Celestial Refining Divine Scripture Chapter 81
Boom!
Suddenly, a muffled explosion echoed across the deathly silent and desolate land.
Immediately after, a violent surge swept across dozens of feet of empty space.
Xu Yang opened his eyes from meditation, and with a heavy exhale, the astonishing waves rolling off him gradually receded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
True Void Realm Perfection!
Though the breakthrough came naturally, all the Purest Essence Qi accumulated in the cauldron these past few days was utterly depleted.
Only Helan Ying’s severed arm remained, still requiring time to be fully refined.
"Endless combat truly quickens breakthroughs—and I don’t even need to worry about an unstable foundation!"
Xu Yang’s face spread into a smile. If luck stood on his side, perhaps within a month he could break into the Yin Realm!
Roar!
A demonic shadow suddenly charged from the distance.
"A demonic disciple?"
Xu Yang shot a sidelong glance, murderous aura overflowing from his body: "Didn’t expect a disciple would seek me out just as I broke through."
"Wait..." His brows furrowed as he fixed his gaze on the incoming disciple. Sensing the startlingly terrifying demonic intent pouring off of it, his expression changed dramatically.
"Yin Realm Perfection!"
"Earth Tier, Grade C Demonic Disciple!"
Xu Yang’s pupils constricted.
On the disciple’s chest, upon the ruined rags, a huge, ferocious ’C’ character was branded into the flesh, black as ink, as if viscous darkness wriggled within.
"One of the Earth Tier’s Four Great Demonic Disciples!"
Xu Yang drew a deep breath, his face steeling in resolve, showing not the slightest arrogance for his recent breakthrough.
But at the same time, a fierce fighting intent burned in his eyes!
Roar!
The Grade C Demonic Disciple roared savagely, darting at Xu Yang with blinding speed.
It actually wielded a mottled saber in its hand.
Boom!
With one strike, the saber split the air—demonic might overwhelming the world.
Its force was dozens of times greater than those Late Stage of Yin Realm demonic disciples.
"Dragon and Snake Saber!"
Xu Yang erupted in a single bound, his blade flashing like a dragon.
Bam!
Sparks burst everywhere. Xu Yang’s body shuddered, astonishment flickering in his eyes as he staggered backward several steps.
"Such tremendous strength."
Even with his freshly achieved peak power, he felt a mounting pressure.
"Die!"
The Grade C disciple stomped the ground to pieces, springing into the air.
Swish, swish!!
Endless arcs of saber light surged like a flood of demonic haze, covering the sky as they fell.
The answer came as a thunderous bellow: "Kill!"
Xu Yang spun upward, his thought igniting the Dragon Soul; his demon blade brimmed with peerless might, dragon shadow blending with the saber as one, the slash transforming into a demon dragon soaring skyward.
Roar!
This strike—unprecedentedly savage and fierce!
At the very moment of collision, Xu Yang’s spiritual power condensed in an instant.
"Lock God Seal!"
An imprint crashed through the void, slamming into the unguarded disciple.
But the disciple merely twitched—otherwise unaffected.
Its consciousness had already collapsed into chaos; the threat from the Lock God Seal was almost negligible!
Unperturbed, Xu Yang had foreseen this.
Rumble!
The disciple howled wildly as it retreated, its saber shattering to pieces in its grip.
Demonic intent was mercilessly suppressed by his overwhelming might!
This time, Xu Yang had claimed the upper hand at last.
He shifted instantly, stepping into midair!
Locking onto the disciple, Xu Yang raised the Demon Dragon Saber, the Dragon Soul surging, savage might erupting like a tidal wave.
"World-Ending Saber!"
No saber intent infused the blow, yet it was by far his strongest strike so far—brimming with destruction!
Roar!
The disciple threw back its head, howling to the heavens, demonic qi flooding uncontrollably, its body suddenly swelling in size.
Clothes burst apart, exposing mottled, dark brown, battle-scarred flesh.
Violent expansion tore the skin and snapped bone.
In a blink, the disciple had doubled in size.
Xu Yang’s eyes widened round: "Demonic disciples can berserk?"
And now—the saber had already fallen!
Shhhk!
The disciple’s arms, like tentacles, caught the saber with terrifying precision.
Bam!
Fire-snakes shot everywhere as the horrifying force ripped flesh from the disciple’s arms, splintering its bones.
Yet it actually managed to hold it off.
A tremendous rebound crashed back, Xu Yang’s hands going numb, his arms trembling violently!
His face darkened, about to counterattack—when, suddenly, his spirit quivered!
The disciple yawned open its maw, and in those deathly vacant eyes, a heart-palpitating black flame ignited.
Black fire, devouring demonic qi, erupted from its eyes, blanketing the sky and earth.
Everything happened in a heartbeat—before Xu Yang could even react, there was no room left to retreat, nowhere to evade!
"Spiritual Demon Fire?"
Xu Yang’s eyes flickered, before he let out a sudden, cold laugh.
This is exactly what you’ve delivered to my doorstep.
He abruptly closed his eyes, marshaling his spiritual power.
Buzz!
In the instant the demon fire struck, Xu Yang’s face twisted with agony.
The scorching, searing pain swept in immediately.
Even his full strength of spiritual power couldn’t withstand it!
Gritting his teeth, Xu Yang bore the pain, unhurriedly, retracting all his spiritual power like lightning.
The disciple, now berserk, unleashed the spiritual demon fire—its spiritual demon intent far overshadowing his own!
And now that the Lock God Seal was useless, relying on spiritual power alone was nothing but a fool’s errand in this state.
Xu Yang decisively gave up resistance, letting the demon fire invade unopposed.
Swish, swish!!
Demon fire surged wildly, entangling demonic qi, rampaging out of control.
That demonic intent—Xu Yang met it fearlessly!
Only—the demon fire itself was a threat.
But, since he dared let the demon fire invade, he had preparations in place.
Just as the fire engulfed his consciousness, Xu Yang’s will sharpened to a point—a chain appeared out of nothingness.
Thud!
The chain pierced through the demon fire, sending up a shower of sparks.
The demon fire immediately twisted violently, clinging to the chain—unable to break free, as if being sucked in.
Hiss!
Xu Yang couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath.
A single chain wasn’t enough to suppress it!
His thoughts surged—second, third, fourth chains sprang forth together.
This was already his absolute limit!
Four chains fractured the demon fire completely.
The wondrous Heaven-locking Seal stirred within his heart; all four chains vibrated furiously, shining with indescribable, shadowy light.
The rampaging demon fire finally felt the lethal threat, struggling incessantly, desperately seeking escape.
But the chains gave it not a single chance.
As time slipped by, the demon fire faded, its power ceaselessly ground away and absorbed by the chains—becoming part of him.
Your weakness nourishes my strength!
The outcome needed no words!
Meanwhile, high above the void of the Demon Hunting Grounds, a figure stood tall.
It was the arena warden.
He looked down at the events below, astonishment overtaking his face.
"Impossible..."
"Even if his strength rivals Yin Realm Perfection, the demon fire from a Grade C disciple is no trivial matter. Even an ordinary Blood General could barely endure..."
The warden couldn’t conceal his shock.
Remembering Tuoba Hongyu’s instructions, he restrained himself from intervening, forcing a bitter smile.
Don’t injure him?
Just keep him confined?
What a joke.
This would require an Earth Tier, Grade B to step in!
The ranks of A, B, C, D—D is the weakest; C is already powerful.
But watching how swiftly Xu Yang suppressed the demon fire, the warden even doubted a Grade B would be enough to pin him down!
"What manner of monster is this? Even in Daqian, he would rank among the very rarest of peerless geniuses. Why would His Highness bring him back?" The warden racked his brains, but could not fathom it.
Suddenly, he looked up slightly, his gaze turning to a distant direction.
"Surihan?"
"Could he be here for..."
The warden’s brows arched, and in the next instant his figure vanished without a trace, silent as a whisper.