Chapter 66: Chapter 66: Three Moves Taken—Now Take My Blade

Wuo Tong had previously been stationed at the fortress, and had certainly fought on battlefields against Daqian.

He was full of hatred toward the people of Daqian!

This time, with the truce, he was just as dissatisfied.

But as disgruntled as he was, there was nothing he could do.

Yet at this moment, to see a person from Daqian here in his own manor, and in such a core place—

One had to know, even at his status, as a child he couldn’t freely come and go in this area.

How could a Daqian man have that right?

Wuo Longyue’s eyes flashed with keen light. Suddenly, he laughed and said, “Tong’Er, let me introduce you—this is Xu Yang. Just not long ago, he joined our Kunwu Division. His potential is tremendous.”

“Don’t be fooled by his cultivation of only Late Stage of True Void Realm. His true strength rivals the Yin Realm.”

“Just now, he even took the Demon Dragon Saber as his own!”

“What?”

Wuo Tong’s face was filled with shock; his first reaction was that it was nonsense!

But when he saw the Demon Dragon Saber in Xu Yang’s hands, his pupils contracted sharply.

“It really is the Demon Dragon Saber…”

In the past hundred years, only three people had ever succeeded in mastering the Demon Dragon Saber, and each lost control and fell to demonic corruption within two years!

But without question, all three were extraordinary!

Although he didn’t believe Xu Yang truly possessed Yin Realm strength, Wuo Tong realized this Daqian man was by no means simple!

Otherwise, how could he have made the old man… wait!

Father’s words just now…

No one knows a son better than his father!

No one understands a father like his son!

Wuo Tong’s eyes flickered, killing intent surging wildly in his gaze.

He stared coldly at Xu Yang, his face chilling: “So you took hold of the Demon Dragon Saber—quite unexpected. But who knows how long you can hold on? Perhaps in less than three months you’ll succumb to demonization. What a waste that’d be.”

Xu Yang replied impassively, “Save your concern.”

“Come to my Kunwu Division and still act so brash? Hmph!” Seeing Xu Yang’s manner, Wuo Tong snorted coldly: “Father says you have Yin Realm strength, but I don’t buy it!”

“There’s no need to wait; let me see what you can do here and now.”

Xu Yang frowned slightly. Late Stage of Yin Realm—a whole major realm apart!

This guy was nothing like those fresh Yin Realm brats in the secret realm; far harder to deal with.

“What, scared already?”

Wuo Tong sneered: “If you can withstand three of my moves, I’ll count it as your win. But if you can’t take even three, then wherever you took the Demon Dragon Saber from, hand it back!”

“The saber belongs to my Kunwu Division. You as a Daqian man have no right to possess it!”

Xu Yang couldn’t help but give a wry laugh. He glanced at Wuo Longyue, whose expression remained unchanged.

No wonder they were father and son!

“Fine.”

Seeing Xu Yang agree, a subtle flash of delight crossed Wuo Longyue’s eyes.

He had to teach this boy a lesson.

Otherwise, it was just too intolerable.

Wuo Tong’s return was perfectly timed; if he took action, no one could criticize it.

He furtively shot Wuo Tong a look: give that kid a good beating!

Wuo Tong instantly understood.

“Come on, make your move.”

He stared at Xu Yang with scorn.

No matter how great your potential, how strong can you be?

At best, only True Void Realm Perfection.

“Then you’d better be ready.”

Xu Yang grinned, tightly gripped the Demon Dragon Saber, and spun on his heel—like an arrow released from the bow, he shot forward explosively.

His speed was fearsome, no less than the Yin Realm!

“Fast indeed.” Wuo Tong was stunned. But there wasn’t a trace of fear—he was absolutely confident in his own strength!

This speed was quick, yes, but it was just that!

As Xu Yang slashed down with the saber, in that instant, Wuo Tong strode forward, pouring power into his muscles which bulged, his stature swelling by a full circle.

With a casual punch, he blew apart the long sky.

Boom!

Clang!

Xu Yang’s face changed—he retreated in disarray.

Wuo Tong’s strength was overwhelming.

This was sheer brute suppression!

“Too weak.”

Wuo Tong retracted his fist, standing tall. He shook his head with mockery on his face: “If that’s all you’ve got, it’s nowhere near enough!”

In fact, he was trembling inside.

The power in that slash was nearly at the level of Middle Stage of Yin Realm!

Damn, unheard of!

But now, not a trace of it showed on his face.

It was indeed surprising, but you’re Daqian!

In my Kunwu Division, whether dragon or tiger, you’ll have to crawl for me!

Xu Yang’s expression was unchanging. His trembling hand slowly tightened, eyes icy cold. Suddenly, he channeled the Demon Dragon Saber’s ferocity and shot up like a thunderclap.

Swish!

A strike with no flourish.

True Essence surged all-out.

Like ten thousand soldiers on the battlefield, savage fury erupted forth.

Roar!

Wuo Tong’s whole body shuddered; for a moment, he seemed to hear a demon dragon howling.

But indeed, he was a battle-hardened elite; in a split second, he snapped back to his senses, face contorted, and with a flick of his sleeve, several whips as thick as arms lashed out violently.

Whoosh!

Those whips, like iron chains, entangled the blade with lightning speed.

The blade vibrated, chains quivered, light bursting forth everywhere.

For a moment, they couldn’t be snapped apart.

Wuo Tong vanished from where he stood, appeared in close, and his giant fist smashed fiercely onto the saber.

Bang!

Xu Yang grunted, forced to retreat several steps.

He barely steadied himself, swallowing back the blood rising in his throat.

“This guy’s strength was top among his peers. If I want to beat him, I’ll have to take risks!”

Xu Yang’s face was grave—he deeply sensed the gap between them.

But luckily, he didn’t need to truly defeat him.

“Now for the last move—I won’t be holding back.”

Wuo Tong’s icy voice echoed all around.

The elders squinted with satisfaction inside.

“Go ahead, then.”

Xu Yang sneered coldly, not in the least afraid.

A super-grade Blood Beast Elixir silently merged into his body from the cauldron.

Boom!

His whole body shook; True Essence roared to life.

“Kill!”

Xu Yang burst forward, slashing down hard.

The blade flare spat several zhang, the ink-black edge like countless demon shadows whirling together.

The terrifying aura of savagery made Wuo Tong’s face flicker.

He bit the tip of his tongue, forcibly clearing his mind!

“What a terrifying Demon Dragon Saber!”

“Damn it—is this guy even human?”

Even for Wuo Tong, chills crept down his spine.

Luckily, his strength was at Late Stage of Yin Realm.

If he was even a little weaker—at Middle Stage—he’d be in big trouble!

But precisely that made the sharpness in Wuo Tong’s eyes intensify.

He wanted to resist?

“Go ahead, kneel for me!”

Wuo Tong lunged, swinging his palm down.

His palm was like a giant millstone; crimson-gold True Essence surged like blinding flames, sweeping aside a portion of the oppressive fury instantly.

“Good!”

Watching this, Wuo Longyue couldn’t help but shout in approval.

Good, my ass!

Xu Yang cursed inwardly, his face contorted.

In the instant of impact as blade met fist, Spiritual Power erupted.

Lock God Seal burst out of nowhere.

Boom!

“Ah~~”

Without warning, Wuo Tong shrieked miserably, his facial muscles warping near explosion, veins bulging, mouth spewing blood.

His soul was splitting!

Agony past bearing!

Palm clashed with Demon Dragon Saber, just behind!

Crack-Boom!

The two of them both shot back violently!

“How can it be?”

“Even with the Demon Dragon Saber, he couldn’t have made the Eldest Young Master…”

The crowd was dumbfounded.

The pride on Wuo Longyue’s face froze!

Wuo Tong was retreating—wounded!

He had meant to bully the weak, yet ended up like this? Utter humiliation!

“Aaaahhh—bastard! I’ll kill you!”

Wuo Tong roared in pain, eyes scarlet, staring at Xu Yang like a beast as he charged at him madly.

“The Demon Dragon Saber’s savage force plus Lock God Seal—what a result!”

Xu Yang’s mind flashed a thought, eyes fixed on the berserk Wuo Tong, wearing a sly grin.

“Three moves are done—now take my blade!”

Without waiting, Xu Yang tossed the Demon Dragon Saber straight at him.

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