Chapter 0681 Nemesis of Evil Demons

**Chapter 0681: Scourge of Evil Demons**

In this martial arts championship, Qin Yun had the lowest cultivation level, yet still drew considerable attention.

This was because he had previously killed an Immortal Disciple from the Mystic Pattern Hall—proof enough that he possessed real strength.

Even if he couldn’t defeat a Demon Disciple with a demonic body, he certainly wouldn’t be far behind.

After Qin Yun stepped onto the stage, Jian Nanhu stood below, watching intently.

He didn’t want to miss Qin Yun’s match—he wanted to see how strong Qin Yun had become.

After all, ever since Jian Nanhu lost to Qin Yun, he had trained diligently.

Now his strength had improved significantly, but he wasn’t sure whether Qin Yun had progressed as well.

As Qin Yun took his place on the stage, Leng Huan from the Bloodfiend Sect also stepped up.

Leng Huan was a Demon Disciple with a demonic body. His physique wasn’t particularly imposing—in fact, he was much smaller than Qin Yun.

Yet his demonic aura was extremely dense, his eyes glowing with a violet-red light, and his teeth sharp and jagged.

Moreover, his nails were long and razor-sharp, seemingly capable of tearing through flesh with ease.

"This guy is practically a vampire! I’ve heard that those who lose to him end up drained completely dry!"

"I wonder if Qin Yun can hold his own against him!"

"I’ve heard of Leng Huan from the Bloodfiend Sect too—his speed is terrifyingly fast."

"Qin Yun isn’t weak either. He’s defeated Jian Nanhu and an Immortal Disciple from the Mystic Pattern Hall before—he won’t go down so easily!"

"Not necessarily. Qin Yun is only at the Early Lingwu Realm, while Leng Huan is at the Late Lingwu Realm. That’s two stages apart!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, nearly half believing Qin Yun would lose to Leng Huan.

Leng Huan stared at Qin Yun, licking his lips with a long tongue, his grin gleaming with sinister delight. "So you’re Qin Yun? You really live up to your reputation. I can smell your blood—it’s absolutely intoxicating… Your blood’s power thrills me. I’ll relish every drop!"

"You monster, how many have you drained dry?"

Seeing Leng Huan’s twisted, grotesque form, Qin Yun felt his stomach churn with disgust. He itched to cut him down right then.

"I lost count. Easily thousands!" Leng Huan let out a raspy cackle. "But I guarantee yours will be the finest I’ve ever tasted!"

Qin Yun cracked his knuckles and smirked coldly. "My blood’s strong, but you think I’m that weak?"

"You’re only at the Early Lingwu Realm… I refuse to believe you can defeat me across two realms! Especially in a match like this, where you’ve got no tricks up your sleeve!"

Leng Huan grinned. "Your realm defines your power. A real prodigy would’ve ascended already!"

"You’re stuck because you lack the talent and effort to break through. Face it—you're weak!"

"Good. Keep underestimating me," Qin Yun said with a faint smile.

Leng Huan turned to the middle-aged referee. "We’re set. Start the fight!"

He was practically salivating for Qin Yun’s blood, his hunger obvious.

Qin Yun gave the referee a curt nod.

"Begin!" shouted the middle-aged referee.

At this moment, many people in the square quickly turned their attention over.

Long Qiaofeng, Yue Bufeng, Jian Ruyan, and others all gathered around the fifteenth dueling platform.

Xiao Yuelan did not come over because she was well aware of Qin Yun's strength. She even believed that if she didn't face Qin Yun in the earlier matches, the odds were they'd face off in the final showdown.

Bao Changshou and Jian Shitian were also watching from nearby, eager to assess Qin Yun's true capabilities.

Leng Huan was indeed fast—his wiry build made him lightning-quick. He dashed forward, becoming a blur, closing the distance to Qin Yun in an instant.

His sharp claws aimed straight for Qin Yun's heart and abdomen.

Leng Huan's usual tactic was to charge in, gouge out his opponent's heart and gut, then sink his teeth into their neck to swiftly drain their blood.

His attack was smooth, vicious, and relentless.

Only those with keen eyesight could track his movements. Just as his claws were about to pierce Qin Yun's clothes, Qin Yun suddenly vanished without a trace.

What the—?

Leng Huan lunged at empty air, momentarily stunned.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a surge of crackling thunderflame energy erupted, thickly filling the dueling platform.

The crowd murmured in shock at the strange spectacle.

Where did Qin Yun go?

Leng Huan stood still, whipping his head around, searching wildly.

The dueling platform was enclosed by a barrier—no one could just slip out.

"Where's Qin Yun? Did he vanish?"

"That would require an Invisibility Martial Soul!"

"I heard one of the Immortal Disciples from the Strange Sigil Hall has such a soul!"

"That's not it," someone countered. "Look—you can see Leng Huan releasing some dark mist. If Qin Yun were on the platform, even invisible, the mist would reveal him!"

These observers were Martial Lords and Martial Kings at the Xuanwu Realm. Even these veteran warriors couldn't figure out what method Qin Yun had used.

"Qin Yun, get out here!" Leng Huan roared, spewing tendrils of inky vapor that enveloped the platform.

Jian Nanhu whispered urgently to Jian Ruyan, "Sis Yan, you know Qin Yun better than anyone—what technique is this?"

"Beats me!" Jian Ruyan shook her head quickly.

Only Xiao Yuelan knew what method Qin Yun had used—she was familiar with it herself. Her lips curled in a knowing smirk, anticipating Qin Yun's imminent strike.

Leng Huan snapped at the middle-aged referee, "Qin Yun has disappeared—call this match for me!"

"Qin Yun hasn't left the platform. As long as he's still here, he hasn't lost—"

The referee's words were cut short as something began emerging from the ground.

Upon closer inspection, they were black roots and vines that suddenly erupted, wrapping around Leng Huan’s lower body.

Qin Yun appeared! Right behind Leng Huan!

The moment he emerged, he pressed two fingers together and thrust them fiercely toward the back of Leng Huan’s head.

KABOOM!

A thunderous boom shook the massive plaza!

Qin Yun had executed the EarthPiercing Shatterstrike Finger, a technique of the HeavenPiercing Finger, striking Leng Huan’s skull and shattering it.

The black mist on the arena was dispersed by the shockwave from the explosive force of the finger strike.

Leng Huan’s decapitated body hit the ground, oozing thick black blood as vile energy spewed from his neck.

The plaza echoed with the lingering thunderous roar, and the crowd stared in terror at Leng Huan’s corpse.

A Demon Disciple—with an infernal constitution no less—yet his head had been obliterated in an instant.

"Brutally direct!" Jian Nanhu frowned deeply, his tone grave. "I underestimated him before!"

With Leng Huan dead, the members of the Bloodthirst Sect burned with fury, but seeing Jian Shitian and Bao Changshou present, they dared not act against Qin Yun.

The Arcane Glyph Temple and Totem Pavilion elders also wore grim faces. They’d sized up Qin Yun’s power well enough—if their disciples faced him, they would likely be killed.

Qin Yun had won. He slowly descended from the arena.

His sudden disappearance earlier was due to the Piercing Mystic Art, which allowed him to hide beneath the stage. Once Leng Huan was distracted, he used totem martial arts to summon grasping roots to restrain him before emerging to deliver the killing blow with the HeavenPiercing Finger.

"Qin Yun, you really are full of tricks! But don’t celebrate yet—I *will* defeat you!" Jian Nanhu smirked arrogantly. "Before my absolute strength, none of your tricks will work!"

Qin Yun chuckled, then turned his gaze to Arena No. 10. Xiao Yuelan was in the tenth group, and it was now her turn to step onto the stage.

Yue Bufeng, Long Qiaofeng, and Jian Ruyan all knew she was Qin Yun’s wife and that she had slain an Immortal Disciple before—her strength was formidable. They had kept this knowledge to themselves.

Xiao Yuelan’s opponent was a sinister disciple, his upper body plastered with totems—even his face and fingers were etched with dense totemic markings.

At a glance, it was clear he was a disciple of the Totem Pavilion.

"A disciple of Demonmoon Island, huh? Though half her face is covered, you can tell she’s a rare beauty."

"Her eyes gleamed—cold but hypnotic!"

"A delicate beauty against Hei Teng of the Totem Pavilion. That guy’s entire body is covered in their terrifying totems—gut-churning."

"Did Demonmoon Island only send one disciple? Not sure how strong she is, but her figure is truly captivating!"

The crowd seemed quite intrigued by Demonmoon Island’s representative.

Xiao Yuelan, clad in skin-tight black garb, stepped onto the arena with frostily calm eyes.

Her composed demeanor made the crowd’s blood run cold.

After all, Hei Teng of the Totem Pavilion was a fearsome sight—his muscular body ropey with pulsing veins, his flesh etched with sinister totems.

Even seasoned male disciples quaked before him.

"Qin Yun, can she win?" Jian Ruyan asked, worried.

"Ten of you combined still couldn't take her!" Qin Yun chuckled.

"You're seriously lowballing me!" Jian Ruyan snorted lightly.

She’d met Xiao Yuelan before and knew she was beautiful, had a great figure, and was really close with Qin Yun.

Now that Qin Yun was talking up his wife’s skills, Jian Ruyan didn’t say much—though she felt a bit displeased.

Jian Shitian approached the group from Demonmoon Island and whispered, "Old Mother Yunyao, Xiao Yuelan's opponent isn't weak. Thinking of backing out?"

Demonmoon Island’s elder was a stern-looking elderly woman dressed in white robes with a black cloak, holding a worn wooden staff. She was towering even over the hulking Jian Shitian.

"No need! Jian Shitian, since this is your territory, you should be able to keep the Totem Pavilion folks under control, right?" Old Mother Yunyao replied.

"Are you saying... that girl can kill Hei Teng?"

Jian Shitian quickly turned his gaze to Xiao Yuelan on the arena, frowning deeply. He had scrutinized her earlier but found nothing particularly remarkable.

"Killing four of your Sword Immortal Pavilion's Immortal Disciples wouldn't be a problem for her, but she’ll go easy on your disciples!" Old Mother Yunyao smiled faintly.