him.
Zhao Wuji was instantly alarmed.
This was a secret chamber!
How had these two entered?
"Zhao Wuji." Yang Yun still wore the appearance of a child, but his voice was steady and mature. "Kneel."
Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank sharply.
It was that child!
He had only been stunned for a moment.
The black-clad man snorted coldly, a terrifying pressure descended. Zhao Wuji's knees went weak, and he involuntarily knelt down.
This level of strength…
Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically.
He'd felt the pressure of the Supreme Elders before.
But the pressure from this black-clad man felt far more terrifying than that of the Supreme Elders.
The Supreme Elders were at least in Tribulation Crossing Stage…
Then this person before him…
Zhao Wuji lowered his head at once, tremblingly said, "It was me, it's my fault. I didn't know the young master's identity and offended him. But at the time, I was indeed forced! Ye Danxia is also my most cherished disciple. If I had the choice, I would've never imposed such a punishment."
Zhao Wuji didn't dare lift his head.
The only explanation he could think of was that this Yang Yun must have an extremely noble identity.Otherwise, he wouldn't have such a terrifying protector.
He'd punished him and Ye Danxia to hard labor, Yang Yun is probably harbouring resentment against him, and had now come for revenge!
Yang Yun narrowed his eyes, calmly sat down in the chair, and looked down at Zhao Wuji from above.
Within his body, he slowly began circulating the Blood Demon Art.
This technique had been developed based on a secret art of the Demon Clan.
Its peculiarity lay in its hierarchical structure.
He cultivated the highest tier of the Blood Demon Art and could control anyone cultivating lower tiers.
Below him were the second, third, and fourth tiers…
Practitioners of lower tiers were controlled by those of higher tiers.
Layer by layer, it formed a strict network.
The Demon Clan members Yang Yun dispatched to the Central Plains to carry out missions might not have mastered the Blood Demon Art, but he required them all to cultivate it.
Once initiated into this technique, one could never escape his control.
It's one of his methods of controlling subordinates.
Blood Daoist had also cultivated the Blood Demon Art. To control Zhao Wuji, he would naturally pass down an even lower tier of the technique.
Although Yang Yun's strength was currently inferior to Zhao Wuji's, once he circulated the highest-tier method, Zhao Wuji would inevitably fall under his control.
Yang Yun slowly placed his hand atop Zhao Wuji's head.
Zhao Wuji trembled.
An extreme pain suddenly swept through his entire body.
Zhao Wuji let out a miserable scream.
Pain!
It's too painful!
The blood within his body seemed to all be boiling.
The scorching sensation burned through his meridians, burned through his organs, making him feel as though he had died hundreds and thousands of times.
Yang Yun watched coldly for a while before slowly withdrawing his hand.
Zhao Wuji was drenched in sweat. The pain finally faded, but he felt no relief, only shock as he looked at Yang Yun.
He had been personally converted by his master.
He also cultivated a basic tier of the Blood Demon Art.
But his Blood Demon Art tier should've only been below his master's!
Yet this child…
"Zhao Wuji, this is His Excellency," the black-clad man said calmly. "His Excellency is currently cultivating a rare technique and has yet to recover his cultivation. However, controlling you is no more difficult than controlling an ant."
His Excellency…
Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply.
In the entire Demon Clan, only one person could be called His Excellency.
The legendary Demon Lord!
The world knew that the Demon Lord had been gravely injured by the four holy lands and had since vanished.
And yet, the Demon Lord was right before his eyes?
Zhao Wuji was horrified. He quickly lowered his head, his voice trembling, "This subordinate was ignorant, utterly ignorant. I beg His Excellency to punish me!"
Yang Yun said calmly, "Zhao Wuji, I am keeping you alive for now because you still have some use. Otherwise, for your actions, your head would've already fallen on the ground!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Zhao Wuji responded repeatedly, though inwardly he let out a breath of relief.
At least he wouldn't die this time.
"I heard that you plan to have the Blood Dao Sect massacre Tianxing Sect?" Yang Yun asked calmly.
Zhao Wuji nodded without hesitation, "Your Excellency, these people all deserve to die! The reason Your Excellency suffered previously was due to Lin Ya and that Yun Jin. Yun Jin isn't here right now, so consider her lucky. But for that Lin Ya, this subordinate can capture him and let Your Excellency deal with him as you please."
Yang Yun gave a disdainful smile, "No wonder your authority as sect master has been hollowed out. Zhao Wuji, you really didn't grow a brain! For this matter, I have a better plan, listen to me."
Yang Yun slowly explained his plan.
Zhao Wuji's complexion changed repeatedly before settling into ecstasy.
"Your Excellency, if this can be accomplished, that would really be for the best," Zhao Wuji said with a groveling look.
He had previously been blinded by hatred, only wanting to destroy Tianxing Sect no matter what.
As for himself, even if he had to live under a false name afterward, he didn't care at all!
But now!
With Yang Yun's involvement, this plan took a different direction.
If it succeeded, not only would he not need to abandon Tianxing Sect, he could reclaim power and return as the supreme sect master!
Yang Yun raised a brow, asking, "Did Blood Daoist give you something to conceal the traces of the Blood Demon Art?"
Zhao Wuji nodded and immediately produced a small porcelain bottle.
"It's this liquid, just a single drop can ensure that for thirty days not a trace of aura leaks out. My master sends me some every few years to prevent exposure." Zhao Wuji handed over the entire bottle.
Yang Yun toyed with the porcelain bottle, a look of interest appearing in his eyes.
A mysterious liquid.
Apparently inexhaustible.
Quite interesting indeed.
If this liquid was truly so miraculous, could heaven be aiding the revival of their Demon Clan?
"Very well, I will return to the hard labor area. Lie Feng will notify you of the next steps," Yang Yun said lightly.
Zhao Wuji nodded repeatedly.
In the next moment, Lie Feng carried Yang Yun away, vanishing once more.
Zhao Wuji slowly stood up, excitement flashing in his eyes.
That child was actually the Demon Clan's Demon Lord!
And Lie Feng was also a rare expert.
Once that plan succeeded, he, Zhao Wuji, would be a hero!
A great hero!
At that time, no one would be able to stop him from reclaiming supreme authority!
No one!
As for Lin Ya and the others, they would of course die in that battle.
He would also express great regret about this, but the dead couldn't revive, what a pity.
In the sky.
Dark clouds gathered. Thunder rumbled, yet no rain fell.
It seemed to foretell that a storm was brewing slowly within the clouds.
Only no one knew, when the rain finally fell, who would be drenched?
The giant turtle was traversing through the Endless Sea. An Tong led Yun Jin further to familiarize herself with Wushuang Sect.
What Jin Yu and the others had seen earlier had only been the tip of the iceberg.
Although the Wushuang Sect secret realm had been established hastily, the Sword Sage of Ten Thousand Daos had brought out much of its former foundation.
On a barren mountain, An Tong brought Yun Jin to meet a woman carrying a sword on her back.
The woman seemed tireless, constantly practicing sword techniques.
An Tong said softly, "This is a Sword Spirit! She was born spontaneously one day on Wushuang Sect's sword arena. For thousands of years, she has witnessed countless disciples' battles and mastered innumerable sword techniques. However, she's only a Sword Spirit, although she's nearly well versed in all sword techniques under heaven, she doesn't have a trace of adaptability. Even so, her strength can still fight several ordinary Mahayana Stage cultivators."