Chapter Two of the Wind and Moon Continent: The Heavenly Demon Holy Sword

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After a clang of metal on metal, the two fighters each took a step back, standing five feet apart, sword tips facing each other. Their eyes were locked, both secretly adjusting their breathing, preparing for the next attack.

An Feng was quite surprised by Ye Tianlong's swordsmanship, for he vaguely saw traces of the Moon Temple's martial arts techniques in Ye Tianlong's swordsmanship. As far as An Feng knew, the Moon Temple's martial arts were never taught to outsiders, especially since Ye Tianlong was one of the Moon Temple's enemies. Therefore, An Feng couldn't help but feel a great sense of mystery about Ye Tianlong's origins.

"What a fine sword!"

Ye Tianlong glanced at the longsword in his hand, a gift from Zuo Lanxin, and suddenly said in a deep voice. This longsword, meticulously crafted by a master craftsman of the Tianji Clan, was considered a superior weapon within the temple, but it couldn't compare to the rapier in An Feng's hand. After such a fierce exchange, it was already riddled with scratches and nicks.

"It's time to end this!"

Anfeng, who had already finished his internal meditation, coldly said to Ye Tianlong, leaning forward and suddenly raising his slender sword.

"Dark Flame Burst Slash!"

With a low roar, Anfeng finally unleashed the ultimate move of the Dark Clan. After the rapid attacks just now, Anfeng knew clearly that he couldn't defeat Ye Tianlong with ordinary martial arts, let alone kill him. Therefore, he had no choice but to use his rarely used, and extremely power-consuming, ultimate move.

A cloud of black smoke immediately surged from the slender sword, followed by a series of explosions in the space, triggering a chain reaction of all dark matter in the surrounding space. Centered on Ye Tianlong's location, a mountain of latent energy erupted like a flash flood.

Ye Tianlong felt as if he were in a very strange force field, with countless dark shockwaves squeezing and distorting the entire space, as if countless sharp blades were whistling around him, constantly cutting and tearing at his flesh and spirit.

Faced with imminent danger and crisis, Ye Tianlong immediately unleashed his full power, wielding his sword with divine control, unleashing dozens of strikes in one breath. Each strike violently collided with the dark matter in the space, black smoke billowing and explosions resounding continuously.

The pressure in the entire space intensified, becoming increasingly unbearable for Ye Tianlong. This was the power of the Dark Clan's ultimate technique, "Dark Flame Burst Slash," which effectively triggered the power of all dark matter in the space to attack the opponent.

The explosions caused by the Dark Wind Sword were merely a starting point, a trigger, intended to stimulate reactions between the dark matter. Ye Tianlong's attempts to block the shockwaves only generated more shockwaves of dark matter. Unless he could suppress all the dark matter in the surrounding space in one fell swoop, new shockwaves would be constantly being generated. And Ye Tianlong's strength was far from being able to completely suppress the space.

The black smoke grew thicker and thicker, almost completely obscuring Ye Tianlong's figure. Only continuous explosions could be heard from within, interspersed with flashes of blazing red sword light—the marks of Ye Tianlong's sword strikes.

While rapidly adjusting his breathing to recover the power lost after his attack, An Feng watched Ye Tianlong's situation with a smug smile. He knew all too well that Ye Tianlong's approach to dealing with the shockwave would soon leave him exhausted, and that would be the moment Ye Tianlong was completely swallowed by the dark spatial matter.

However, An Feng's smile quickly froze, because an unexpected commotion came from within the black smoke ahead, followed by a slight tremor in the ground beneath his feet.

"What is this? Is it an earthquake…?"

This thought had barely formed in An Feng's mind, before he could even dismiss it, when a deafening roar erupted from the black smoke. Then, the black smoke surged and billowed outwards.

"Dark Wave?"

Anfeng was startled. The Dark Wave, which he had been channeling to launch a powerful attack on Ye Tianlong, had become so chaotic, like a runaway horse, rampaging through the courtyard, scattering branches and stones, raising clouds of dust before dispersing.

"Die!" With Ye Tianlong's shout, a black lightning bolt crackling with blazing flames appeared before Anfeng.

Instinctively, he tried to draw his sword to defend, but Anfeng suddenly found his slender sword incredibly heavy, as if this ancient weapon of the Dark Clan feared something. This feeling of hesitation, transmitted clearly through the mental connection with its master, reached Anfeng's heart.

When the blazing black lightning bolt reached him, even Anfeng himself felt an immense pressure—a pressure that made him want to submit, unable to muster any will to resist.

In that instant, Anfeng almost bent down to meet the black lightning head-on.

Fortunately, Anfeng's mental strength and willpower were incredibly strong. In the critical moment, he bit his lip hard, and hot blood rushed into his mouth. The burning pain suddenly increased his fighting spirit.

Just as he was about to be hit, Anfeng's figure dodged to the left and flipped backward, changing direction several times in mid-air, retreating more than ten feet in one breath, finally avoiding Ye Tianlong's full-force attack filled with killing intent.

Having missed his attack, Ye Tianlong did not pursue further, but stopped, looking at Anfeng, whose expression was constantly changing, with a cold and arrogant gaze. At the same time, he was also secretly circulating his energy to regulate his breathing, after all, the situation just now was too dangerous, and he was almost exhausted.

It turned out that after blocking dozens of dark shockwaves, Ye Tianlong's strength was rapidly dissipating, and countless cracks appeared on the longsword in his hand. This was because the power of the dark waves themselves was extremely terrifying, and coupled with the inherent corrosive properties of dark matter, it caused Ye Tianlong's strength to be consumed even more.

Finally, the longsword in Ye Tianlong's hand could no longer withstand the immense force and began to shatter. Under the impact and corrosion of the shockwave, the blade shrank smaller and smaller. At the most critical moment, Ye Tianlong suddenly remembered the divine weapon he carried, completely fused with himself. He couldn't help but curse himself inwardly for being so foolish, clinging to the longsword given to him by Zuo Lanxin as his only weapon.

Actually, this wasn't surprising. When faced with hardship, one instinctively uses what they perceive as a reliable weapon for protection. The longsword given to him by Zuo Lanxin was the only weapon Ye Tianlong could immediately pick up and use. Therefore, based on this preconceived notion, Ye Tianlong had been using this exquisitely crafted sword from the temple to deal with the attacks from the dark wind.

These thoughts flashed through Ye Tianlong's mind in an instant. He immediately made a decisive move, concentrating all his power into the longsword given to him by Zuo Lanxin. Before the next collision with the dark wave, he forcefully launched the already damaged longsword towards the shockwave, simultaneously focusing his spiritual power to summon the mysterious artifact lurking within his body. The

tremors and explosions just now were the sounds produced when Ye Tianlong's longsword collided violently with the shockwave, shattering into countless tiny particles. The dark matter around Ye Tianlong, after being propelled by such a powerful shockwave, should have experienced an even more intense explosion, creating an even more terrifying and massive dark wave.

However, when the black artifact blazing with flames appeared in Ye Tianlong's hand, the dark waves in the surrounding space seemed to be attracted by some inexplicable force, all surging towards the black sword. The way the black smoke kept disappearing into the black sword was as if the black sword had transformed into a whale, opening its huge mouth to suck and devour.

In a short while, the dark waves stirred up by Anfeng's ultimate move in the courtyard had completely vanished into the black longsword blazing with flames in Ye Tianlong's hand. This black longsword was even more chillingly dark; its blade seemed to have become an unfathomable black hole. Just a glance at it felt as if one's vision and very soul were being sucked in.

Anfeng glanced at it, then couldn't help but glance again, his expression growing increasingly terrifying. Beyond anger and malice, his face was filled with horror, pain, and despair. Even Ye Tianlong, standing a foot away, could clearly sense his faltering spirit.

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Tianlong waited a moment, finally unable to resist letting out a mocking sneer. At the same time, he began to slowly move forward, preparing to launch an attack on Anfeng. To be honest, even he himself hadn't expected that after grasping this black longsword engulfed in flames and absorbing the dark energy of the surrounding space, he seemed to become fearless. A domineering aura, as if looking down upon the world, surged within him. At this moment, no one seemed to matter to him. Even the two universally acknowledged peerless masters of the continent, Wang Shi and Feng Yue Zhenjun, stood before him; he had the courage to challenge them.

Under the immense and terrifying pressure, An Feng instinctively took a step back. His aura was now completely suppressed by Ye Tianlong.

"This...is...this is...the...Heavenly...Demon...Holy Sword..." He murmured softly at first, then spoke in a trembling voice.

"The Heavenly Demon...Holy Sword...I actually...saw...the...Heavenly...Demon...Holy Sword..." As he finished speaking, An Feng's voice was filled with joy, shock, and excitement. It could be said that An Feng's emotions were now extremely complex. According to the most secret prophecy passed down through generations of the Dark Clan, and what Anfeng considers the most wondrous legend, in the future, a Dark Lord wielding the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword will descend to earth, leading the Dark Clan to unparalleled dominance.

This earth-shattering prophecy is inscribed on the stone wall at the deepest part of the Dark Cave, and the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword it describes is exactly what Ye Tianlong holds now—a black artifact composed of dark energy, its body wreathed in flames. This artifact is also the weapon used by the legendary Dark Demon God. Another mysterious aspect of it, which Anfeng finds most unbelievable, is that this artifact completely merges with its user. In other words, when used, this artifact leaps out of the user's body.

It should be noted that all known artifacts on the continent, including ancient artifacts left over from the beginning of creation, no matter how connected to the user's mind, could not possibly reside within a person's body. However, according to the prophecy within the Dark Cave, this Heavenly Demon Holy Sword resides within the user's body, only appearing in the master's hand upon their summons.

"What are you saying?"

Ye Tianlong stopped in his tracks. Although he desperately wanted to take advantage of An Feng's mental turmoil to eliminate this most terrifying opponent, hearing him call out the name of the divine weapon in his hand piqued his immense curiosity. It seemed An Feng had some special connection with this artifact, as even Yu Zhu, a member of the Dark Clan like An Feng, hadn't recognized it.

Looking up at the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword held in Ye Tianlong's hand, even though the sword was pointing directly at his vital chest and the boundless sword energy within it had firmly taken control of his body, An Feng had no will to resist or escape. Frankly, at this moment, he was almost completely desperate. He had poured his heart and soul into achieving his current situation, but the appearance of this Heavenly Demon Holy Sword had shattered his dreams in an instant.

Ancient prophecies, the power of the divine artifact, and the subtle education he received from childhood all made Anfeng understand that he alone could not contend with the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword. To contend with the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword was to contend with the Dark Lord chosen by the Dark Great Demon God, to contend with his own faith, the source of his power, and the god upon whom all his people relied and trusted. The fear and despair of that was unbearable for anyone.

"Why? Why? Why did this Heavenly Demon Holy Sword appear at this time?"

Anfeng murmured. This time, Ye Tianlong heard it clearly: the name of the divine artifact he had inexplicably obtained was indeed "Heavenly Demon Holy Sword"—a truly resounding name.

"Since you recognize this sword, then tell me, how exactly did you treat the Jade Bead?"

Ye Tianlong's mind raced; he decided to take advantage of Anfeng's mental confusion to ask more questions.

"What else could we do?" Anfeng gave a bitter laugh and said without reservation, "We don't want Yuzhu to hold power in the clan because she doesn't obey our commands and wants to lead the Dark Clan to your side."

"So you framed her?" Ye Tianlong's eyes were fixed on Anfeng. Although his words remained calm, he could hardly hide the anger in his heart. Especially when he thought of the things Yuzhu had suffered, her loss of mind and self, how pitiful and tragic she was, and how much harm she had caused to him and Liu Qin'er.

"Yes." Anfeng answered almost unconsciously, "It was Hua Rou's suggestion, and she also has the ability to do so. I originally disagreed with her doing this, but Hua Rou assured me that she would not harm Yuzhu herself, and said that this was the best way to avoid Yuzhu and me turning against each other."

"So, you controlled Yuzhu's mind and spirit, turning her into your tool?" The hatred and killing intent in Ye Tianlong's chest grew stronger.

"After that, I don't really know." Anfeng slowly shook his head, his expression filled with sorrow. "Hua Rou was going to take the jade bead away, and I couldn't stop her. No matter what, Hua Rou was right..."

"A bunch of despicable bastards!" Ye Tianlong couldn't help but shout angrily, his body suddenly surging with an even more powerful and terrifying aura. The Heavenly Demon Holy Sword stretched forward, "You all deserve to die!"

The Heavenly Demon Holy Sword seemed to sense the anger and hatred in its master's heart, erupting with an even more intense torrent of flames. Waves of black latent energy surged like raging waves, directly attacking Anfeng's mind and internal organs.

Anfeng's mind, which was already on the verge of collapse, could no longer withstand such immense pressure. He let out a low groan, his face turning pale, and his legs gradually weakening. At this moment, it seemed that the terrifying dark demon god was standing in front of him.

This scene, seen by Ye Tianlong, made him almost unable to believe his eyes. The once powerful Anfeng had actually become such a helpless figure. Could it be that the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword exerted such great pressure and had such an effect on him?

While secretly gathering his strength to guard against a sudden counterattack from An Feng, Ye Tianlong moved forward slowly and steadily, the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword firmly locking onto An Feng's figure.

Five feet, four feet, three feet…

The Heavenly Demon Holy Sword drew closer and closer to An Feng, its dark sword energy even tearing through An Feng's clothes, revealing faint bloodstains on his exposed skin. Yet An Feng showed no intention of resisting, merely staring blankly at the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword approaching him.

"What are you doing?"

A shout suddenly rang out at the entrance of the courtyard. Then, a powerful whirlwind swept towards Ye Tianlong, its silver light illuminating the dark sword energy emitted by the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword, giving it a strange glow.

The voice was deafening, and An Feng's expression instantly changed, his eyes hardening. To be precise, most of the voices uttered by this uninvited guest were directed at Anfeng. These voices, imbued with powerful true energy, were enough to shake Anfeng's chaotic mind. In particular, these voices held another meaning for Anfeng.

As for Ye Tianlong, upon hearing the sound, he knew things had changed. Although he quickly increased the speed and power of his sword strike, An Feng suddenly seemed to gain a magical power, breaking free from the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword's binding force on his mind. He retreated at full speed, shrinking in size.

Although his dodging technique was quite clumsy and he didn't completely evade the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword's attack, it was very practical and effective. Apart from a long wound on his chest, he suffered no other injuries. However, An Feng's situation was now very dangerous. After his desperate evasion, he was unsteady and in a vulnerable state, wide open and defenseless.

Although he knew that if he attacked further, he could severely injure An Feng, Ye Tianlong could not continue attacking because another opponent's attack was about to hit him. He could only turn around to meet the attack.

A large "断" (sever) character swirled, expanded, and danced in the air in front of Ye Tianlong, generating a strange vortex force that seemed to sever the space around him.

With a loud shout, Ye Tianlong swung the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword, which was engulfed in flames, and slashed down fiercely. This supreme artifact of dark and fire elements erupted with blazing flames, striking the center of the character "Sever" with perfect precision.

The powerful force field dissipated with a roar, and the shimmering silver character "Sever" vanished from Ye Tianlong's sight in an instant.

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