Free Web NovelChapter 547: Chapter 545: This Guy Is Way Too Arrogant
"Evil tide, evil spirits."
Xu Yang’s eyes flickered with light.
Just what I needed, and now it appears.
According to what that guy said, evil qi and evil spirits of this level are valuable for him.
On one hand, he could use it to temper his resistance to evil qi; on the other, he could refine evil qi and evil spirits into pills.
"Thanks."
Xu Yang cupped his hands slightly, then strode straight into the evil qi zone.
Seeing Xu Yang’s actions, the martial artist raised an eyebrow: "High-tier True Monarch, yet so decisive—looks like he’s not simple."
"Fuck it, I’m not going in."
With lingering fear, he glanced at the surging tide of evil qi, cursed under his breath, and quickly left.
As soon as Xu Yang entered the evil qi, he heard chaotic noises everywhere.
He focused his eyes—some were grappling with evil spirits; some had red eyes filled with violence, losing control of their minds and attacking anyone on sight.
Others were powerhouses, unafraid of the corrosion of evil qi, charging forward relentlessly.
"This evil qi really isn’t weak."
Xu Yang felt his minghuo flicker, a surge of irritability rising within—he immediately realized it was the intangible influence of the evil qi.
Buzz!
Minghuo trembled, and with his mind firmly held, the discomfort was instantly discarded. freewebnσvel.cѳm
"Shi Hu should be here too, right?"
"Kill!"
A martial artist, eyes blood-red, wielding a sharp sword, unleashed a violent wave of blades, slashing toward him from the side.
Xu Yang twisted his body, dodging like a phantom, appearing behind the assailant, and slammed a palm down.
Bang!
The attacker let out a miserable scream, crashed to the ground, spitting blood.
But the crimson in his eyes faded significantly.
He staggered to his feet, gasping for air, looking at Xu Yang with gratitude on his face.
"Thank you."
Xu Yang waved his hand lightly, drifting away.
"Careful, there are lots of puppets inside too."
Upon hearing the reminder from behind, Xu Yang was startled—puppets as well?
Evil tide, evil spirits, and now puppets—this place is simply a deathtrap.
Just in these few moments, he’d seen over a dozen martial artists, more than half already affected by evil qi. It’s clear that not many will make it through in the end.
Defeat!
A phantom spirit body suddenly shot out from the evil tide like lightning, barreling straight toward Xu Yang.
Xu Yang could even see its twisted shape, vaguely forming a ghastly, monstrous face.
It seemed to be imitating the expressions of those mind-lost martial artists, trying to scare him.
"Trying to frighten me?"
Xu Yang couldn’t help but laugh, then stood motionless, letting the evil spirit attack him.
"Damn, that kid’s done for."
"The evil spirit hasn’t even passed and he’s already not reacting—must be controlled by the evil qi."
"I thought High-tier True Monarchs venturing in here would be capable, but didn’t expect him to be useless."
The martial artists nearby shook their heads at the sight.
Poof!
The evil spirit dove straight into Xu Yang’s brow.
Roar!
A sharp screech resounded in his sea of consciousness.
The evil spirit lunged savagely for his minghuo.
But as it approached, the evil spirit was suddenly overtaken by terror.
This minghuo was somehow different from others—it felt like it was about to collapse.
The evil spirit made a snap decision, wanting to flee into the sea of consciousness.
"And now you want to run?"
Xu Yang sneered; he intended to use the evil spirit for his own tempering.
In an instant, minghuo surged, unleashing a massive, enveloping suction force over the evil spirit.
Ahhh~~
The evil spirit screamed, dragged violently over. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
Poof!
At the moment it struck minghuo, the evil spirit wailed shrilly, its body twisting violently.
Meanwhile, Xu Yang felt his mind shake, a torrent of agonizing pain tearing at him, swamped by a ferocious, violent urge.
He held his mind firm, letting the fury rampage, constantly harvesting the power of minghuo.
Ten breaths passed.
The evil spirit collapsed.
Xu Yang exhaled deeply, shaking his head slightly: "Not quite as terrifying as I’d imagined."
A single evil spirit seemed too little.
Xu Yang sprang up, darting away like lightning.
This scene instantly stunned several martial artists battling evil spirits in the distance; their eyes nearly popped out.
"What happened? That kid’s not dead?"
"Maybe he’s been possessed by the evil spirit?"
"Possessed my ass! Look closer, he’s perfectly fine!"
"Unbelievable."
...
"So many evil spirits."
Xu Yang’s eyes gleamed, feeling the intensity of evil qi here, nodding in satisfaction.
Immediately, he sat cross-legged on the spot, as if no one else existed.
Sure enough, this action attracted a surge of evil spirits at once.
At least a dozen evil spirits screeched, churning up swathes of evil qi, swooping toward him.
"Damn, that lunatic—he’s actually courting dozens of evil spirits on purpose!"
"Whatever, let’s get out of here."
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Poof, poof, poof!!
Xu Yang’s sea of consciousness trembled as stream after stream of evil spirits rampaged inside him.
At the same time, the evil qi surged like a tide, drowning him completely.
This sight made several martial artists’ hearts pound and their flesh crawl.
They couldn’t even imagine what kind of torment it must be to be invaded all at once by more than a dozen evil spirits.
Hiss!
Xu Yang drew a sharp breath, his whole body shaking.
He had compressed his minghuo to the utmost limit—when the dozen-plus evil spirits engulfed him, the sensation was simply beyond words.
It was as if he had instantly ascended into the world of evil spirits.
Frenzied violence came in waves, surging and overwhelming, stabbing at his soul like blades, rending it layer by layer—intensely eroded by fiendish evil.
Xu Yang clung to his will, resisting by instinct!
As time passed, the sea of consciousness churned with evil qi, the screeching of evil spirits enough to make one’s scalp tingle.
Minghuo flickered, and shadows crawl eerily across its surface.
Yet, Xu Yang seemed to be growing numb to the pain, letting it assault him, his will unmoved, a mountain amid the storm.
Gradually, the evil spirits grew frantic, their attacks turning chaotic.
Xu Yang slowly regained clarity, sensing the change, smiled faintly, and unleashed minghuo.
Boom!
Black flames swept through the sea of consciousness; all evil qi collapsed; evil spirits screamed in agony.
In just a few breaths, the sea of consciousness returned to normal.
"The tempering effect of these evil spirits is truly impressive!"
Xu Yang licked his lips, dispelling the evil qi around him and brushed his gaze into the depths.
Intense combat fluctuations were surging ahead.
He rose and rushed off at once.
He saw a dozen martial artists fiercely fighting a horde of evil spirits, a terrifying spectacle.
"Shi Hu."
Xu Yang’s eyes lit up.
Shi Hu was among them; that guy’s speed was pretty damn good.
Xu Yang muttered, then flickered closer.
"Who’s there?"
Shi Hu, extremely alert, repelled an evil spirit like lightning, then pivoted sharply.
Upon seeing Xu Yang, his face split into joy: "You finally showed up."
"Quick, help me out—these evil spirits are a real pain!"
"Step back."
Xu Yang said coolly.
"Alright."
Shi Hu didn’t understand, but still backed away without hesitation.
Xu Yang took his place, abruptly launching the Heaven-Devouring Spirit-Eating Skill.
An overwhelming devouring suction burst out, sweeping over a hundred zhang like a tidal wave.
Instantly, the other martial artists were startled, scrambling to retreat at full speed.
But when they saw Xu Yang, they all froze.
"What’s he doing?"
"Holy shit!"
Dozens of evil spirits rampaged like mad, rushing toward Xu Yang.
The vast cloud of evil qi overhead was drawn in, rolling down.
In a blink, Xu Yang was swallowed by evil qi.
Dozens of evil spirits twisted into all kinds of monstrous forms, shrieking, lunging fiercely at him.
Gulp!
Unconsciously, Shi Hu swallowed hard, every hair on end.
He knew Xu Yang was strong, but this—this was pure insanity.
Everyone felt their hearts in their throats.
"This bastard is way too cocky," Shi Hu couldn’t help but mutter.
At the same time, in the area above.
Two young men stared down, frowning deeply.
"This bastard is just too arrogant."
"I feel like he’s provoking us!"
"None of the earlier evil spirits could corrupt him, but now he’s drawn even more. If he keeps going, everyone else will breeze through."
The two exchanged looks, their eyes turning cold.
"Doesn’t he claim to have an unbreakable will, immune to evil spirit corruption? Let’s give him something big."
