Chapter 546: Chapter 544: Fiendish Tide, Soul Tide
"Is it really so surprising to discover me?"
Xu Yang’s lips curled into a mocking sneer.
The skinny Martial Artist’s face instantly darkened.
"Damn, this little bastard is sharp-tongued, what a rampant brat!"
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth in rage, murderous light bursting in his eyes. "So you’ve got some ability, but to face the two of us together—do you even know your place?"
"Attack!"
"Kill!"
The skinny Martial Artist let out a thunderous roar, vanishing from sight like a phantom, trace wiped clean.
His companion directly summoned his spirit mark, transforming it into an illusory ancient scroll, vast and mighty, shrouding the heavens and earth.
An intense sense of oppression crashed down in an instant.
"Profound Celestial Nether Scroll!"
In his hand, a pitch-black long saber materialized, as he soared into the air, merging with that jet scroll, conjuring up a hellish netherworld of horror.
"Senluo Celestial Saber!"
Clang!
Killing intent surged like a tide, momentum earthshaking!
Yet the skinny Martial Artist moved in eerie silence, emerging behind Xu Yang like a wraith, not even stirring a whisper of wind.
He locked onto Xu Yang with an icy glare; behind him, a colossal towering tree phantom suddenly appeared.
The giant tree was sturdy and vast, branches flourishing, leaves dense—its illusory shadow quivered, veiling countless elusive phantoms within, ominous and chilling.
"Demonic Blossom Annihilation!"
His shout roared like thunder, shaking heaven and earth.
The huge tree toppled the sky, its phantoms surged like a tide, crashing down relentlessly.
The two True Monarch Perfection powerhouses joined forces, each displaying their Divine Techniques. Their vigor was unrivaled, sealing off Xu Yang from escape—the heavens were locked, the earth was barred—there was no way out!
"Your strength is decent, but unfortunately, your foundations are lacking!"
Xu Yang commented with a smile.
"Courting death!"
"Little bastard, I’ll tear that mouth of yours wide open!"
Seeing Xu Yang still in the mood to judge them at this moment, the two men were stunned and furious.
Though certain Xu Yang harbored hidden depths, they were even more confident in their combined might!
In a split-second, Xu Yang’s gaze turned icy, his form shot upward from the ground.
He didn’t call upon his spirit mark.
He simply unleashed the Divine Tripod—power gushed from his body like a broken dam.
Boom!
For a moment, the scene was like a primeval volcano erupting, or ten thousand oceans rising, tumultuous and boundless.
Furious energy whipped up a howling hurricane, coalescing into chains thick as pythons and giant beasts, soaring skyward in a fit of rage—everywhere they swept, space itself seemed to convulse and crack.
In the eye of the storm, Xu Yang twisted, Minghuo blazing through his body, drawing all energies together in an explosive surge.
Boom!
The scroll, saber light, and giant tree all seemed as if smashed by a towering mountain, shuddering violently and unable to rest.
The two attackers trembled head to toe, their faces twisting in horror.
"Damn it, how is he this strong?!"
The middle-aged man shrieked in terror, eyes wide, watching helplessly as his saber light was crushed to pieces.
He turned to flee in panic.
Just then, Xu Yang’s arms moved like blades stirring a raging torrent.
Crash!
Piercing screams rang out as the two of them were mercilessly flung aside.
Swish!
Xu Yang flashed forward like lightning, materializing before the skinny Martial Artist. Under the latter’s frightened eyes, he drew the Asura Blood Saber and brought it slashing down.
Whoosh!
The skinny Martial Artist’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets, desperately summoning a phantom giant tree in defense.
Bam!
The tree was shattered; the bloody saber light pierced clean through him.
Xu Yang turned slowly. The middle-aged man, only just struggling to his feet, witnessed this scene and couldn’t help but swallow in fear.
He didn’t hesitate—he spun around to flee.
"Bind!"
The middle-aged man was stuck as if in a swamp, staring dazedly at the brilliant spirit mark hovering above him, his eyes brimming with despair.
"Spar—!"
Splurch!
His massive head rolled clean off his shoulders.
Xu Yang put away the Asura Blood Saber, sweeping up both men’s Storage Rings.
"Tsk, they’ve even got seven drops of Divine Demon Blood. These guys really were ruthless."
Seven drops of Divine Demon Blood—excluding what they each had, that means they killed five others!
In the end, all of it fell into Xu Yang’s lap.
Xu Yang smiled, flicked his sleeves, and whisked their bodies to a far spot, then casually picked up the jade bottle containing the Divine Demon Blood.
Altogether, eight drops!
He opened the jade bottle, and at once a wild, domineering aura crashed over him.
Roar!
Dense howls seemed to rush straight for his mind.
The astonishing blood contained tempestuous power, massive and wild.
Xu Yang’s eyes sparkled. "With this degree of might, these eight drops of Divine Demon Blood should boost my body considerably."
Without delay, he moved on and found a secluded spot in the mountains to sit cross-legged.
Swish!
With one drop of Divine Demon Blood at his lips, the essence surged into his body like a beast charging through his marrow—a battlefield within, churning with fierce shockwaves.
Xu Yang’s flesh trembled; he let out a cold snort.
His hundredfold bones contracted. The ancient, domineering might sprouted from his flesh, like a revived primeval beast, bearing supreme majesty—it violently and brutally suppressed the rampaging power within the Divine Demon Blood.
Xu Yang even seemed to hear the unwilling wail of a vanquished beast.
Immediately, he set his blood and flesh boiling, greedily absorbing its essence.
No question, the power of Divine Demon Blood was formidable.
As the absorption went on, Xu Yang clearly sensed his physique growing stronger.
His flesh, bones, and sinews were all undergoing a transcendence akin to rebirth.
Eight drops of Divine Demon Blood took him half a day to absorb.
But the improvement to his physique was remarkable. The Evil Qi from within the Divine Demon Blood was also staggering. Thanks to this process, when he next drew Evil Qi from the Tripod of Heaven and Earth, it would be a bit less of a burden.
After calming the surging power within his body, Xu Yang gazed ahead, then shot forward like lightning.
He arrived at the ninth region.
Suddenly, chaos erupted ahead of him.
"What’s happening over there?"
Xu Yang walked through a stretch of wild mountains, only to be dumbfounded by the scene before his eyes.
Here, the ground was broad and open, yet it was thick with surging Evil Qi, dark and stifling, as though smothered beneath heavy layers of cloud.
Within the Evil Qi, countless Martial Artists could be seen darting, battling, and evading!
Among the haze, vague phantoms let loose bone-chilling screeches and howls, surging to and fro.
"Is this the final test?"
"But I don’t think Shi Hu mentioned anything like this."
Xu Yang frowned slightly.
This Evil Qi felt overwhelming, even from the outside.
Besides the Martial Artists inside, there seemed to be something else lurking within.
Xu Yang paused to observe for a moment, then cautiously approached.
When he reached the edge of the Evil Qi, Xu Yang quietly probed it, and his heart skipped a beat.
This Evil Qi was anything but simple!
Its corrosive power was terribly strong.
"Aargh—"
A pained scream suddenly rang out not far away.
Xu Yang glanced over and saw a Martial Artist staggering out of the Evil Qi—his body scored with wounds, face pale and bloodless, eyes fierce and menacing.
He was only a High-tier True Monarch.
Yet for a High-tier True Monarch to reach this place, his strength was already comparable to an ordinary True Monarch Perfection.
The other man suddenly raised his head, a vicious glare set on Xu Yang.
"Kill!"
He suddenly leaped up, but halfway there abruptly stopped, slapping himself hard across the face. The murderous look in his eyes faded a great deal instantly.
Seeing this, Xu Yang was shocked.
This man was clearly corrupted by Evil Qi, nearly losing control of himself.
But at the last moment, his reason evidently triumphed over the Evil Qi.
Splurt!
The man coughed up blood, trembling as he swallowed a pill, then cast a wary glance at Xu Yang and cupped his fists: "Sorry, I was just affected by the Evil Qi."
Xu Yang smiled and said, "No matter."
"What’s going on here, exactly?"
As he recovered, the man cursed nervously, "What else? Those attendants of Chi Xue are stirring up trouble."
"The Blood Ming Divine Sparrow is about to awaken. To keep too many people from advancing, they summoned a flood of Evil Qi—and even Evil Souls."
"The Evil Qi here can affect even True Monarch Perfection, there’s nowhere it doesn’t reach!"
"As for the Evil Souls, they’re countless. True Essence attacks don’t harm them at all. Only Spiritual Power, Minghuo, and spirit marks can deal with them. If you get caught off guard, your spirit marks and Minghuo will both be corroded and damaged!"
