Celestial Refining Divine Scripture-Chapter 58: You Think You Can Stop Me?
The oppressive might of four Middle Stage Yin Realm masters was especially intense.
Xu Yang’s flesh trembled, his expression incomparably grave.
Yet he felt no surprise at all.
Marquis-level, Hundred People Slayer—if it were so easy, wouldn’t it be everywhere?
"Finally, it feels like a real challenge."
Xu Yang grinned, channeling surging Essence Qi from within the tripod.
Boom!
A muffled eruption sounded from within him, rising with thunderous force.
A fierce killing intent swept across the entire Jade Platform Space in an instant.
Ten puppets charged in perfect unity, their presence soul-shaking.
Rumble!
With a single exchange, Xu Yang was forced into retreat, battered and disheveled.
This scene instantly made the tense crowd breathe a sigh of relief.
So, he too had his limits.
"You want to complete the Hundred People Slayer? Hmph!"
"Only we of the Barbarian Race are worthy of achieving the Marquis-level bloodline baptism!"
"Xu Yang, just admit defeat!"
Some among them shouted in delight.
By contrast, Wuo Longyue and his companions looked somber.
Xu Yang’s failure would be no good thing.
Completing the Hundred People Slayer, fusing at the Marquis-level—the bloodline blend would, in their eyes, utterly sever Xu Yang’s path to reversal.
And with greater strength, wouldn’t his alchemy improve even faster?
As for these calculations, Xu Yang remained utterly unaware.
His whole body was taut, as if facing an arch-enemy.
This final round’s adversaries rendered even his previously unmatched Spiritual Power almost meaningless.
The four Middle Stage Yin Realm puppets moved far too fast.
No matter how solid his foundation, it wasn’t enough.
Boom!
Boom, boom!
Amid rolling blasts, Xu Yang seized an opening, shattering an Early Stage Yin Realm puppet, only to be immediately engulfed by a hail of attacks, ever more beleaguered.
Yet under this crushing pressure, the killing intent and battle spirit deep in Xu Yang’s eyes turned to roaring flames, nearly bursting free.
"A little more pressure..."
"Keep going!"
Xu Yang roared madly in his heart, evading ceaselessly, resisting in disarray.
Thump!
He grunted, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
A massive fist came crashing toward him—a Middle Stage Yin Realm puppet.
In that flash, Xu Yang felt every bone quake, True Essence howling within him. Under such extreme oppression, it seemed he was touching a mysterious, unfathomable shackle!
"Now!"
"Super-grade elixirs!"
A Super-Grade Star Soul Elixir, together with a Super-Grade Blood Beast Elixir, both fourth stage, thundered into his body at once.
Rumble!
The ground trembled, Xu Yang roared in fury, unleashing a punch.
Rolling thunder raged between heaven and earth, nearly shattering eardrums, forcing those near to instinctively cover their ears, brows furrowed in pain.
Crack!
The Middle Stage Yin Realm puppet staggered backward as if struck by lightning.
Xu Yang pressed his advantage, violent waves raging about him, blasting other puppets back. Like a shadow, he dashed forward, raining down one hammer-like punch after another.
Crack!
In less than two breaths, this Middle Stage Yin Realm puppet was shattered to pieces by his fists.
This terrifying sight left the onlookers utterly dumbfounded.
How did he suddenly become so berserk, as if he’d downed a handful of pills?
Boom!
Xu Yang’s aura erupted, instantly breaking through to the Late Stage of True Void Realm.
The two super-grade elixirs brought about a transformation on all fronts—breakthrough and metamorphosis.
Spiritual Power shrouded the entire Jade Platform Space. The eight remaining puppets suddenly slowed, as if time had multiplied against them. Xu Yang saw them all distinctly.
"Kill!"
Xu Yang’s voice was icy and sinister; in his eyes, the puppets seemed living Barbarian warriors, seemed to be Zheng Xuan, Zheng Ming...
No mercy for the kill!
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Thirty breaths passed.
Only Xu Yang stood upright atop the Jade Platform.
His body trembled, chest heaving, breathing in ragged gulps.
Pearl-sized beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, and on his pale face, a flush of red gradually spread.
Heaven and earth fell into deathly silence.
Everyone stared, utterly spellbound.
The frail figure now seemed mightier than any Barbarian.
A sight to shake the soul!
"Exhilarating!"
Xu Yang threw his head back and roared, laughter echoing wildly.
His gaze swept the surrounding Barbarians. His laughter grew even more wanton.
Who here can contend with me?
Over ten have reached the Marquis level, but which of them is not Yin Realm?
Those with such ability all owed it to his alchemy, did they not?
Boom!
The statue spewed a torrential rain of blood.
Compared to before, it went from a gentle drizzle to a wild, raging downpour.
It was as if an entire lake of blood overturned, flooding the Jade Platform Space and engulfing Xu Yang’s figure.
The impact was so fierce it forced a low cry of agony from Xu Yang as every muscle spasmed.
This power was vicious and wild, threatening in an instant to exceed the body’s endurance.
Barbarian marks surfaced on his skin, condensing visibly into mighty patterns resembling fist prints, even shifting into the forms of Blood Beasts.
It was clearly due to his over-consumption of Super-Grade Blood Beast Elixirs!
Among the Barbarian Race, those who could condense Blood Beast marks were as rare as phoenix feathers—peerless prodigies!
Unfortunately, Xu Yang looked down on these so-called barbarian marks.
No matter how strong, he’d never wish to become half-human, half-barbarian!
Yet right now, he had no mind to concern himself with such marks.
Clenching his teeth tight, he frantically circulated the Celestial Refining Divine Scripture, mobilizing the True Essence of Hundred Hairs, forcing the bloodline power to sink into his flesh and blood.
At his ears, raging beasts seemed to roar, making his consciousness blur.
Flesh split open, torn by unseen claws, tendons and bones shattered and reformed, inch by inch.
The pain was soul-rending!
Xu Yang endured, teeth ground, eyes wide, spitting blood and fire.
He knew not how much time passed.
Gradually, the tempering and fusion abated.
His body now felt terrifyingly strong—even to Xu Yang himself.
One punch could shatter mountains!
Most of the bloodline baptism’s power had been forcibly fused into his flesh.
The metamorphosis was beyond imagination.
"With this body alone, I could battle an Early Stage Yin Realm!"
"With my current strength, I could even withstand swallowing three Super-Grade Blood Beast Elixirs in a row."
Xu Yang’s gaze burned with excitement. He let out another long howl.
The next instant—
He narrowed his eyes, coldly fixing them on the blood-red barbarian marks coursing over his body like bestial runes.
"Time to end you."
Refining these marks would let him rise even further in power.
As for how to refine them, Xu Yang had already prepared.
Celestial Refining Divine Scripture!
Unless the marks were so fearsome that even the Divine Scripture couldn’t digest them, he would never resort to the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod.
After all, the Purest Essence Qi forged by the Tripod was nothing compared to the surge that came from forcibly merging the raw strength into his own flesh.
That was a last resort and nothing more.
As for whether these marks could resist the Divine Scripture’s refinement—Xu Yang never even wondered.
These marks—were they worthy?
Boom!
Scripture activated, every hair in his body resonated!
A surge of force inundated the barbarian markings; beneath his weekly cycles, they liquefied into spiritual filaments and drizzle, melding deeper and deeper.
The barbarian marks raged in wild resistance, roaring in fury from within.
Yet with time, they could not withstand the Divine Scripture’s erosion.
It was only a matter of time before they were refined completely.
This scene attracted everyone’s attention as well.
"What’s he doing?"
"Refining Barbarian marks? Does such a thing even need refining?"
"Wait—does he mean to utterly erase them? Is he mad? How could that be possible?"
All were aghast, finding Xu Yang’s intent unthinkable.
Wuo Longyue’s face transformed: "Can he really succeed?"
"Chief, it’s hard to say. This one’s a true demon! With that terrifying alchemy skill, he must know an exclusive refining art!"
"You should know, from past trials, some Qian Clansmen with great means have pulled this off. He gained the Marquis-level baptism, but if he were to..."
"Damned brat!"
Wuo Longyue’s expression darkened, grinding his teeth in worry—nothing’s impossible for such a monster!
But now was not the time to wonder how Xu Yang knew such things.
His face shifted repeatedly; suddenly he gave a cold laugh: "Obliterate the barbarian marks? Fool’s dream!"
His lips moved, but no sound came out.
At that same moment—
Dozens of the strongest Barbarians in the secret domain heard Wuo Longyue’s command in their minds.
"Stop him from eradicating the barbarian marks!"
