Volume 1, Chapter 190: A Demon God's Clone Is No Big Deal

Each time the blood-red rays swept through the golden sun, the sword light dimmed slightly. In an instant, hundreds of these blood-red rays were annihilated by Lin Yu's single slash. However, before the golden sun could land on Lord Youyue, both it and the blood-red rays dissipated simultaneously. 

In their first clash, Lin Yu and Lord Youyue were evenly matched, seemingly unable to overcome each other. 

"Void Transformation Realm Level 2! This kid is actually a Level 2! What's his background?" 

"How can there be such a young Level 2 warrior? Is he a senior who mastered youth-preserving arts?" 

"No wonder he's so confident. But this fiend is Level 3—he can't win this battle!" 

The remaining Void Transformation Realm warriors were stunned. None had expected Lin Yu to be a Level 2; the Saint Emperor Sword Body had hidden his aura. 

"This benefactor can fight the fiend. Brothers, we must help him—buy him a chance to slay the fiend!" Wuxin shouted, forcing himself up despite blood trickling from his mouth. He and the other monks approached Lord Youyue, intending to use the Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle again. 

"Annoying flies." Lord Youyue's eyes chilled. He stomped, triggering an earthquake. Four blood-red rays burst from the ground, hurling the monks into the cliff. Wounded severely as Level 1 warriors, they couldn't aid Lin Yu further. 

Others silently庆幸 (were relieved) they hadn't attacked rashly. Lord Youyue's power was terrifying—crushing Level 1s was effortless. 

"Good. No wonder you killed my followers. This is more interesting... and tastier." Lord Youyue chuckled, regarding Lin Yu's strength as mere ant-like resistance. 

"A demon god's clone... it seems underwhelming." Lin Yu shook his head, releasing the Wind Control Sword. Dazzling cyan light blazed from the blade, nearly blinding everyone. After refining Sword Heart Grass, his comprehension of Wind Sword Intent neared the Dao, making this slash far mightier than the Thunder Flame Annihilation Slash. 

The sword whistled like a rainbow toward Lord Youyue. 

"Eh!" Lord Youyue's face changed at the cyan light, his expression turning grave. He grabbed the air, condensing black demonic qi and blood-red rays into a blood-colored long blade wreathed in demonflames, then slashed at the incoming sword. 

Demonflames and blood-red rays merged into surging waves, but the Wind Control Sword's cyan edge, inscribed with profound Dao patterns, surpassed Level 3 power. 

Bang! 

The waves of blood and flame collapsed instantly, forcing Void Transformation Realm warriors to retreat. The cyan edge pierced through, its sharp intent splitting the sky and stirring snow as if to cleave the mountain. 

Panic flashed in Lord Youyue's eyes. He slashed blood-red barriers, but the cyan edge shattered them, embedding his torso in the mountain rock. The sword returned to Lin Yu, circling him. 

"That's not just Sword Intent! Did you see the Dao patterns on his flying sword?" 

"The Dao of Wind Swords—this is its embryonic form! Even incomplete, no Level 3 can withstand it. No wonder he's confident!" 

"Terrifying! So young, yet grasping the Dao of Wind Swords—isn't that for Numinous Spirit Realm prodigies?" 

The summit's Void Transformation Realm warriors were awestruck, eyeing Lin Yu with envy. 

"Hehe." Lord Youyue's low laugh sounded from the pit. He staggered out, clothes torn, a wound from shoulder to丹田 (dantian) nearly splitting him in two, crushing ribs and organs. Yet he lived! 

No one in the Canglan Region had seen a demon god in ages—none knew their vitality was so horrific. 

"Kid, you almost killed me... almost!" Lord Youyue grinned maniacally, blood-red lights sewing his wound like threads, sprouting肉芽 (flesh buds) that replaced organs and reshaped his body—though turning him into a monster. "You forced me to use all absorbed blood to heal this borrowed body. You die today! I'll devour you whole, or I'm not Lord Youyue!" 

His demonflames raged, more terrifying than before. Lin Yu shook his head—he'd faced mortal projections of demon gods and demon ancestors, knowing their tenacity. From the start, he hadn't relied on Wind Sword Intent alone. 

Stowing the Wind Control Sword, he pointed at Lord Youyue, his body glowing with brilliant golden Buddhist light.