Ten Thousand Dragons Technique-Chapter 52: Slaying the Demon Sect Prodigy!

When they heard the voice, Wei Wuya and Shen Xiaoyao both turned their heads. They were stunned for a moment. Immediately after, Wei Wuya’s expression changed, while Shen Xiaoyao grew excited. He noticed the newcomer was wearing the uniform of the Heavenly Dao Institute; this was clearly one of their disciples.

Wei Wuya’s face turned pale. The person coming here must be a three-star Martial General. This is bad. This is very bad. He feared he would not succeed. He quickly retreated, his posture like one facing a formidable enemy.

Shen Xiaoyao, on the other hand, was overjoyed. Although he didn’t know Lin Xuan, the fact that he dared to come here meant he had to be a master. "Quick, kill Wei Wuya!" he shouted. "And be careful, he uses poison!"

"Thank you for the warning, Senior Brother." Lin Xuan glanced at Shen Xiaoyao and had a sudden realization. No wonder Shen Xiaoyao was defeated; it turns out he was poisoned.

Senior Brother? Hearing this, Shen Xiaoyao was taken aback. Why did he call me Senior Brother? Could he not be a third-year disciple?

Wei Wuya also scrutinized Lin Xuan. The next moment, his pupils contracted, and he exclaimed, "Your cultivation? A Ninth Grade Martial Artist!"

Wei Wuya was truly shocked. He thought a three-star Martial General had arrived, but he had been completely mistaken. The person before him wasn’t even a one-star Martial General; he was merely a Ninth Grade Martial Artist.

Someone like this dares to come here? Impossible. He subconsciously felt that the newcomer was hiding his cultivation level.

"Who... who are you?" Shen Xiaoyao asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. He had a very bad feeling about this.

"My name is Lin Xuan. I’m a first-year student."

What? A first-year? Upon hearing this, Shen Xiaoyao felt dizzy, his heart sinking to the abyss. The heavens are truly playing a cruel joke on me. What can a first-year student possibly do? The strongest he could be is a Ninth Grade Martial Artist. How could he possibly stand up to a three-star Martial General?

"What are you doing here? This is absurd!" Shen Xiaoyao was practically mad with anger. "Get out of here! Go find help!"

"Don’t worry, Senior Brother. I can defeat him," Lin Xuan said confidently.

Shen Xiaoyao was so furious that his vision went black, and he nearly fainted.

Wei Wuya, on the other hand, burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears started to well up in his eyes. Just a moment ago, he had been scared to death. He never expected it was just a freshman.

A freshman dares to claim he can defeat me? How ridiculous.

"Shen Xiaoyao, since when does your Heavenly Dao Institute accept such idiots?" Wei Wuya sneered. "Rest assured, I’ll kill him first, then I’ll deal with you. I’ll send you all to hell!"

With that, Wei Wuya started walking toward Lin Xuan. He didn’t take Lin Xuan seriously at all. In his eyes, Lin Xuan was just a tiny ant he could crush with one hand.

Shen Xiaoyao was so overcome with rage and despair that his vision went dark, and he fainted on the spot. Lin Xuan is doomed, and so am I.

"You ignorant brat! Go die!" Wei Wuya swatted a palm toward Lin Xuan, as casually as if he were swatting a fly.

But Lin Xuan simply waved his hand, and the Wind Thunder Fan appeared in his grasp. Taking a deep breath, he fiercely swung the fan.

He thinks he can attack me? Wei Wuya sneered disdainfully. Even if I stood here without moving, he couldn’t possibly break my defense. The gap between our strengths is immense.

But when the fan swung out, Wei Wuya was stunned. His expression changed dramatically, and in the next instant, he turned to run. The single wave of the fan had transformed into a storm that rushed toward him. The storm carried a lethal Thunderous Power that sent a chill down his spine.

Impossible! How could a freshman possibly wield such power? This power already surpasses that of a three-star Martial General! Damn it, what is happening? What on earth is going on?

Wei Wuya used all his strength to escape, but he was a step too late. Just as he turned, the storm enveloped him. The next moment, the thunder within the storm erupted, piercing through his body. With a miserable scream, Wei Wuya was blasted apart, leaving only a mist of blood hanging in the air.

So strong! Lin Xuan gasped at the sight. He had witnessed Wei Wuya’s previous strength, which had been absolutely formidable. Yet, before the Wind Thunder Fan, he had been so vulnerable, blasted apart in a single move. The strengthened Wind Thunder Fan truly is terrifying.

Just as he was thinking this, a sharp sound echoed. CRACK. The fan in his hand broke in two.

Lin Xuan gave a bitter smile. It’s just as the big black dog said. The strengthened Wind Thunder Fan can only be used once. But that was enough.

Lin Xuan walked over and picked up three items from the blood mist: a Storage Ring, a flute, and a token. The flute was made of white bone and engraved with numerous patterns. The token was Wei Wuya’s Identity Token.

Although Wei Wuya has been obliterated, I should still be able to exchange his Identity Token for a Celestial Spirit Fruit.

After stowing the three items away, Lin Xuan glanced at Shen Xiaoyao and shook his head slightly. He ignored the man, turned, and left.

With Wei Wuya’s death, the Demon Beasts were no longer frenzied. The bloody glow in their eyes vanished, and they returned to normal. Their attack power also weakened significantly. Many people sensed this change, and the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Institute were incredibly excited.

Near the Dragon Concealment Spiritual Vein, other battles were still taking place. These were fights between three-star Martial Generals, the combatants naturally being the geniuses of the Heavenly Dao Institute and the Demon Sect. Evidently, Shen Xiaoyao was not the only genius who had come, nor was Wei Wuya the only one from the Demon Sect. Both sides had sent quite a few people, but their major battles were all taking place in these secluded forests.

The few prodigies from the Demon Sect were taken aback when they sensed the change in the Demon Beasts.

"What happened? Why aren’t the Demon Beasts frenzied anymore?"

"Could something have happened to Wei Wuya?"

"Let’s go. Retreat."

They retreated decisively and swiftly.

"Where do you think you’re going?" Several other three-star Martial Generals from the Heavenly Dao Institute quickly gave chase. They all wanted to hunt down the Demon Sect prodigies to exchange for Celestial Spirit Fruits.

「Elsewhere」

The disciples of the Heavenly Dao Institute began their counterattack. After they slew many Demon Beasts, the remaining ones were finally afraid and turned to flee in all directions. The disciples pursued them until they disappeared into the forest, at which point they stopped, remembering the principle of not pursuing a desperate foe.

They retreated. "We won! We won!" The disciples returned to the Dragon Concealment Spiritual Vein, cheering with excitement.

This battle had not been easy; it was truly perilous. At first, they had the upper hand and thought the mission was simple. Then, the Demon Beasts went berserk, forcing them to retreat repeatedly. Some died, and many were injured. Just when they thought everyone would perish, Shen Xiaoyao arrived and saved them. Subsequently, a prodigy from the Demon Sect appeared, and Shen Xiaoyao gave chase. Finally, they had turned the tables and slaughtered the Demon Beasts. It was a battle full of twists and turns. But thankfully, they had won in the end.

They began to gather the spoils of war. Some disciples sat on the ground to recover their strength, while others lay there, crying their hearts out.

It was finally over. Feng Qingxue and the others also breathed a sigh of relief. Feng Qingxue’s face was pale. Her strength was depleted, and she had used up most of her Elixirs. If the battle had gone on for another thirty minutes, she would have run out of energy completely, and her situation would have become dangerous. Luckily, it was all over.

Wu Ming was in a miserable state, having been severely injured. Lin Xuan had broken his arm earlier, and now his body was covered in several deep gashes. He would probably need half a year of rest to fully recover. Of course, with high-grade Elixirs, he could recover within half a month.

He looked at the Demon Cores in his hand. I wonder if these Demon Cores can be exchanged for a high-grade recovery Elixir? Alas, all this effort was for nothing. Wu Ming sighed.

Sun Hao and his companions were extremely excited. Though they were also injured, their gains were far greater, likely amounting to several hundred points. More importantly, Lin Xuan is dead! I’ve avenged my family! Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but grin widely.

Zhao Feiyan felt much the same way. Suddenly, she saw Feng Qingxue stand up and start walking into the distance. She asked, "Junior Sister, where are you going? Don’t leave the Spirit Vein. The Demon Beasts might come back."

Without turning her head, Feng Qingxue replied, "I’m going to find Lin Xuan."

"Find him?" Zhao Feiyan shook her head. "That guy is long dead!"

"Whether he’s alive or dead, I must find him. Even if he is dead, I have to bring his body back." Feng Qingxue’s voice carried a hint of sorrow.

"Stop wasting your energy," Sun Hao snorted coldly. "His corpse was probably eaten by Demon Beasts long ago. You won’t find anything."