Celestial Refining Divine Scripture Chapter 82
A figure appeared several hundred meters away from Xu Yang.
"Is it him?"
Surihan looked in surprise at the demon follower standing before Xu Yang.
At a glance, he recognized it was an Earth Tier Class C demon follower—someone even with his strength, he couldn’t claim to suppress!
But now, though the demon follower wasn’t dead, it had fallen into an incredibly bizarre state, motionless like a statue, as if it had lost all instinct!
Moving his gaze, Surihan saw the Demon Dragon Saber!
The dragon soul on the blade was lifelike, sending a chill through his heart even from afar.
Demon Dragon!
"It’s you!"
Surihan narrowed his eyes; a green Spirit Sword materialized out of thin air in his hand.
Among the Barbarian Race, few martial artists used swords—fewer yet were adept!
But he happened to be one of the rare skilled swordsmen!
Although the scene made Surihan’s heart faintly uneasy, he had absolute confidence in his own strength.
The ten blood generals of the royal court represented the most monstrous prodigies under thirty among the younger generation of the Barbarians!
They possessed immeasurable pride.
Without a sound underfoot, Surihan quietly approached.
Xu Yang didn’t notice at all.
"The demonic aura of the Class C demon follower is actually weakening?"
"Was trying to corrupt him but got countered instead? Not bad, some tricks there."
As he drew near and sensed the changes in the demon follower, Surihan raised his brows in surprise, believing what his fellow tribesmen had said earlier.
To counter a Class C demon follower’s corruption with spiritual power was indeed no ordinary feat—enough to have killed Helan Kui and the others!
"But, it ends here!"
"In my Barbarian hunting grounds, people from Daqian are only prey—not qualified to be the hunters!"
Sword power surged in Surihan’s eyes. With a flick of his wrist, a piercing sword qi swept across the void in an instant.
Clang!
The three-foot green blade was like a wandering dragon; its cold light dazzled a hundred meters around, erupting into a blinding burst of sword flowers!
Boom!
The dazzling tide of swords seemed to form a terrifying sword array in the air, sealing the sky and earth, crashing down with overwhelming force.
In its presence, Helan Kui, Guo Wenqiang, and the others were like children facing adults—a world apart.
"Wandering Dragon Sword Array, kill!"
The moment the fierce shout rang out—
The tide of swords erupted completely.
Xu Yang’s eyes snapped open, icy cold to the core.
"Barbarian Race?"
In fact, Xu Yang hadn’t detected his opponent’s approach at all.
All his attention was on suppressing the demon follower’s corruption.
Moreover, Surihan’s concealment skill was superb—he hadn’t made the slightest sound!
"So strong!"
Xu Yang’s face changed; without time to think, he spun and slashed skyward with his blade.
Releasing the dragon soul directly!
Roar!
Bang-ka!
A thunderous crash—earth trembling, space twisting all around.
Xu Yang staggered back in disarray, blood spraying from his mouth!
Luckily, the demon fire had already been largely suppressed—otherwise, just this interference would have overwhelmed him!
"Able to block my sword array—not bad, quite some skill."
Surihan walked forward with sword in hand, killing intent surging from his body.
At this moment, the demon follower awakened. Though the demon fire had been suppressed and it was gravely damaged, it still charged at Surihan recklessly and without fear of death!
Originally, Surihan might have been wary, but now, he casually swung his sword.
Splurt!
The Class C demon follower was struck as if by lightning—cleaved in two!
Seeing this, Xu Yang’s eye twitched.
"Who are you?"
"You don’t know me?"
Surihan paused, then grinned: "One of the royal court’s ten young blood generals!"
"The ten blood generals?"
Xu Yang had never heard of it—not surprising; he’d arrived at the royal court and come straight here.
"What’s your rank?" Xu Yang asked instinctively.
But this question was like stepping on Surihan’s sore spot—his face darkened, killing intent exploded, man and sword as one, piercing the space, arriving in a flash!
So, he’s ranked low?
The thought flashed in Xu Yang’s mind; his eyes erupted with a cold light swirling like a devouring vortex!
"Lock God Seal!"
"Trying to use spiritual power again?"
Surihan’s mocking voice rang out.
He was already on guard!
After all, anyone who could threaten a Class C demon follower’s corruption was no ordinary foe!
But the Lock God Seal still caught him off guard.
"Ahhh—"
His soul felt as if smashed with a hammer and sliced with a blade—even prepared, Surihan couldn’t help screaming in agony.
The sword light shuddered violently!
"Now!"
Xu Yang shot forward like an arrow, the dragon soul howling, surging over in a tidal wave of ferocity.
His spiritual power surged again, fingers weaving a seal!
"Demon Dragon Seal!"
The seal was as black as ink, like a demon dragon, flashing into the torrent of dragon soul.
Roar!
Rumble!
Surihan had just reacted—only to feel plunged into Asura Hell.
The terrifying storm of ferocity, even more fearsome than the earlier soul-twisting Lock God Seal.
Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, endless killing and slaughter!
The dragon soul’s might set off the Demon Dragon Seal in a simultaneous detonation.
The evil qi smashed through everything—like a landslide, a tsunami, madly assaulting him.
Surihan’s features twisted—he lasted not even three breaths before screaming again.
Bam!
Xu Yang kicked Surihan flying.
Blood gushed from Surihan’s mouth as he struggled to lift his head—only to have Xu Yang’s palm slam down like lightning.
Splurt!
"Aaaahhhh—"
His entire body’s True Essence spiraled out of control, rioting backward.
Mind and body, double torment, chaos—he was on the verge of collapse.
All of it—utterly beyond expectation!
Even he didn’t know how he’d lost.
Until the cold blade touched the skin of his neck, Surihan shivered uncontrollably, snapping out of his daze, glancing sideways at the dragon soul writhing on the demon saber—a chill bristling all his hairs.
The dragon soul’s evil bite, the demon dragon’s dread—like maggots gnawing into his bones, chilling his very soul!
Gulp.
Surihan swallowed hard, staring into Xu Yang’s murderous eyes—pride utterly gone.
"Y-you can’t kill me."
"I am one of the ten blood generals—if I’m killed, no one can save you!"
Xu Yang chuckled in surprise: "You still haven’t answered—what’s your rank?"
Surihan clenched his fist, gritting his teeth: "Tenth!"
"Ah—so you’re in last place!"
Xu Yang said in sudden realization. No wonder this guy blew up at the question earlier.
The bottom of the barrel!
Surihan trembled all over, fury blazing in his eyes.
"Hmph!"
Xu Yang snorted coldly, mercilessly activating the Lock God Seal again.
"Aaaahhhh—"
A shrill scream echoed across the wilderness, reverberating for dozens of breaths before dying away.
Surihan collapsed utterly, drenched in sweat, aura weak to the extreme, and his eyes filled with terror and panic!
Terror from the soul!
His whole state of mind broken under torment!
That agony—never again did he want to taste it!
"I admit defeat, I apologize—please don’t kill me!"
"You really can’t kill me, I’m not exaggerating—the ten blood generals are the top prodigies of the royal court. If even one dies, the royal court will hunt you with all its might!"
Surihan begged for mercy endlessly.
To force one of the royal court’s ten blood generals to beg like this—the terror of the Lock God Seal, Demon Dragon Seal, and the dragon soul’s onslaught could only be imagined!
"How strong is the top-ranked one?" Xu Yang asked, curious.
Even the last of the ten was at Yin Realm Perfection—honestly, already very strong.
"Middle Stage Yang Realm!"
Hiss!
Xu Yang sucked in a breath—Yang Realm?
That ridiculous?
In the Barbarians or in Daqian—Yang Realm meant a high-level powerhouse in any force.
For instance, Wang Feng, the Wang clan’s retainer, held significant status!
"How old are you all?"
"Not over thirty!"
Xu Yang clicked his tongue again!
The Barbarians may be weaker, but they’re still a great race.
Definitely not to be underestimated!
Even this Surihan—if not for his own special methods, Xu Yang wouldn’t have stood much chance!
"Want to live?"
Xu Yang fixed Surihan with a wicked grin.