After Being Reborn, I Refuse To Be The Holy Son Of The Sect Anymore

Chapter 130:

Xiao Yang put on his mask and intercepted Fire Demon Tong Yan. At the same time, a surge of overwhelming demonic energy erupted from the direction of the cave, instantly engulfing the entire area in a dark haze, as if a supreme demon had been unleashed upon the world.

“What…?” Tong Yan’s eyes widened in shock as he saw the towering demonic energy rising into the sky. Had those two actually brought the sect’s ultimate killing formation here? The thought alone sent shivers down his spine. That was the Twelve Heavenly Demon Execution Array, the very core of the Demonic Sect’s arsenal. Could Ming He and Yin Yue really be planning to use such a powerful formation against Ling Daochen?

Just then, a figure silently approached from a distance, blending into the mist and observing coldly. Xiao Yang immediately sensed a subtle yet powerful presence lurking nearby. Someone was watching him from the shadows.

Li Gaitian.

“You sneaky rat, seeking death!” Tong Yan, unaware of Li Gaitian’s presence, locked his gaze onto the masked Xiao Yang. Without hesitation, he extended his right hand, sending five blazing streaks of flame hurtling toward Xiao Yang. The scorching demonic fire radiated immense heat, rapidly raising the temperature and dispersing the surrounding mist.

“Hmph!” Xiao Yang pointed a single finger, unleashing a surge of sword energy that shattered the five incoming flames. The residual force of his strike continued forward, aimed directly at Tong Yan’s outstretched hand.

“What?!” Tong Yan was startled and quickly retracted his hand. His opponent was also a sword cultivator.

“With fire, manifest form! Fire clones!” Tong Yan roared, and in an instant, several flaming figures emerged from his body, charging toward Xiao Yang with ferocious intensity. The oppressive heat distorted the air, as if the void itself would ignite.

Behind his mask, Xiao Yang’s lips curled into a smirk. He extended his right hand, fingers outstretched.

Buzz!

The void trembled, and from Xiao Yang’s palm, a bottomless black vortex appeared, emitting a terrifying force of absorption. The entire space seemed to collapse into the vortex, and within moments, all of Tong Yan’s fire clones were sucked into Xiao Yang’s palm and vanished without a trace.

With the True Yang Sacred Body and the Fire Kirin Beast sealed within his right arm using the Futian Beast Mastery Technique, Xiao Yang’s mastery over fire surpassed Tong Yan’s. Using fire against him was like displaying a blade before a master swordsman.

“Impossible…” Tong Yan looked on in disbelief. This masked figure had easily dispelled his most potent fire clones.

With a flick of his wrist, a flame-wreathed demonic blade appeared in Tong Yan’s hand. Gripping it tightly, he swung the blade down toward Xiao Yang with ferocious might.

Xiao Yang sidestepped swiftly, avoiding the deadly slash. The impact left the ground trembling, sending dust and debris flying. Where the blade struck, the earth split apart, leaving a deep hundred-zhang-long scar that crackled with lingering flames.

“Die!” Tong Yan roared, slashing once more.

This time, Xiao Yang didn’t evade. Clenching his right fist, flames surged up his arm, instantly incinerating his sleeve. The shadowy figure of a ferocious beast flickered on his arm, radiating an overpowering aura.

“What? Sealing a beast within the body? That’s an ancient beast mastery technique!” Tong Yan gasped in shock.

Xiao Yang’s fist collided head-on with the descending demonic blade.

Boom!

A violent explosion erupted from his punch, flames roaring as the beastly power erupted forth. The shockwave sent Tong Yan flying backward, his demonic blade forced upward by the sheer force of the impact.

Tong Yan’s face paled in horror. This masked opponent had deflected his demonic blade with his bare fists?

Xiao Yang took another step forward, throwing another powerful punch.

The air exploded with force, and the punch crashed down like an avalanche, its momentum unstoppable.

Once again, Tong Yan was forced backward, unable to withstand the relentless assault.

Xiao Yang seamlessly fused the power of the Fire Kirin Beast with his own, overwhelming Tong Yan despite his advanced cultivation.

Meanwhile, back at the cave, waves of demonic energy churned in the air.

Ling Daochen stood resolutely within the Twelve Heavenly Demon Execution Array, sword in hand, maintaining his composure. The swirling demonic mist around him seemed alive, with countless wailing shadows lurking within.

A figure emerged from the rolling demonic fog—Ming He.

“Surrender, or die,” Ming He said coldly, standing with his hands behind his back.

“I would rather die in battle than surrender,” Ling Daochen responded, his eyes locked onto Ming He with unyielding determination.

“Then die!” Ming He smirked and activated the killing formation.

The twelve demonic banners erupted with overwhelming power, their towering presence exuding an aura of death. Dark figures writhed within the banners, as though demonic entities were trying to break free.

Ling Daochen’s body tensed as the formation’s suppressive force sought to trap him, locking the surrounding space in place.

“Nine Suns Radiance!”

With a powerful shout, Ling Daochen unleashed his strongest technique.

An endless surge of sword energy erupted from Ling Daochen, with nine dazzling sword lights suddenly appearing around him. The violent sword aura exploded in full force, sweeping across the heavens and earth. Within the darkened demonic formation, it was as if nine divine suns had risen, their radiant sword light dispelling the darkness and illuminating everything around them.

The surrounding demonic energy was forcefully scattered, and the suppressive force of the formation was momentarily shattered.

“Kill!” Ling Daochen roared, sending an incredibly sharp sword light piercing straight toward Ming He.

“What?!” Ming He was startled. He quickly retreated, a surge of dark light emanating from his body to block the incoming sword light. However, Ling Daochen pressed forward relentlessly.

“Twelve Heavenly Demons, execute!” Ming He shouted, activating the full force of the demonic formation. In an instant, twelve terrifying demonic shadows emerged from the twelve towering banners and charged straight at Ling Daochen.

His sword light, which had shone so brightly, was now being overwhelmed and suppressed as the world once again fell into darkness.

“This…!” Ling Daochen’s face changed dramatically as he recognized the formation.

The Twelve Heavenly Demon Execution Array!

It was the very core formation of the Demonic Sect. Even as a peak-level Martial Saint sword cultivator, Ling Daochen panicked. This formation was designed to kill even celestial beings!

Merging with his sword, Ling Daochen transformed into a streak of sword light and soared skyward, attempting to break free of the encirclement. However, the formation sealed the surrounding space completely, and his sword light was stopped by an invisible force.

Meanwhile, the twelve demonic shadows closed in with terrifying speed.

Ling Daochen’s sword light managed to pierce through one of the demonic figures, but his sword was instantly corroded by the dark energy, and its once brilliant glow dimmed. To his horror, the demonic figure remained unscathed and turned to attack him again.

“This…!” Ling Daochen was stunned.

With the demonic shadows closing in, he dared not engage them head-on and could only evade with all his might.

“Trying to escape? It’s too late!” Ming He sneered. Although he had managed to trap Ling Daochen, capturing a peak Martial Saint was no easy task.

…

Meanwhile, in another part of the valley, Xiao Yang was locked in a fierce battle with Fire Demon Tong Yan.

Tong Yan, a master of fire-based demonic techniques, wielded a blazing crimson demonic blade, slashing with overwhelming force. However, Xiao Yang was even more aggressive, countering every strike with his bare fists and repeatedly sending Tong Yan flying backward.

With every punch, Xiao Yang’s force shattered the earth and sky, clashing directly with Tong Yan’s flaming demonic blade.

“Who the hell are you?!” Tong Yan was in shock. Since when had the Northern Territory produced such a formidable Martial Saint?

“Come on, Tong Sanhuo. You’re a well-known figure in the Demonic Sect, yet you’re asking such a dumb question?” Xiao Yang said, exasperated.

“What did you say?!” Tong Yan was furious.

“I mean, isn’t it obvious? I’m wearing a mask. Of course, I don’t want you to know who I am.” Xiao Yang sneered.

“You…!” Tong Yan, both angry and humiliated, unleashed his full power.

The demonic blade in his hand erupted with monstrous flames, forming a colossal flaming demonic dragon that lunged at Xiao Yang with incredible force. The dragon, forged from blade energy, was domineering and absolute. Tong Yan’s strike even drew in the surrounding spiritual energy, amplifying its might several times over.

He wanted nothing more than to slice Xiao Yang in half.

With a faint smile, Xiao Yang channeled the power of the Fire Kirin sealed in his right arm. His fist shot forward, colliding directly with the incoming flame dragon.

Clang!

A deafening metallic clang echoed through the valley.

Tong Yan’s flaming demonic dragon exploded into countless embers, the terrifying demonic flames dissipated by Xiao Yang’s overwhelming fist force.

The impact shook Tong Yan to his core, his hands trembling uncontrollably as his demonic blade was sent flying from his grasp. Intense pain surged through his arms.

“What…!” Tong Yan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Before he could react, Xiao Yang’s fist crashed into his chest.

Boom!
Crack!

The sound of bones breaking rang out as Tong Yan was sent flying, his body slamming violently into the ground.

Xiao Yang was about to finish him off when, suddenly, a shadow appeared behind him.

A hand shot forward, gripping Xiao Yang’s head.

“You can die now!”

Li Gaitian’s cold voice whispered behind him.