Chapter 966: Chapter 966

Yun Yubai’s voice was calm but carried a weight of finality as he spoke, "I can give you one more chance. You go and personally cut off your master’s head. Not just you, but the remaining disciples will be spared from this calamity."

Wang Lun froze for a moment, then broke into a furious outburst. "Yun Yubai! Are you even human?! How could you betray us ?! Master has always cared for you, and we’ve respected you all this time. And now you want to torture us ?!"

Yun Yubai didn’t get angry, simply replying, "It seems you won’t do it."

Wang Lun’s sword was already stained with his master’s blood. To personally end his master’s life was an unimaginable torment. Even though he understood the weight of the task ahead of him, doing it would forever haunt him—it would break his path to cultivation. His Dao heart would shatter.

Wang Lun’s lips quivered as he struggled internally. In the end, he drew his sword.

Shang Jue and Yun Yubai watched the scene unfold, both curious to see how Wang Lun would choose to act.

But suddenly, Wang Lun spun around, his sword aimed directly at Yun Yubai’s heart!

Yet, just an inch from its target, his sword was halted by a wave of demonic energy emanating from Yun Yubai. It froze midair, unable to advance a single step.

Not only that, Wang Lun’s hand trembled violently, unable to move.

The demonic energy gnawed at his internal organs, leaving him teetering on the brink of collapse!

The other disciples, seeing this, acted without hesitation and rushed forward, drawing their swords to confront Yun Yubai.

"Foolish," Yun Yubai muttered under his breath.

With a flick of his wrist, the demonic energy surged, pushing Wang Lun away, sending him crashing to the ground. Without missing a beat, Yun Yubai drew his sword and launched a devastating strike, the blade cutting through the air in a brilliant arc.

The power was overwhelming, and the disciples who were mostly in the Base Building or Golden Core stage stood no chance. The sword qi was so fierce that they couldn’t even put up a defense, let alone mount a counterattack.

The sound of the wind cutting through the air echoed, and the disciples could feel death rapidly approaching.

But just as the sword’s light was about to strike, a strange power blocked it mid-flight, and the air itself seemed to tremble.

The sword collided with an invisible barrier, emitting a resounding crash that shook the entire Center Peak.

The shockwave from the clash spread out, but before it could reach the disciples, a figure appeared, erecting a shield to absorb the impact. The disciples were spared.

Looking up, they saw a dark figure, elegant and poised, standing like a deity who had descended to save them.

Before Seven Peaks Sect’s disciples could recognize the newcomer, Shang Jue’s expression changed dramatically. She immediately shouted, "Get back! Move!"

The figure, wearing dark robes, stood with an aura of power. It was none other than Siheng.

Without a trace of emotion on his face, Siheng raised his hand, summoning a whip of spiritual energy that lashed toward both Yun Yubai and Shang Jue.

Since their last encounter, Siheng’s strength had grown substantially, and he now wielded the Divine Mark, a mark that amplified his already formidable power.

Shang Jue’s heart filled with shock. She knew Siheng’s background well, and in that moment, she understood just how much the Deity Clan had altered his destiny. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of dread at the thought.

Caught off guard by the whip, Shang Jue barely managed to react. She was thrown to the ground, but her agile reflexes allowed her to quickly recover, springing back to her feet with grace and poise.

Unfortunately, the man beside her wasn’t so fortunate. He failed to dodge in time, and the whip tore through his body, turning his flesh to pulp. He collapsed to the ground, trembling in agony.

Siheng’s gaze shifted toward him, his voice cold and detached, "Who are you?"

The man, bloodied and shaking, gasped, "Daoist, it’s Yun Yubai! He’s the mixed-blood of Celestial and Demon lineage! He’s the traitor of Seven Peaks Sect! Please, help us eliminate him!"

Just as the situation seemed at its most desperate, a sharp whistle pierced the air, followed by the arrival of a flying sword, its trajectory aimed directly at the Center Peak.

The sword descended from above, and a voice called out from the sky. "Sister, I’ve retrieved the sword!"

Crimson Glow Peak Master cursed from below, "Why didn’t you announce yourself sooner?!"

The newcomer quickly flew to support Crimson Glow Peak Master, helping her stabilize herself. Her face was pale, and she looked somewhat unsteady, as though the impact had shaken her body more than expected.

"Next time, try to announce your arrival earlier," Yun Yubai teased, though there was a hint of concern in his tone as he held her steady.

Crimson Glow Peak Master, too, was struggling to keep herself upright. She sat down on the ground and waved dismissively. "I’ll just rest here for a bit."

Yun Yubai raised an eyebrow. "You should really practice your sword control skills more."

Despite his slowing down, Crimson Glow Peak Master still struggled to remain balanced.

Once again, Seven Peaks Sect’s disciples were left stunned.

Another "Little Uncle?" How many of these figures would appear?

They exchanged bewildered glances, and it didn’t take long for them to notice the stark differences between the two Yun Yubais. The second one, with the same totem and red eyes, was nearly identical in appearance to Yun Yubai, but the difference in aura was unmistakable. This one exuded an air of lightness, freedom, and confidence—his sword techniques were fluid, elegant, and swift.

Wang Lun, seeing the newcomer, shouted in joy, "You are the real Little Uncle!"

Yun Yubai smirked, "Of course it’s me. How could you all be so blind to mistake me for someone else?"

The disciples, slowly realizing their mistake, muttered:

"I knew it! The real Little Uncle would never do something like that!"

"Little Uncle, you’re just in time!"

With the two Peak Masters back and joined by a powerful ally, the disciples felt hope surge within them again.

Yun Yubai, however, ignored their praises. He turned to look at the bloody figure of his "double," the fake Yun Yubai who had been causing all this chaos.

A cold smile curled his lips as he spoke, "You really are despicable. Using my likeness to slaughter my own sect members."

The imposter grinned, revealing no remorse. "An eye for an eye."

The fake Yun Yubai seemed unfazed by the gazes of the onlookers. His attention shifted upward, as though searching for someone. His voice rang out with a sneer, "Where is Nanli?! Why hasn’t she shown up?! Is she afraid?!"

Siheng’s expression turned to ice. With a swift motion, he lashed his spiritual whip again, drawing blood from the imposter. "You dare speak her name?"

The whip shattered the illusion around the imposter, and his true identity slowly emerged.

"Yan Hu?!" The crowd gasped in recognition.

It was none other than Yan Hu, the second son of Penglai Island!

But why did Yan Hu bear the Asura totem and possess red eyes like a Demon Clan member?

Crimson Glow Peak Master’s face was filled with sorrow. "Yan Hu, what have you done? Did you fall to the demonic path?"

Yun Yubai added, "Demon cultivators don’t operate ."

Siheng scrutinized Yan Hu’s right arm, which bore signs of the Demon Bone. "Shanxun was able to shed his Demon Bone and return to a normal life, but you... you’ve taken on the Asura Clan’s Demon Bone, haven’t you? You’ve become a true Demon Clan Asura."

Yan Hu sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You do have some understanding."

Crimson Glow Peak Master’s voice trembled as she spoke, "Yan Hu, you’ve fallen so low, choosing this path of no return."

Yan Hu’s chest heaved with emotion, and his voice cracked as he shouted, "Enough! My parents were killed by the Chu family, and you all turned a blind eye! None of you were there for me!"

Yun Yubai’s eyes narrowed. "But it was your father who allied with Qingwu and betrayed Nanli. This is nothing but blood debt paid in kind. You know the truth, don’t you?"

Yan Hu stood, bloodied but defiant. With a twisted grin, he turned toward Yun Yubai and bowed slightly. "All of this... is for Young Master."

The words hung in the air like a shadow.

"Young Master, one day they will become your enemies. I’m just clearing the way for you."