“That’s… the real demon slayer?”
The moment Qing He spoke, Jing Yun broke out in goosebumps. He still had lingering fear from the time he’d almost been killed by a demon slayer in the Dark Zone. “De–demon slayer…”
But the demon slayer didn’t pay him any attention and instead walked straight ahead—step by step—toward Xie Tianfa’s true body.
Seeing this, Qing He panicked. “Don’t kill him!”
Yun Yongzhou heard his voice and slightly turned his face. The moment he saw the demon slayer, his eyes were filled with shock. The demon slayer also saw him, but showed no reaction. Reeking of alcohol and killing intent, he took an old longsword from his back, ran his index and middle fingers along its blade, and when his blood touched the edge, the dusty old sword transformed—gleaming silver from hilt to tip.
This gleaming sword, brimming with cold light, rose into the air under the demon slayer’s control.
Qing He’s anxiety peaked. On instinct, he raised his gun and aimed at the demon slayer—only to realize a second later that he was wrong. The man wasn’t targeting Xie Tianfa at all.
The silver sword lunged at Wei Huan’s left chest!
Wei Huan, busy dealing with Xie Tianfa, sensed the sudden attack and leaned his upper body backward, barely dodging it. The demon slayer gave him no time to breathe—the silver sword continued to close in, aiming straight for Wei Huan’s heart.
Yun Yongzhou raised a hand, sending ten thousand light blades flying toward the demon slayer. Just before they struck his left side, the demon slayer recited a spell. Pain like a tidal wave surged through Yun Yongzhou’s chest, halting the blades midair.
“Yongzhou!” Wei Huan, still dodging the silver sword, saw something wrong with him.
Yun Yongzhou heard his voice, slightly lifted his head, and stubbornly continued to channel his energy to control the light blades.
“Looks like the Soul-Splitting Needle I used back then wasn’t enough,” the demon slayer rasped. “You ruined one of my eyes. I should have ripped out your whole demon heart.”
“You’re not capable of that,” Yun Yongzhou said coldly.
As he finished speaking, the sky was once again filled with light blades, all aimed at the demon slayer. Though he dodged quickly, he couldn’t avoid all of them. His arm was wounded, and even the silver sword under his control was knocked off course. Seizing the opportunity, Wei Huan summoned a light shield on his right wrist.
“Yang Sheng!”
Hearing Wei Huan call his name, Yang Sheng, engaged in another fight, didn’t hesitate to summon his spirit energy. Moments later, a purple storm formed beside Wei Huan. With wings spread, Wei Huan retreated. The storm, under his command, pressed down on the silver sword and transformed into a massive purple boulder, pinning the sword to the ground.
With both Yun Yongzhou and Wei Huan distracted by the demon slayer, Xie Tianfa, running on instinct, attempted to break out of their encirclement. But a silver spiritual light appeared in front of him. The silver light turned into a symbol that pierced his forehead. In the next moment, silver threads shot out, wrapping around his body.
Even under the suppressive pain of the Soul-Splitting Needle, Yun Yongzhou’s demon power was terrifyingly strong. Bleeding all over, the demon slayer growled at Xie Tianfa: “Not a single member of the Nine Phoenix clan will escape.”
Wei Huan’s heart tightened. “I know you’ve recognized me.”
“Of course I have! I should’ve known the moment your corpse vanished! That it was just some soul-returning trick!” the demon slayer snapped.
Hearing this, Yun Yongzhou frowned, and the surrounding light blades trembled.
“A life for a life. I, Li Lingkong, will erase the Nine Phoenix clan from existence today!”
“Wait!” Wei Huan didn’t have time to explain everything, but this Li Lingkong had already launched another attack. His every strike was aimed to kill. Wei Huan didn’t want to fight back and kept retreating, blocking defensively.
“There was a misunderstanding back then. Someone set us up!”
The other man let out a cold laugh and flipped his palm. A surge of spiritual energy erupted, and the silver sword pinned under the purple rock shattered it and flew toward them. “Written records in black and white. You deny it with one sentence and expect that to matter?”
Wei Huan dodged the silver sword. The light shield in his hand flew up to intercept it in the air. At that moment, the Golden Crow flames ignited on Yun Yongzhou’s body. The golden fire shot skyward.
Wei Huan quickly called out, “Yongzhou, don’t attack him yet.”
At his words, Yun Yongzhou held back. The flames hovered in the air, his killing intent suppressed. Wei Huan turned his head and said to the demon slayer: “I have the full list here. One look and you’ll see the records have flaws. Everyone listed besides my father was part of the Shanhai Combat Forces!”
The silver sword bypassed the shield and charged at Wei Huan again—but another light shield blocked it with a clang. It was Yun Yongzhou’s.
“Careful,” Yun Yongzhou said, still protecting him.
Yang Sheng, Yan Shanyue, and the others were about to rush over, but Wei Huan shook his head to stop them. The more demons gathered, the more likely they’d provoke the demon slayer. Given the danger, Wei Huan kept things brief.
“You should know how things work in the demon realm. The Shanhai Forces are independent. My father was part of the government army—he could never have led them on a mission! The task leader’s name was swapped!”
Quick on his feet, Qing He pulled up the archived list he had saved and projected it on a holographic screen. “He’s telling the truth! The list is here. If you don’t believe us, you can check the official records!”
Elsewhere, Mo Tong had just taken down two of Xie Tianfa’s clones. When he looked up and saw the real body acting up again, he rushed over—his demon-slaying sword aimed straight for Xie Tianfa’s throat.
Qing He panicked. “Don’t kill him! Don’t—!”
But the sword only stopped by the side of the neck—more of a warning than an execution. Mo Tong approached his adoptive father with a respectful face, though his eyes briefly lingered on Wei Huan before glancing away.
“Father, should we perhaps…”
His green eyes trembled as he spoke, like a lake caught in a storm.
The demon slayer glanced at him— and slapped him across the face.
Mo Tong staggered backward several steps, dazed.
“I painstakingly restored your mind and raised you all these years, taught you everything you know—and now you want to speak on behalf of this demon?” His rage showed no signs of subsiding, and the scar over his right eye looked even more hideous. “Have you forgotten why you ended up in this state—neither human nor demon? Wasn’t it all because of these demons? Look at your legs, and look at my eye!”
Yun Yongzhou loosened the hand that had been clutching his chest and descended from the sky. “I was the one who blinded you. It has nothing to do with him.”
The demon slayer let out a cold laugh. “Indeed, it was you. But do you think I don’t know why you came looking for me back then? Wasn’t it to save this Nine Phoenix? You broke through my Soul-Splitting Formation and brought him in. If not for you, he would’ve been reduced to ashes long ago. How could he possibly have returned? Not even a wisp of demon soul could’ve been retrieved!”
Wei Huan froze.
He suddenly understood the sharp, stabbing pain in Yun Yongzhou’s chest—it was all because of him.
Just how many foolish things had this guy done?
“Cut the nonsense.” Yun Yongzhou was about to release his light blades, but at that moment, Mo Tong knelt in front of the demon slayer Li Lingkong. Seeing this, Yun Yongzhou paused and pulled back the blades for now.
“Father, I know I can never repay your kindness in raising me. But the Nine Phoenix has also shown me great kindness. If he hadn’t saved me in the border canyon back then, I would never have met you.” His head hung low, his voice slightly choked. “At that time, he was on the battlefield surrounded by enemies, and yet he still chose to save my life. For that reason alone, I believe he’s not the kind of demon who slaughters humans for pleasure. He’s different from the others. Besides, the events of that year had nothing to do with him…”
No one had expected this, not even Wei Huan himself. He could still remember how Mo Tong ignored him back at the Kongtong Tavern. He never imagined that Mo Tong had remembered everything.
“Get up.” Li Lingkong said in a low, restrained voice, his anger far from gone. Mo Tong quietly responded and stood up, still keeping his head lowered, without even glancing at Wei Huan.
“I know your clan was wiped out and you carry hatred in your heart, but there are too many suspicious points about what happened back then. My father was merely a scapegoat. The real culprit manipulated everything behind the scenes and used you as a tool to wipe out my Nine Phoenix clan,” Wei Huan said. “If we keep killing each other now, it only means we’re falling into his trap again.”
“You say there’s a mastermind, and I’m just supposed to believe you?” Li Lingkong looked at Wei Huan coldly. “Then tell me—who exactly led those Shanhai demons that slaughtered my entire family?!”
Wei Huan was momentarily speechless.
He didn’t know the answer yet—he couldn’t say anything with certainty.
Qing He, noticing the shift in Li Lingkong’s expression, spoke up. “The truth hasn’t been fully uncovered yet, but we’re very close. If you’re willing to stay calm and investigate the evidence from both sides, I’m sure we can find out. Honestly, I know your spiritual power is immense, but there are a lot of demons here—each of them high-level, and even the Golden Crow is present. If you really start killing, even you might not win. But the Nine Phoenix is already showing willingness to talk. That’s a sign of sincerity.” Seeing no change in Li Lingkong’s expression, Qing He continued, “Think carefully—did you really see the Nine Phoenix back when your clan was massacred? Did you sense their demon energy?”
His human identity made Li Lingkong a little less hostile. He gave Qing He a doubtful look but didn’t act further.
“Maybe you were too young at the time to remember clearly, but as a demon slayer, you should be familiar with the Nine Phoenix clan’s combat style. Were your dead kin really killed by wind-based attacks?”
Hearing this, fragments of dreadful memories began to surface in Li Lingkong’s mind.
But he’d been just a child at the time, hidden away by his mother. He had no idea what was happening outside. All he could sense was a mix of chaotic demon energy—and the thick smell of human blood.
Blood. Blood everywhere. When he ran back, there wasn’t even a single corpse—all taken away by demons.
But now, he wondered—was it that his spiritual power back then wasn’t strong enough, or had his memory become distorted? He genuinely couldn’t recall what kinds of demon energy had been present. All he remembered was that when he survived under a false name, hiding his identity as a demon slayer in the mortal world, people were saying:
“Without demon slayers, humans will be at the mercy of demons.”
For twenty years, wandering without roots, he watched the demon realm treat the Nine Phoenix as heroes—because Wei Qingyun of the Nine Phoenix had wiped out the demon slayer clan. His Li clan was annihilated, not even corpses left behind—only he had survived. And yet the Nine Phoenix still walked the earth as heroes.
He couldn’t accept it. That hatred had become the only pillar holding up his bleak life. It had carried him through everything, even things he once swore he’d never do.
But now—he dared not imagine the possibility. What if he’d been wrong all along? What if the one he’d hated for so many years wasn’t even the true culprit?
“Song Chengkang…” Li Lingkong’s brows furrowed, as if recalling something. “If it weren’t for him back then…”
Wei Huan’s eyes widened. “Did you just say Song Chengkang?”
Could he be involved too?
Wei Huan anxiously waited for an answer—but neglected the danger behind him. Just as he was about to question further, a familiar wave of demon energy surged from behind. He didn’t even have time to turn around before instinctively dodging to the side. A wind blade appeared at his back, but was blocked by a timely defensive barrier from Yun Yongzhou.
“What a nuisance,” Wei Huan said.
Yun Yongzhou was about to release a light tether to bind Xie Tianfa again, but he was one step too late. A pale green barrier circle appeared behind Xie Tianfa, and a slender hand reached out from within, grabbing his shoulder. The instant contact was made, frost began to spread from the point of touch. In just ten seconds, Xie Tianfa was frozen solid from head to toe—a giant block of ice suspended in midair, completely immobilized.
“Such a dangerous person… let’s cool him down for a while.”
That familiar voice was still as gentle as always—but the tone was different now.
Su Buyu stepped around from behind the ice block, standing atop a platform of ice that had formed under his feet. Seeing this, Wei Huan couldn’t help but recall Shahua from before.
Qing He pointed the loaded gun at Su Buyu. “Let him go.”
“He won’t die. Don’t be so nervous.” Su Buyu smiled, extending his hand. From his palm grew long, ever-extending icicles, which stretched all the way to the barrel of Qing He’s gun, completely freezing it. Qing He was forced to let go, raising his head to look at Su Buyu.
From a distance, Wei Huan watched Su Buyu—watched the flawless smile on his face, and the uniform he wore that clearly didn’t belong to an ordinary cadet of the Shanhai Combat Forces. The deep gray, almost black uniform was clearly that of a different rank. At that moment, they saw countless differently colored barrier circles appear behind Su Buyu, but emerging from them were not ordinary team members, but a full force of Shanhai Combat troops, all in uniform gray.
The scene was truly shocking. The once seemingly inconspicuous Su Buyu, who had always played a minor role among them, was now leading the imposing Shanhai Combat Forces, appearing as a core combatant and a commanding figure.
They reported into their communicators, their voices overlapping as they plunged into the chaos of the square. Only Su Buyu stood calmly atop the icy platform, facing them with ease.
Wei Huan realized that Su Buyu’s open stance was likely deliberate—he had already guessed Wei Huan’s suspicions and didn’t bother hiding anymore.
A soldier from the defense force stepped forward and whispered something into Su Buyu’s ear. With his approval, they seemed to be preparing to take Xie Tianfa away.
“Buyu.” A golden light tether extended from Wei Huan’s hand, instantly wrapping around the frozen Xie Tianfa. “Don’t take him. He can still be saved.”
Su Buyu smiled, dimples forming at the corners of his lips. “In your eyes, is there anyone who can’t be saved?”
As he spoke, vertical willow-leaf-shaped demon marks appeared beneath his eyes—but unlike before, they were no longer pale green. Now they shimmered like translucent, unyielding ice.
Wei Huan didn’t reply. He only stared at him in silence.
He no longer recognized Su Buyu.
Yang Sheng flew over, staring in confusion at Su Buyu’s appearance. “Buyu… you are…”
“As of this morning, the Shanhai Combat Forces have officially become a military unit independent of the government, with ranks equivalent to the national military.” Su Buyu looked at him with a smile. “So, as you can see, I’m now a Special Forces Major of the Shanhai Combat Forces.”
Wei Huan’s feelings were mixed. He had never wanted to think this way—never wanted to place Su Buyu on the enemy side. But now, the truth was right in front of him.
He simply couldn’t understand.
“Why would you work for Baize? You clearly had other choices…”
His words were cut off by Su Buyu.
“You had other choices too, Wei Huan.”
Su Buyu looked at him with those demonized eyes, pupils like clear pillars of ice—cold, devoid of warmth. And yet the smile on his face hadn’t changed at all, no different from the gentle young man he once knew.
“Did you choose?”
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