Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

"Master."

Xu Ruoruo covered her mouth, tears streaming from her eyes.

She had followed Yuanmie since childhood, sharing a bond that was both teacher and father.

The moment she heard Yuanmie’s shout, she could no longer hold it in.

Xu Yang grabbed Xu Ruoruo, his face particularly grim.

Yuanmie was in trouble.

The Feng Family’s Golden Immortal had broken through to the middle stage.

And there was the Leader of the Celestial Phenomenon Gang, Early-stage Golden Immortal.

Yuanmie stood no chance of escaping.

Damn it!

Xu Yang, though not as emotionally invested as Xu Ruoruo, felt equally wretched.

Yuanmie, in some ways, was the guardian Xu Yang had found for himself, in case of danger.

Peak Early-stage Golden Immortal—once in the Eastern Continent, he might have reached the middle stage.

But now...

"Big brother, let’s go."

Xu Ruoruo suddenly looked up at Xu Yang, gritting her teeth as she spoke.

Xu Yang was stunned, gazing at the girl’s red eyes, full of grief yet unwavering resolve, feeling a moment of dizziness.

Right now, no amount of wailing could solve anything.

The best decision was to flee decisively.

Don’t let Yuanmie’s death be in vain.

It seemed ruthless and cold, but it was the only rational choice left.

Who could know the torment and pain Xu Ruoruo was suffering in her heart?

Xu Yang’s face shifted again and again; he suddenly took a deep breath and stared at the distant, ongoing battle. "Why leave?"

Xu Ruoruo was stunned.

She looked lost and shocked, a glimmer in her eyes no words could describe.

Could it be?

Xu Yang slowly took out a blood-red mask and put it on his face.

The mask was entirely crimson, etched with intertwined lines like a blood-red swamp, chilling to the core.

Even Xu Ruoruo couldn’t help but shiver, instinctively backing up two steps.

The next moment.

Xu Yang’s aura abruptly changed, a surge of ancient Evil Qi radiating out.

With the mask, he seemed like a god of slaughter emerging from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, piercing straight into one’s soul.

One look and he was clearly not a good person.

"Let’s go."

Xu Yang didn’t explain, seized Xu Ruoruo, and dashed straight toward the site of battle.

Halfway there.

The Immortal Light that stained half the sky began to withdraw slowly.

The violent tremors quickly faded, until all was silent.

Xu Ruoruo was tense all over, a bit afraid of Xu Yang, but even more anxious.

Yet she didn’t ask anything.

It seemed Xu Yang’s transformation had frightened her.

After several breaths.

Xu Yang spotted several figures amidst the distant ruins.

One of them, half-kneeling on the ground, was utterly battered.

"Master!"

Xu Ruoruo cried out in shock.

"Who goes there?"

"Hmm?"

"Stop right there!"

A late-stage Celestial Immortal at the edge whirled around, shouting harshly as he lunged forward to kill.

"Get lost!"

Xu Yang barked coldly, holding Xu Ruoruo in one hand, and with a casual slap of the other palm.

"Courting death."

The middle-aged man sneered viciously, punching out.

Boom!

Palm met fist. The middle-aged man was struck as if by lightning, let out a terrible scream, flew dozens of yards like a severed kite, landed, convulsed, and lay motionless.

"Hmm?"

"How is this possible?"

Far off, the two Golden Immortals stared wide-eyed in shock.

With their Golden Immortal cultivation, Xu Yang and Xu Ruoruo’s strengths were easily visible—no attempt at concealment.

One was Early-stage Celestial Immortal, held fast.

One, late-stage True Immortal—yet he had effortlessly slain a late-stage Celestial Immortal with a single blow.

This level of power was beyond absurd.

Especially that terrifying Evil Qi and bizarre mask; both Golden Immortals felt a chill.

"Xu Ruoruo."

Feng Qingxiao raised his brows slightly, eyeing Xu Yang, uncertain and wary.

Yuanmie trembled at the commotion, barely turning his head.

Seeing Xu Yang approaching through the air, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Though Xu Yang wore a mask, Yuanmie recognized him in an instant.

Yet Xu Yang’s entire demeanor had shifted, now frightfully intimidating.

"Damn."

"Why hasn’t he left?"

Yuanmie was frantic with worry.

But soon he calmed down.

Xu Yang was no fool.

If he dared come...

"Who are you?"

Gu He, the Leader of the Celestial Phenomenon Gang, barked coldly.

Gu He, middle-aged, burly as an iron tower—though his cultivation was beneath the elderly-looking Feng Qingxiao beside him, his imposing presence was terrifying, his cold shout rumbling like thunder.

Xu Yang’s expression didn’t change as he strode toward them, stopping ten yards away.

He glanced over the three in front of him, smiled faintly. "Feng Qingxiao of the Feng Family? Gu He, Leader of the Celestial Phenomenon Gang?"

Gu He’s eyes glinted coldly, his aura rising, about to strike.

Feng Qingxiao waved him off, frowning. "Who are you?"

Faced with the aura of two Golden Immortals, Xu Ruoruo trembled and grew more anxious—she couldn’t imagine what confidence Xu Yang had to face these two directly?

"Heh."

Xu Yang laughed with a sinister chill. "You two are pretty bold, aren’t you?"

"Hmm?"

"Daring to play tricks before Golden Immortals? Seeking death."

Gu He suddenly barked harshly, the words carrying invisible force.

Pu!

Xu Yang’s body shook; blood dripped beneath his mask.

From his throat came a hoarse, agonized moan. He slowly twisted his neck, staring dead-on at Gu He.

Such behavior, in outsiders’ eyes, seemed mad, deranged.

Yet Gu He’s expression shifted to intense caution.

"That old fool Yuanmie may not be one of ours, but he passed our test—he’s half a member now."

"You kill him, you cross Blood Swamp."

"Or, you could just kill me instead—settle it clean."

"But, to kill a Blood Swamp man... are you sure you can bear that price?"

His sinister words hung in the air.

Feng Qingxiao, Yuanmie, and Xu Ruoruo were all baffled and amazed.

They’d never heard of Blood Swamp.

But Gu He was instantly aghast.

"You—you’re Blood Swamp?"

He stared incredulously at Xu Yang, a dignified Golden Immortal so shaken his voice started to quake.

"Oh? So you do know Blood Swamp?"

"Looks like I might live to see another day."

Xu Yang chuckled in feigned surprise.

"What is Blood Swamp?"

Feng Qingxiao’s heart skipped as he stared at Gu He.

Gu He’s reaction was just too extreme.

"Blood Swamp..."

Terror flashed in Gu He’s eyes as he nervously licked his lips, forcing a smile. "It’s the top assassin organization in the Eastern Continent—unfathomable strength, nobody knows how many members there are."

"But Golden Immortal experts who’ve died at their hands are already more than a few."

Assassin organization?

Feng Qingxiao felt a chill wash over him.

If it were just a major power, it wouldn’t be so bad.

But assassins...

And the top assassins in Eastern Continent.

That’s far more terrifying.

Hua!

A bloody light manifested around Xu Yang; a token slowly floated up.

Feng Qingxiao and Gu He both shrank their pupils.

Blood Marsh Order!

Xu Yang said calmly, "You two have a choice. One, kill me and the old man Yuanmie—face the consequences yourselves!"

"Or two..."

"I choose two!"

Before Xu Yang could finish, Gu He blurted out, as if delay would be disrespectful to ’Blood Swamp.’

He immediately produced a Storage Ring, respectfully saying, "Inside are fifty million second-grade Immortal Crystals, eight million third-grade Immortal Crystals, and some rare treasures."

"I was blind a moment ago; please, sir, spare me once."

Feng Qingxiao stared wide-eyed, as though seeing Gu He for the first time.

As frightening as Blood Swamp is, you reacted a bit too fast and too decisively, didn’t you?

A dignified Golden Immortal—don’t you care about face at all?