90. Give It To Me

Chen Xuan kept his eyes on the three demons, quickly pulling up the lottery interface.

“System, a ten-draw pull!”

He hoped to obtain something useful that would allow him to defeat them all.

Ding! Congratulations, host! You've obtained a ninth-grade martial technique…

Ding! Congratulations, host! You've obtained…

Ding…

…

Ding! Congratulations, host! You've obtained a Samsara Realm Experience Card.

Ding! Congratulations, host! You've obtained a Quick Recovery Pill.

After the draw, Chen Xuan focused on the last two items.

Samsara Realm Experience Card: Allows the user to temporarily experience Samsara Realm power. Duration: 30 minutes.

Quick Recovery Pill: Quickly restores the user’s energy upon consumption.

Perfect! Just when he needed it, the system delivered exactly what he wanted.

Without hesitation, Chen Xuan deactivated the Kaio Ken and tossed the Quick Recovery Pill into his mouth. Intense energy flowed from his mouth, merging into his bloodstream and quickly restoring his power.

“So, kid, your temporary power-boosting technique’s time limit is up?” The Eight Devil General taunted as he saw Chen Xuan’s strength fall back to the peak of the Nine Yuan Nirvana Realm after consuming a pill.

Chen Xuan ignored him and activated the Samsara Experience Card. Instantly, his power surged to the Samsara Realm!

While the Eight Devil General was still in shock, Chen Xuan reactivated the Kaio Ken

Boom!

The energy wave intensified, raising his power to the level that touched upon the Reincarnation Stage!

Chen Xuan clenched his fist and looked at the Eight Devil General. “So, how much of an advantage do you have now?”

“Heh, even if you’ve boosted your power, it’s not your true strength. Let’s see how long you can keep it up!” scoffed the Eight Devil General, wielding his ghostly blade and charging toward Chen Xuan, a terrifying aura of dark magic enveloping him. As he swung his blade, the air around them seemed to twist.

“Enough to deal with you!” Chen Xuan struck out with his sword, unleashing a towering sword shadow that clashed with the demon’s weapon.

Bang!

The two forces collided, shaking the heavens. The Eight Devil General, with his terrifying demonic aura, launched a relentless assault, but Chen Xuan held his ground, single-handedly trading blows with him.

Their battle cast a shadow over the entire Tianyan Mountain Range. From a distance, Mo Jingtian and his group watched in awe, protecting Yun Yun and the others.

Even at such a distance, the aftermath of the battle made them tremble; if they were closer, even the shockwaves could consume them!

The Eight Devil General laughed coldly. “Kid, even though you’ve boosted your realm, what can you do against me?”

“Oh, really?” Chen Xuan sneered, raising a finger.

Suddenly, a surge of dark energy emerged behind the Eight Devil General. He felt a chill at his neck and turned to see a skeletal elder in a black crown holding a sinister scythe aimed at his neck.

Slash!

“Huh? Ha, I thought that would hurt! It’s just a—”

Before he could finish, he noticed, horrified, a crack forming in his very soul. Before he could react, the black-crowned elder threw a dark chain around his soul, pulling it out of his body and into the ominous, smoking banner!

Chen Xuan pointed his sword at the two remaining demons. “You’re next!”

The two demons, one tall and one short, trembled in terror.

Their Devil General had been killed, and their strength was only equivalent to the Profound Death Realm. The tall one suddenly understood why he’d been feeling so uneasy lately—this was the reason!

There was no time to think; he immediately crushed the black jade talisman in his hand.

Instantly, a wave of dark energy surged from the talisman and shot toward the sky.

In the heavens, a massive black rift opened, emitting a terrifying, ominous aura.

"Who are you from the Devil Prison?" Chen Xuan fixed his gaze on the enormous black rift.

“These useless fools actually forced me to take action personally!” came an angry voice from within the rift.

Then, a massive figure slowly took form in the sky. The figure was clad in a black robe and appeared humanoid, but with a pair of menacing demon wings extending from his back. The wings, pitch black, emanated a power capable of destroying everything.

“My name is Di Ming; you may call me the Devil King of the Underworld! The one you killed earlier was one of my eight Devil Generals,” Di Ming sneered, narrowing his eyes.

A King-rank demon? In Chen Xuan’s experience, apart from the Ten Demon Kings, the strongest demons were at the Reincarnation Stage, a level he could still handle.

But with limited time, Chen Xuan wasn’t planning to delay.

“If you want to save Lin Dong, make your move!” he called.

“Heh, such arrogance—you truly underestimate the power of my race.” Di Ming gave a sinister laugh, then pointed a finger.

A viscous, liquid-like beam of dark energy tore through the sky, rocketing toward Chen Xuan at lightning speed.

Chen Xuan’s killing intent surged as he wielded the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Two black shadows emerged from the banner, colliding with the dark energy beam.

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed across the sky, shaking the entire Great Desolate County.

“What kind of treasure is that? Give it to me, and I might just spare your life!” Di Ming’s gaze locked onto the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a gleam of greed flashing in his eyes. With such a treasure, his power could reach new heights—he might even surpass the Heaven Devil King!

“You want it? Come and take it!” Chen Xuan replied with a calm smile.

“You said it!” Di Ming grinned as a wave of overwhelming dark energy surged behind him, forming into a gigantic bird-like beast.

The beast spread its massive wings, blotting out the sun.

“Die!” Di Ming commanded as he brought his hand down.

The massive bird-beast dove at Chen Xuan, creating a trail of sonic booms in its wake.

Chen Xuan watched the oncoming dark beast and brought out his ancestral symbol collection book, summoning both the Darkness Ancestral Symbol and the Devouring Ancestral Symbol.

“You… you possess two ancestral symbols?!” Di Ming looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, his murderous intent for Chen Xuan growing even stronger.

But Chen Xuan raised his hand. “Ancestral Symbols, exterminate the demon! Ancestral Stone, purify!”

The Ancestral Stone was something Chen Xuan had taken from Lin Dong and refined to serve his own use.

“Damn it!” Realizing the restraining power of the ancestral symbols, Di Ming cursed, extending a claw to snatch up Lin Dong.

Then he threw his two subordinates—one tall, one short—toward Chen Xuan, attempting to flee.