45: Chapter 45: A loving father and a filial son

"No—"

Lin Xueyue couldn't help but let out a cry of alarm at the sight, her eyes filled with despair!

She could already envision the scene of Ji Taichang being slapped into a bloody mist by Yang Weile; she felt her heart trembling.

What a fine child, why must the heavens be so unjust!

Bang!

Accompanied by a dull roar like thunder, Ji Taichang slashed his sword onto the palm wreathed in Devilish Qi. He actually split it apart with overwhelming force, even sending Yang Weile flying backward, leaving a wound on his body so deep that bone was visible!

Lin Xueyue was stunned. Her mature and beautiful face went blank with bewilderment, and her cherry lips subconsciously parted wide.

"This... how is this possible..."

Lin Xueyue couldn't help but murmur, doubting if she was hallucinating.

Yang Weile also jerked his head up, staring fixedly at Ji Taichang as he growled, "You aren't Ji Taichang! You... who exactly are you?!"

Ji Taichang grinned and took out a bronze ghost mask to put on. "This seat is... Ji Aotian!"

"Ji Aotian?!"

Yang Weile's expression shifted uncertainly. "Isn't that waste Ji Taichang an orphan? To think he actually has a powerful Elder like you backing him? You..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Ji Taichang had already raised his hand and slashed down with his sword again!

Boom!

Ji Taichang's Golden Core Stage Ninth Level cultivation erupted without reservation. He pushed the Blazing Fire Art to its limit, unleashing a hundred-zhang-long flaming Sword Qi that was both surging and violent!

Faced with such a terrifying attack, even someone as strong as Yang Weile couldn't help but change his expression!

He immediately pulled out a pitch-black demonic sword and held it horizontally in front of him to meet Ji Taichang's flaming Sword Qi.

Next came a deafening roar that echoed through the area. Yang Weile was sent flying thousands of zhang away by Ji Taichang's sword strike, smashing into a small mountain and causing it to explode into dust.

"Is Yang Weile... dead?!"

Hope instantly returned to Lin Xueyue's eyes. With an excited expression, she struggled to crawl up from the ground.

Ji Taichang also pointed a finger, sending a surge of powerful spiritual energy into Lin Xueyue's body to help her break the Seal set by Yang Weile and restore her cultivation power.

"Hehehe... Hahaha!"

"You think... you can kill me?!"

Suddenly!

A fit of maniacal laughter rang out, accompanied by a surging, terrifying Devilish Qi that soared into the sky, dyeing the heavens pitch black. A cold and horrific aura spread out, as if the gates of the Netherworld had opened!

A pair of blood-red eyes lit up within the Devilish Qi, like two blood moons!

Black mist emanated from Yang Weile's entire body. His face was distorted and hideous, and a thick, baleful Evil Qi spread out, making him look like a Devil King descending!

"Golden Core Stage... Eighth Level cultivation!"

"Not good! He has completely succumbed to the Demonic Path!"

Lin Xueyue's face changed drastically, showing a look of horror!

Although she had long known that Yang Weile was secretly practicing a Demonic Technique, she never expected him to have reached such a profound and terrifying level. It was truly horrifying!

Ji Taichang's expression also shifted slightly, his gaze becoming more solemn.

Although his cultivation was one minor Realm higher than Yang Weile's.

It was common knowledge: turning to the dark side makes you ten times stronger, while turning back to the light makes you three points weaker!

The completely demonized Yang Weile had become powerful enough to make even Ji Taichang feel that the situation was very troublesome.

"What staggering Devilish Qi!"

"What Demonic Path evil cultivator dares to act so insolently in our Qingyun Sect!?"

"How bold!"

Just then, several angry roars echoed from different directions of the Qingyun Sect.

A total of seven Golden Core Stage experts rose into the air, heading straight for this location, alerted by that surging and terrifying Devilish Qi.

Seeing this, Lin Xueyue finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hope returned to her eyes once more!

"Audacious Devil Head... Hm?!"

"He is... Senior Brother?"

One Golden Core Stage Elder's pupils shrank violently as he recognized Yang Weile's identity, and he was instantly shocked!

The Qingyun Sect Sect Master, Yang Buqiu, trembled even more. His eyes were filled with shock and fury as he growled, "Le'er! Why... why did you practice a Demonic Technique?!"

Yang Weile suddenly groaned, clutching his head with both hands, his face full of pain and struggle!

"Father... I'm sorry! Your son has been unfilial!"

"I... I didn't want to practice a Demonic Technique either. I was forced into it. Ahhh... it hurts so much!"

"Father, save me!"

Yang Weile actually started rolling on the ground. His Devilish Qi began to churn, flickering inconsistently.

"A good chance!"

Ji Taichang's eyes lit up. He immediately summoned the mystic rock tower, which expanded in the wind like a towering mountain, crashing down and locking onto Yang Weile!

"Don't you dare hurt my son!"

But Yang Buqiu let out an angry roar. He pinched a hand Seal, and a silver Flying Sword shot out like lightning, blocking Ji Taichang's strike.

"Le'er, don't be afraid. I'm coming to save you!"

Seeing Yang Weile's pained state, Yang Buqiu's heart trembled, and old tears streamed down his face!

He rushed to Yang Weile's side in one stride. Just as he was about to help him up, he saw the struggle and pain on Yang Weile's face instantly vanish, replaced by a weird smile.

Yang Weile's palm instantly pierced through Yang Buqiu's chest, beginning to rip out his heart and lungs!

"Puff—"

Yang Buqiu violently spat out a large mouthful of blood, his eyes full of pain and disbelief!

He asked in a raspy voice, "Le'er, I... I am your father! Why..."

Yang Weile gave a sinister laugh, the blood making his face look exceptionally hideous and terrifying. "Old man, you don't have many days left to live anyway. Why not use your cultivation to give me one last helping hand!"

"Jie jie jie—"

As his maniacal laughter rang out, blood-red tentacles began to spread from his body, piercing into Yang Buqiu's body. They began to frantically devour Yang Buqiu's life and cultivation, and his own cultivation aura began to soar!

"Damn it, what a pig teammate!"

Seeing this, Ji Taichang's face instantly darkened!

"No—Sect Master!"

"Yang Weile has completely turned into a devil. Kill him!"

The other six Golden Core Stage Elders were both shocked and enraged. They immediately joined forces and attacked.

Boom!

Yang Weile swung his demonic sword in a violent horizontal slash. Pitch-black Sword Qi erupted along with terrifying Devilish Qi. It was extremely violent, directly sending all six Golden Core Stage Elders flying, leaving them heavily injured.

Six down on the side of the road!

In this critical moment, a towering ancient tower descended from the sky, carrying the momentum of a thousand thunders as it smashed ruthlessly toward Yang Weile!

Dong!

Yang Weile raised his demonic sword to clash with the descending mystic rock tower. A dull roar erupted, and the vast earth beneath his feet instantly shattered, creating a massive crater with spiderweb-like cracks spreading out.

Even as strong as Yang Weile was, he was shaken until he bled from his seven orifices and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

This was the power of a top-grade Magical Artifact!

Before Yang Weile could recover, Ji Taichang had already reached him. The Quick Sword in his hand erupted with surging firelight, its edge fully exposed as the flaming Sword Qi slashed down head-on!