Chapter 847: Xu the Great Demon King, Nightmare Crush

Xu Xiaoshou swore.

He swore solemnly!

Taking Xiao Jing's hand, his original intention was truly just to prevent those dozen or so zongshi from dying.

After all, anyone who could come here must have some points on them, more or less.

Xiao Jing was clearly driven to desperation by the pursuit, to the point of not even caring about points and just killing outright.

But killing here was pointless! Even if someone died, they would just be teleported out of the Yunlun Mountains. Besides venting anger, which wasn't practical, what else could you gain?

Nothing at all!

Points were valuable—how could you just let them go?

With that in mind, Xu Xiaoshou decided to step in for his own point reserves and block Xiao Jing's "Yan Bao" technique.

His method was simple: use his fist to pry open Xiao Jing's hand and stop him from gripping.

But he forgot—his fully formed passive skills could touch others, yet others...

Forget about gripping!

Even a light touch might kill them on the spot!

"Ah—"

A shrill scream rang out.

Intense pain hit, twisting Xiao Jing's face into a mess.

His face turned deathly pale, sucking in cold air through gritted teeth as he wildly retreated, shaking his hand.

Blood gushed from his wrist like a fountain, the flesh mangled. All he could do was wrap it with lingyuan to stop the wound from worsening.

Then he pulled out pills, swallowing them frantically to staunch the bleeding.

The bleeding stopped.

But his hand was gone...

Who carries a fifth-grade Xiao Fushu Dan around normally?

Such a rare pill—Xiao Jing would have to go back to his family, apply for it, and exchange it with contribution points.

He didn't have it with him!

And he never imagined that a simple grip would leave him maimed, without any warning!

Normally, ling refinement masters have protective lingyuan, and even in the most dangerous moments, they stay vigilant and can activate defensive ling techniques.

But in this grip, Xiao Jing didn't feel any threat at all!

He couldn't even detect any hostility, lingyuan fluctuations, or attack intent from the young man opposite him.

Yet, his hand was gone...

Just like that, in this bizarre, abnormal way...

His hand was gone!

"Who are you!!!" Xiao Jing was losing his mind.

His hand that held the ji was gone just like that.

How could he fight his way out against over two hundred zongshi?

He had just obtained the fire element source stone and just broken through to Xing Si Jing...

Xiao Jing had been full of high spirits, believing he was unbeatable below the wangzuo level.

But then this thing suddenly appeared...

"What the hell is this!"

"Is this guy a hedgehog?"

"Even a hedgehog doesn't have such disgusting attacks!"

Xiao Jing was frantic, cursing the young man in front of him and his ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

Xu Xiaoshou saw Xiao Jing's hysterical reaction after that "accidental" strike and was stunned.

After a moment,

He quickly realized.

"Good one, you're just a zongshi—don't even have the regeneration ability of a wangzuo?"

Having fought wangzuo for so long, Xu Xiaoshou's basic attacks always involved covering enemy wounds with sword intent to prevent instant recovery.

He never expected that in the Yunlun Mountains, the trial participants he encountered couldn't even handle his unconscious passive counterattack and ended up severely injured.

"This..."

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless.

This was way too weak!

Sure enough, sword dao wasn't his strong suit—it was at least predictable in its strength.

But if he switched to a different attack style, charging in with his full set of passive skills for close combat against the various trial participants...

It would be a nightmare!

Who could withstand that?

Probably, for all the trial participants who fought him afterward, the nightmare lingering in their minds would be exactly this scene.

"Don't be afraid."

Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts shifted in a flash.

Soon, he calmed down and adjusted his thinking to match that of the zongshi trial participants.

"Xiao Jing, brother, right?"

Xu Xiaoshou said sincerely, "No need to panic. I'm not here to kill you. I'm only interested in the fire element source stone in your hand. Hand it over, and I'll protect you fully!"

Xiao Jing was so angry his lungs felt like bursting.

Staring at that feigned sincere face, he couldn't hold back: "Do you even know who I am? Today, anyone who dares to touch me—forget the fire element source stone, even if it's..."

Xiao Jing was a Tai Xu successor.

He was the unparalleled genius of the Xiao family and had mastered the Xuxiang.

But just as his threatening words were about to spill out, amid the surrounding zongshi's discussions, someone clearly recognized the identity of the person in front of him.

"Xu Shao?"

"Damn, how did he get here?"

"Who is this guy? Looks like he's got a strong physical body..." Some didn't recognize him.

"The successor of the Ban Sheng, Wushuang Shengti, Sword Dao Wangzuo, eastern overlord—Xu Desai!" A familiar person gave a quick summary.

Everyone was stunned.

"So many titles—are you serious?"

"Nonsense! The boss of the eastern Xu Bang. I escaped from that hell-mode start... How did he end up here? Like a dog-skin plaster!"

The discussions quieted down nearby.

The moment someone shouted "Sword Dao Wangzuo, Wushuang Shengti," everyone knew it was over.

This was a big boss!

You couldn't measure him with the standards of an ordinary zongshi's power!

So, some people had already started stealthily withdrawing, wanting to leave the area.

Xiao Jing heard these discussions and cut off his own boastful words.

He had the Xuxiang.

But the successor of the Ban Sheng might have the Shengxiang!

"Xu Shao?" Xiao Jing asked tentatively.

Xu Xiaoshou nodded: "Since you recognize me, things are easier. I won't let you lose out. Hand over your fire element source stone to me, and as a fourth-grade Lian Dan Wangzuo, I can help treat that injury on your hand." He pointed at Xiao Jing's severed wrist.

Xiao Jing's lips started twitching.

Damn it, wasn't that injury caused by you?

"I..." Xiao Jing still wanted to think it over.

Xu Xiaoshou had been smiling, but suddenly he drew the black sword Cang Ku, his face turning serious as he placed it against the major artery on Xiao Jing's neck: "I'll give you three seconds to decide."

"Sizzle sizzle."

Xu Xiaoshou didn't move.

But Cang Ku did.

So, blood started seeping from Xiao Jing's neck.

"Damn!"

Realizing what was happening, Xiao Jing's mentality shattered.

What kind of person is this!

How could there be such a player?

He was just talking nicely a second ago, and now he's flipped!

At least give me a way out!

And didn't you say three seconds to think? Why are you already drawing your sword and cutting my neck? Don't I, a Tai Xu successor, have any face?

Xiao Jing's face turned green.

Xu Xiaoshou, realizing Cang Ku had played him, silently moved the sword back a few inches and started counting.

"Three, two, one—have you thought it through?"

Xiao Jing was dazed.

"Passive value +1 from being suspected."

What kind of person is this? How does he count so fast...

Yet, with the unparalleled sword intent and invincible physical body, Xu Shao stood before him like an unassailable force.

Xiao Jing suddenly found that in front of someone like this, he truly couldn't muster even a hint of resistance.

"I give in."

He cupped his hands and handed over the fire element source stone.

Only then did he realize that, at some point, the stone in his hand had been swapped for a ling crystal.

And by now, Xu Shao was already examining the source stone in his hand.

Xiao Jing: "..."

"Passive value +1 from being cursed."

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled and put away Cang Ku. Everything had come so easily.

Staring at the source stone, he marvelled, "What a great item. A fire element source stone—its pure fire attribute dao principles feel much stronger than the Dao Wen Initial Stone."

Liu Changqing landed beside him and explained, "The Dao Wen Initial Stone is a supreme treasure, containing thousands of great dao rules—it's the foundational enlightenment. That makes it much stronger than a single-attribute source stone, even useful for Zhan Dao. Of course, at the zongshi or wangzuo level, getting a source stone that matches your attribute is more beneficial than obtaining a Dao Wen Initial Stone."

Xu Xiaoshou turned his gaze: "Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure."

Liu Changqing's eyelids twitched wildly, thinking to himself that it was a good thing his Tianji technique was always active—Xu Shao, you can't say things like that; it could get people killed...

By now, most of the surrounding zongshi had retreated.

But some greedy ones, not fearing death, shouted and charged with thirty or fifty people.

Xu Xiaoshou drew his sword.

This time, he didn't sweep with sword energy.

His figure flickered like a ghost, weaving through them.

In one charge and return, each of those thirty or fifty zongshi had a gruesome wound torn open on their bodies.

"Pfft!" Someone spat blood.

"Uh, what kind of damage is this?" Someone clutched their chest.

"What speed is that—space attribute?" Someone couldn't believe it.

The zongshi who were still gathering lingyuan froze, their faces filled with terror.

Xiao Jing, watching from the back with his severed hand, saw it clearest and felt even more panicked.

Too fast!

As a successor of the Tai Xu family, he had top-tier movement techniques.

But Xu Shao's speed, combined with his terrifying combat awareness, was beyond even what an ordinary wangzuo could match—even with the fire element source stone, he couldn't compare.

How could anyone fight back?

Xu Xiaoshou sheathed his sword and returned to his spot, looking at those foolish zongshi and smiling: "You all really had to charge ahead, huh? Like not turning back until you hit the south wall. I didn't want to hurt anyone, but you insisted on trying."

The thirty or fifty zongshi clutched their chests, unable to say a word.

"Passive value +46 from being cursed."

"Stay put and don't move. Wait for me to come back—you won't die. Relax."

Xu Xiaoshou tossed out the words, then soared into the air. He glanced back at Xiao Jing: "That goes for you too."

Xiao Jing: "..."

Do I dare move?

I don't dare move at all!

The forty-plus people just watched as Xu Xiaoshou flew up, not knowing what he was up to.

By then, the other hundred or so zongshi who had scattered to escape had run as far as they could.

They thought that even if they couldn't beat the Ban Sheng successor, at least they could run.

But when they reached the edge of the mountain, it was as if they had hit a ghost—they were all bounced back.

"A formation?"

Now, everyone panicked.

A formation covering a radius of one li—this was huge...

When was it set up?

And by whom?

Xu Xiaoshou flew to the highest point and called out with a smile: "Everyone, no need to run. You've all been surrounded by me, Xu someone. Just head back quietly, hand over your points, and I guarantee I'll only plunder each of you once. No more than that."

"Passive value +125 from being suspected."

"Passive value +146 from being cursed."

Not a single one turned back.

Seeing his words had no effect, Xu Xiaoshou got angry.

He raised his hand.

"Boom!"

Sword energy erupted in all directions, exploding into white killing shadows on the formation barrier, soaring skyward.

"Three breaths' time—if you don't come back, you die!"

Everyone's hearts trembled in unison.

Such momentum truly suppressed the hundred or so of them.

Could one person's power be this terrifying?

Why did this Xu Shao get here so quickly?

Those who had witnessed Xu Shao's ferocious combat at Tian Shang First Tower had already wisely turned back, but clearly, there were zongshi who had been plundered twice before and were now charging the formation again!

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes instantly locked on those eighteen zongshi. With Cang Ku trembling in his hand,

"Swish swish swish..."

matchless sword energy arrived in an instant.

Those eighteen zongshi didn't even have time to turn before the sword energy swept through, separating their heads from their bodies.

"Hiss!"

Everyone who saw this with their spiritual sense shivered in fear.

"He's serious..."

Now, no one dared to act rashly.

Xu Xiaoshou gripped the excitedly trembling Cang Ku and began counting down: "Three!"

The word fell.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—over a hundred figures slid back, returning to the edge of the pit they had dug themselves into.

Everyone stared at the deep pit in front of them, speechless for a moment.

What was this?

Digging their own pit and burying themselves?

"Very good, you're all so obedient. I like obedient ones like this."

Xu Xiaoshou descended, pulling out his trial jade pendant. He pointed at one of them and said, "No messing around. Start lining up, one by one. After I plunder, go to the side and rest. No one leaves without my order."

The two hundred zongshi were like puppets on strings, under Xu Shao's oppressive might. Not even a thought of resistance arose in their hearts as they began to line up.

Xiao Jing, watching from the side, was dumbfounded.

How did he do that?

In a situation with so many people, would they normally accept this kind of control?

Even if it was Xu Shao, even if he was unparalleled in sword dao...

At least, they could try to fight, right?

They were so fierce when chasing me, but now they wilted at a real tough opponent?

Xiao Jing frowned at this strange scene and suddenly thought of something.

"Qi Shi?"

Yes.

The area was filled with the aura of absolute dominance radiating from Xu Shao.

Under this overwhelming aura, everyone felt an innate urge not to resist. If they had joined forces early, maybe they could have dispelled it.

But it was too late.

After seeing Xu Shao draw his sword, that aura had etched itself into their hearts like a ghostly nightmare—intangible, yet undeniably real.

"How terrifying..."

Xiao Jing clutched his severed wrist, feeling even more awe toward Xu Shao.

This was a great demon king!

Sword dao was easy to master, ling refinement easy to cultivate.

But this kind of unparalleled aura— for a young man like him, how much tempering and experience would it take to develop?

"Next."

"Drip."

"Next."

"Drip."

"Next..."

On the other side, Xu Xiaoshou had already started processing them.

Each person left his side with an increase in points on his trial jade pendant.

And it had to be said, after several days since the Yunlun Mountains opened, those who made it here were the elites among the trial participants.

Most had several thousand points.

The lowest was six thousand.

The highest was even forty thousand!

Clearly, many lives had been taken.

After one round of plundering, Xu Xiaoshou's previously lagging ranking on the points leaderboard shot up, directly into the top three.