Celestial Refining Divine Scripture Chapter 72
As soon as the shout fell, everyone’s expression changed slightly.
Among them, the looks on those under Helan Ying’s command changed most complexly.
This was a reality many of the Barbarian Race could not accept, yet had no choice but to face!
Even if they wanted to keep on fighting.
But Daqian’s strength was far greater than that of the Barbarians!
To annihilate the Barbarian Race might require a price, yet annihilation was inevitable.
Xu Yang’s words were not without reason!
"The son King Beixuan hates most is the one with the boldest courage."
Helan Ying gave a playful smile, then said coldly, "For me as a general, there is but one creed: Even if we perish in battle, I will never cling to life like a trapped animal!"
"If I have to live like a dog, even in death I’ll have no regret!"
Every word was sharp as a blade, ringing loud and clear!
His elite subordinates’ blood boiled, faces flushing red.
"The Barbarian Race knows no fear, we die with no regrets!"
"General, kill him!"
"Kill!"
Roars shook the mountaintop, echoing without end.
Wuo Tong collapsed to the ground, limp.
Xu Yang’s heart quivered; Helan Ying’s authority was truly astonishing.
"Boy, blame Zheng Xuan if you must!"
"It’s your own fault for being born of the Zheng Clan!"
Helan Ying’s grin turned feral, a majestic killing intent flooding the mountains in an instant.
In a flash.
The world grew eerily still!
Soundless, without ripple or wave!
It was as if an immense, limitless seal had descended upon all things.
Xu Yang didn’t even clearly see it before, in a daze, he realized Helan Ying had vanished from his sight without a sound or trace.
No!
I must not die!
In that moment, an endless urge to survive welled up from his soul!
I absolutely cannot die!
Xu Yang’s eyes bulged, bones ringing like thunder, as he frantically retreated backward.
Yet at that exact moment.
A slash of chilling golden saber-light swept straight for him.
That strike split the world, shattered heaven and earth, its chill piercing mountain and sea, eclipsing even sun and moon!
Xu Yang’s pupils shrank; all fell silent, senses dimmed, every hair on his body bristling and then shattering.
Splurt!
A streak of black, faster than lightning, pierced the heavens and arrived from afar in an instant.
Boom!
An explosion reverberated across the land, setting off vast waves that rolled out without end.
It was a black arrow, as fierce as thunder and lightning.
In the blink of an eye after its appearance, it reached Xu Yang’s side.
Xu Yang’s body trembled, consciousness jolted clear from darkness, as the storm raised by the arrow fiercely flung him away.
"Who goes there?"
Helan Ying’s face darkened, saber-light twisting violently.
Bam!
Mountains shook, angry waves surged, like a beast’s roar, soul-shocking and terrifying.
Splurt!
Xu Yang had just steadied himself when he coughed up blood. Casting a glance aside, he saw the black arrow slashed apart by Helan Ying’s saber, vanishing into nothing!
Who could it be?
Could it be...
Xu Yang’s spirit surged, heedless of the shock and injury, he hurled himself back at full speed.
At the same moment, a figure dashed toward them.
Zhao Mushen!
He had finally arrived.
The speed of a Myriad Phenomena Realm expert was indeed not to be underestimated.
Xu Yang sighed a breath of relief, knowing well he was not truly out of danger yet.
Could Zhao Mushen face off against Helan Ying?
"Zhao Mushen?"
Helan Ying’s eyes flickered in surprise upon seeing Zhao Mushen, then he revealed a row of bloodless teeth in a sinister grin. "So, you’re going to save him?"
He didn’t know Zhao Mushen’s true identity, but for a man of Daqian who’d thrown his lot with the Barbarian Race for nearly two decades, working tirelessly to reach his current position—he wanted to save someone Helan Ying wished dead?
When Zhao Mushen saw Helan Ying, his facial muscles went stiff, and he glared fiercely at Xu Yang.
This damn bastard!
Why did you get mixed up with Helan Ying?
But now, there was no other choice.
"With General Helan’s status, why target a junior?" Zhao Mushen took a deep breath, speaking firmly.
Helan Ying bared his teeth in a grin: "He is King Beixuan’s son!"
Zhao Mushen understood in an instant.
But in the next moment, he erupted like thunder.
"Go!"
His shout rolled like thunder, laced with suffocating spiritual impact.
At the summit’s edge, Helan Ying’s men suffered as if struck by lightning, blood streaming from their orifices as they clutched their heads in agony.
The strongest among them were no more than Yin Realm cultivators.
Facing a Myriad Phenomena Realm expert’s mental attack—even not at full force—they couldn’t regain combat power in a short time.
Xu Yang didn’t hesitate, spinning around to flee.
Pushing past the weaving, convulsing crowd at the edge, his eyes blazing with killing intent.
Swish!
The Demon Dragon Saber in hand, his strike swept out like a dragon or serpent devouring its prey.
Boom!
Splurt!
Blood sprayed, shrill screams were abruptly cut off!
Four Martial Artists, caught in chaotic confusion, lost their heads before they knew it, their bodies tumbling down the mountainside.
Xu Yang dashed madly down the mountain.
Wuo Tong and Wuo Hong at the summit came to their senses as well, not stopping to wonder why Xu Yang was connected to Guo Wen Division’s Zhao Mushen, just scrambling after him downhill.
The most urgent thing was to get out of here.
"Young master, did you notify the leader?" Wuo Hong grabbed Wuo Tong and asked anxiously.
"I’ve already crushed the Communication Spirit Jade father gave me," Wuo Tong replied.
Wuo Hong’s heart eased slightly—Wuo Longyue was also Myriad Phenomena Realm; such an expert would not take long to arrive.
He glanced back, and his face changed dramatically.
Boom!
A side of the mountain summit was smashed apart, and a figure tumbled down in disgrace!
"Zhao Mushen, you are no match for me!"
"To dare act against me, I’ll kill you today—Guo Wen Division will have nothing to say!"
Zhao Mushen was no match for Helan Ying, forced back with a single move.
Zhao Mushen clambered up, cursing under his breath, then turned to flee.
This was already the best he could do.
Helan Ying, after all, was Late Stage of Myriad Manifestation Realm.
"Boy, good luck to you."
Zhao Mushen didn’t think Xu Yang could escape.
But he was helpless.
Seeing this, Helan Ying sneered in disdain, did not pursue, but strode into the air, one step covering a thousand yards, appearing above a dense sea of forest.
He looked down from high above the wild mountains, suddenly striking his palm.
In the midst of his frantic dash, Xu Yang felt a chill all over, as if sinking into mire. Instinctively he looked up and his eyes nearly burst from their sockets.
A giant palm covered the sky, annihilating all!
Within thousands of yards, mountains trembled and split beneath the palm, gaping chasms swallowing peaks and ancient trees alike.
The breath of death filled every corner of the air.
"It’s over!"
Wuo Tong stared hopelessly at the sky.
Suddenly, a look of wild joy appeared on Wuo Hong’s face.
"The leader! The leader is here!"
He pointed to the distant sky, whole body trembling with excitement.
A black dot tore open the firmament, surging with a tidal wave of power, racing toward them at terrifying speed!
"Helan Ying, how dare you!"
Wuo Longyue’s roaring shout nearly split the skies, a thousand miles of clouds shattered as if struck by thunder.
Helan Ying frowned, but his palm strike showed no hesitation.
Rumble!!
Heaven and earth quaked and split.
The vast mountain range was left with a giant pit by the single palm.
Zhao Mushen, not yet far off, saw this scene and his heart fluttered—he could only sigh bitterly.
He’s dead!
All hope died with him!
"It’s over."
Helan Ying turned to the belated Wuo Longyue, beaming: "Wuo Longyue, you’re too late!"
Wuo Longyue’s face was iron-dark, seething with rage.
"Over?"
He sneered coldly: "You overrate yourself."
"What?"
Helan Ying started, his pupils shrinking, and unconsciously looked down.
At this moment.
In the vast depression—
At some unknown point, a towering figure clad in blood-red armor stood tall.
Behind him was a Barbarian woman of graceful, slender form.
Xu Yang stared dumbfounded at the woman and the Blood Armor Barbarian.
The fatal palm strike had been forcibly blocked by this blood-armored figure, completely unharmed!
Truly unbelievable.
And this woman—she could be called the most beautiful Barbarian he’d ever seen.
Moreover, there was an indescribable aura of nobility about her!
She was like a noble spirit amidst these vast mountains.
"Husband, I hope I’m not too late."
Tuoba Hongyu looked toward Xu Yang, a radiant smile blooming on her face.