Celestial Refining Divine Scripture-Chapter 18: Bloody Battle at the True Void Realm
The woman’s face changed dramatically, terror-stricken. She spun around sharply.
But Xu Yang’s attack came without the slightest warning, far too fast.
She barely reacted; in an instant, her whole body was hurled away, her back caved in, and blood sprayed from her mouth like arrows.
"You..." The middle-aged Barbarian exclaimed in shock and rage.
The moment his fist landed, Xu Yang unleashed his full might, employing "Wind in the Forest"; his figure swayed abruptly like a willow tree, both palms striking out at two young men to the side in a flash too swift to follow.
The two screamed in agony as they crashed down.
Having finished, Xu Yang retreated like lightning.
"Lana?"
The middle-aged man cried out, but the woman remained motionless.
She had been killed with a single punch!
"How is this possible?"
Ao Yong stared at Xu Yang, horror filling his eyes; Lana possessed the True Void Realm!
"How did you figure it out?"
Xu Yang, bracing for battle, fixed his gaze on the middle-aged Barbarian, sneering, "Two Innates, two True Void Realms—one only Early Stage of True Void Realm—what sort of team is this to pose as the Barbarian Race’s welcoming party?"
No matter what, this meeting signified talks between the Barbarian Race and Daqian. How could the Barbarians send so few, and ones so weak, for such an occasion?
"You really overestimate your disguises."
"And on the marriage contract, my name should be Zheng Yang!"
Though he hated admitting ties to the royal family, on a contract sealing peace and marriage, it would never use "Xu Yang" as his name.
Because on the contract, he represented the Zheng Clan! It must be Zheng Yang!
From the start, something felt off; once he checked the contract and saw the name, he was certain.
These four were nothing but worthless fakes.
"I didn’t expect the Chen Clan of Zhongzhou would even collude with the Barbarian Race."
Xu Yang’s eyes were icy and his expression grave; the ambush before was only the first wave—this was the true killing stroke.
This middle-aged Barbarian was the strongest; just sensing it, Xu Yang knew he was at least Late Stage of True Void Realm.
That’s why he targeted the woman first.
If he had attacked the middle-aged man, even catching him off guard, it wouldn’t have been enough to subdue him.
That would have spelled even greater trouble.
At this point, Xu Yang hadn’t run.
But running was impossible, anyway.
"What Chen Clan of Zhongzhou?"
"I’d never cooperate with you Daqian bastards!"
"You damned dog, I’ll butcher you myself!"
Ao Yong roared savagely, surging up like a wild beast.
Xu Yang retreated at lightning speed, eyes wide in shock.
So it’s nothing to do with the Chen Clan of Zhongzhou?
Then what’s going on?
The Barbarian Race wants me dead too?
A foul wind rushed at Xu Yang; his face changed, abandoning all further thought. He growled in fury, unleashing all his True Essence in a torrent.
"Nine Extremes Fist!"
The enemy was too fast to dodge; he could only clash head-on!
I need an opening!
Xu Yang’s gaze remained chillingly calm.
Bang!
A muffled explosion resounded across the wasteland.
Xu Yang spat a mouthful of blood, plummeting backward in agony.
"So powerful—definitely Late Stage of True Void Realm!"
One thought flashed by.
Ao Yong dashed up before he could blink.
Xu Yang’s vision blurred; he was roughly seized, face-to-face with a pair of beast-like, hideous eyes.
"You Daqian scum want peace? Keep dreaming."
"As long as I kill you, our tribe and Daqian will be at war again! No one can stop the Barbarian Race’s army—we’ll crush you Daqian dogs underfoot!"
Ao Yong radiated Evil Qi, his killing intent towering to the heavens.
Xu Yang’s whole body trembled, eyes open wide.
Stop the peace talks?
Go to war?
In that instant, he finally grasped the purpose of this Barbarian party.
They must be soldiers from the Barbarian army.
They intend to kill me and enrage King Beixuan, as a pretext to start war again.
Start the war anew?
Does the Barbarian Race have that foundation?
Just the Northern Territory has stalled them for years—do they really think they can wage war again? How deluded.
If they infuriate Daqian and mobilize the armies, it would be costly, but wiping out the Barbarian Race would hardly be impossible.
Xu Yang sneered, "You think killing me achieves your aim? Your intelligence is pitifully outdated."
"What did you say?" Ao Yong’s brow creased, feeling something amiss.
"I personally killed King Beixuan’s wife and son—severed all ties to the palace!"
"In the entire palace, not one soul cares whether I live or die."
"Impossible! Aren’t you King Beixuan’s son?" Ao Yong cried in disbelief.
Xu Yang’s face turned mocking as he replied coolly, "Don’t you know what kind of man Zheng Xuan is? Cold-blooded, devoid of feeling. I was a nobody, an unwanted bastard!"
Boom!
It was as if Ao Yong had been struck by lightning.
King Beixuan’s name echoed through the Barbarian army—iron-blooded and cold!
If what Xu Yang said was true, that no one cared for his fate, then this assassination...
...was pointless!
"Impossible!"
"You little bastard, facing death and still dare—Ah!!"
Ao Yong’s grim laugh was abruptly cut off, twisting into agony as he instinctively released his grip.
In that instant, Xu Yang, catching his moment of distraction, slammed a Spirit Lock Seal onto him.
Even a moment’s disruption in power was more than enough for him.
Just as expected.
Ao Yong howled in pain, suppressing the chaos in a flash and driving a savage fist downward.
"Celestial Refining Divine Tripod!"
Xu Yang stood firm, summoning the Divine Tripod out of thin air, its mouth facing the incoming fist.
Flames roared inside the Tripod, but all he could do was keep them burning internally—not release them outside.
Boom!
Ao Yong’s fist plunged directly into the Tripod.
Black flames erupted in a torrent.
"Ah~~~"
A scream a hundred times worse than before echoed across the mountains, chilling all who heard it.
Half of Ao Yong’s arm dissolved instantly—vanished without a trace!
He staggered, collapsing backward onto the ground.
Xu Yang’s face turned deathly pale; even suspecting what might happen, he still sucked in a breath at the sight.
Then, he could not restrain his wild joy.
No wonder it’s called the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod!
In a critical moment, it was a lethal trump card, needing only Spiritual Power to control.
Xu Yang spun around and bolted.
Rushing toward the Barbaric Mountain Range ahead.
Even hurting a wounded beast depends on the foe.
The flame only melted half Ao Yong’s arm.
His remaining strength was immense.
If Xu Yang went after him, he’d be the one to die.
Now, just creating a chance to escape was enough.
"Just that half an arm is giving the Tripod a tremendous amount of essence."
Absorbing the essence within the Tripod, Xu Yang secretly clicked his tongue.
The half arm of a True Void Realm Martial Artist was already far superior to typical Innate Realm cultivation resources.
Essence flowed into his body, healing wounds and restoring power in tandem.
Xu Yang picked up speed, and within seconds vanished into the wasteland.
Several dozen heartbeats passed.
Only then did Ao Yong awaken from the torment of burning flames.
The terrifying blaze had scorched not only flesh, but also hammered his soul.
For a moment, it was as if he’d fallen into the depths of hell—unable to escape!
"You damned little bastard!"
"You won’t escape alive!"
Ao Yong abruptly straightened, gulped down a pill, and, ignoring his missing arm, his aura surged dramatically, then he raced after Xu Yang like a madman.
No matter if Xu Yang lied or not—he must die!
Moments after Ao Yong gave chase—
A dozen figures surrounded a tall, valiant young woman, clearly marked as Barbarian Race, who appeared on the scene.
"Protect Her Royal Highness, the Princess!"
Spotting corpses and battle traces on the ground, one of them barked a cold order at once.
