Transformation into a Demon

In a moonlit clearing, a young boy, completely naked, stood in a tense, near-battle stance. His eyes, deep and unwavering, remained calm as they observed everything before him, while his hand gripped the red longsword tightly, never loosening its hold.

Everyone's attention was focused on Gao Feng, the tall boy holding the sword like an emotionless executioner, his blade gleaming with a deadly light as he prepared to thrust it into Li Zhi's chest.

Behind Li Zhi, his loyal companions, who had stood by him through thick and thin, were now tearfully pleading for their leader's life. Despite their sorrowful cries, the tears of those who had lived and fought beside Li Zhi could not move the heart of the cold executioner, Gao Feng.

The scar-faced boy, who seemed to have seen scenes like this many times before, paid no heed to his junior's actions. On the other hand, Meng'er, a captivating young girl who made men's hearts race, had repeatedly begged her brother not to kill Li Zhi, demonstrating her pure and kind nature.

But Gao Feng remained unmoved, twisting his thick neck, his hands tightening around the longsword as he stared down at the helpless Li Zhi, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Ignoring the pain-filled shouts of Li Zhi's companions and his sister's repeated pleas, Gao Feng's sword cut through the air, aimed directly at Li Zhi. Just before the blade could pierce Li Zhi's body, Gao Feng already envisioned the scene of Li Zhi's death at his hands.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's focus was on Li Zhi, who was about to be executed for his words, Ye Qiang silently moved behind Gao Feng. When the sword was barely an inch from Li Zhi's brow, Ye Qiang quickly closed the distance, positioning himself behind Gao Feng.

At that moment, Gao Feng's attention was fully absorbed in the sight of Li Zhi before him.

As Li Zhi closed his eyes, bracing for the final strike from this demonic executioner, time seemed to freeze.

The crowd watched helplessly as Gao Feng's sword hurtled towards Li Zhi. But then, a miracle occurred.

In the blink of an eye, a shadow blurred past, followed by a mighty red longsword that cut through the air with a fierce energy, moving so quickly that before anyone could react, it had pierced through Gao Feng's tall body. The sword went straight through him, pointing directly at Li Zhi.

Before Ye Qiang could even retrieve the sword from Gao Feng's body, he felt a sharp, searing pain in his back.

Ye Qiang had long anticipated that he would not be able to kill Gao Feng so easily and walk away unscathed.

As the scar-faced boy swung his sword with all his might, aiming for Ye Qiang's vital spot, Ye Qiang swiftly executed a perfect sidestep, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike.

However, he didn't escape unscathed.

The sword still managed to cut a deep gash across his back, and within moments, blood began to pour out, soaking his entire back. The sight was chilling and made everyone tremble with fear.

From the moment Ye Qiang appeared, the scar-faced boy had remained highly vigilant. In the brief moment when he lost sight of Ye Qiang, the latter seized the opportunity to launch a successful ambush, killing one of his closest companions, Gao Feng. This loss triggered a surge of grief-fueled killing intent within him.

The rage that boiled within him now demanded Ye Qiang's life as retribution for his fallen brother.

The scar-faced boy glared at Ye Qiang, who had managed to evade his sword and retrieved the weapon from his deceased brother's body. Ye Qiang stood at a distance of less than ten steps from him. After casting a glance at Gao Feng's lifeless body, the scar-faced boy's heart sank. He shot Ye Qiang a look filled with hatred before moving toward Gao Feng's side.

At that moment, Gao Feng, drenched in blood and on the verge of death, whispered weakly, "Senior brother... avenge me..." The young girl Meng'er, visibly devastated, stood by his side, her tears flowing uncontrollably.

Overcome with a mix of grief and rage, her fragile yet alluring body began to slide downward, eventually causing her to faint beside Gao Feng's body.

Standing up from Gao Feng's lifeless form, the scar-faced boy's eyes, once normal, were now bloodshot and glowing with an eerie red hue under the moonlight.

Ye Qiang's heart sank as he muttered inwardly, This isn't good…

The disciple from the Wuji Sword Sect had likely been consumed by his anger, losing all sense of reason. He was now at risk of being corrupted by the dark energy in the Black Mountain, allowing his inner demons to overtake him and transform him into a bloodthirsty monster.

As Ye Qiang's thoughts raced, he noticed that the scar-faced boy was surrounded by swirling black energy. The dark mist spiraled around him for several moments before it was absorbed into his body like a ghost.

A chilling breeze swept across the area, carrying with it the visible black fog that enveloped the scar-faced boy. His hair, once dark green, began to turn white, and from the top of his head, sharp, curved horns sprouted. His body began to grow larger, more muscular, and scales covered his skin, transforming him into a terrifying, demon-like figure.

It seemed that the Wuji Sword Sect disciple had fully lost himself to his fury and had become a bloodthirsty demon.

A sense of dread and tension filled the air, suffocating everyone present.

Ye Qiang, realizing the imminent danger, quickly gripped his red longsword with both hands.

He took out a four-leaf clover from the space ring given to him by an elder, swallowing it. Instantly, his energy was restored, and his body regained its full strength.

With no time to waste, Ye Qiang took a few swift steps, breaking the tense silence in the air.

With a loud roar, Ye Qiang poured all his strength into the attack, his body becoming a blur as he slashed at the demonized scar-faced boy with all his might.

The demonized boy, seemingly unaware of the incoming strike, did not attempt to dodge. Instead, he stood his ground, accepting Ye Qiang's full-powered strike head-on.

Li Zhi and the others, seeing the monstrous transformation of the scar-faced boy, were filled with a deep sense of fear. This creature was a legendary demon, and they could sense that they were likely to meet their end here.

Although they had narrowly escaped death at Gao Feng's hands, this demon was on a level that could rival a stage-one Silver-tier fighter from birth.

Even if they all combined their strength, they wouldn't be able to inflict any harm.

When Ye Qiang's powerful strike failed to break the demon's scales, the group's only thought was to flee for their lives.