Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

"There’s no one else nearby."

"Unless their cultivation is at the Late Stage of Celestial Immortal, there’s no way I wouldn’t have noticed!"

"A Peak of Mid-stage Celestial Immortal dares come alone to kill me..."

To be honest, aside from the Yang Family and the Ice and Snow Immortal Palace, Xu Yang really couldn’t think of anyone else.

But are the Yang Family and Ice and Snow Immortal Palace really that stupid?

In an instant, Xu Yang brushed away stray thoughts and shot the black-clad figure a cold smile.

"No matter who you are, since you’ve come, don’t dream of leaving."

Boom!

Xu Yang’s fist crashed against the assassin’s palm—a bone-chilling cold flooded in, making every bone in Xu Yang’s body shudder. Yet his purified body surged, and the invading cold was instantly torn to shreds.

He staggered back several steps, spun on his heel, swept sideways, and reversed with a horizontal saber slash.

"Hm?"

The black-clad figure was shocked—this kid really was that strong.

If he hadn’t seen it, he’d never have believed it.

"Hmph, a genius, are you?"

"Slaughtering a genius like you is all the more fun."

Boom!

Half the world was suddenly drowned in frigid ice.

The black-clad assassin flicked his sleeve casually, dozens of icy phantoms appeared—like spirits of winter, harboring lethal intent; each carried the might to threaten a Mid-stage Celestial Immortal, and all lunged for Xu Yang.

"Let’s see if you can handle this move, boy."

"Hm?"

"Impossible!"

The assassin shouted in disbelief.

Xu Yang found the one real icy shadow among dozens with a precise saber strike and slashed it ruthlessly. A shrill scream rang out as all the phantoms crumbled in unison.

Of those dozens of phantoms, only one was real.

In the midst of battle, there was no time for probing or thinking.

Not even a single breath.

Xu Yang charged straight for the true body.

That made the assassin doubt his own eyes.

"That’s all you’ve got?"

"You’re an assassin, aren’t you?"

Xu Yang bared his teeth in mocking laughter.

"Courting death."

The assassin was enraged, surging with cold; for a hundred feet in every direction, frost and snow blanketed the ground.

The space around Xu Yang twisted abruptly.

From all sides, above and below, countless ice spikes erupted, exploding inward toward the center.

An inescapable net—from sky to earth.

The ending would be shredding alive by the fearsome ice spikes.

"These 360 ice spikes are all fused with thirty-six tier-two Immortal Artifacts."

The assassin sneered grimly, brimming with confidence.

With his Peak of Mid-stage Celestial Immortal cultivation, using this move, few below Late Stage could withstand it.

"Better pray you can hold out..."

Lin Lang gazed at the scene in despair, chilled to the core.

That Xu Yang could reveal Mid-stage Celestial Immortal power had already shocked him, but he didn’t believe Xu Yang could withstand this attack.

This man was simply too strong.

Even if they called for help, no one could arrive in time.

Dammit!

"Is that so?"

A cold, mocking voice suddenly rang through the heavens, shattering the ice’s hold.

"If you’d come yesterday, I’d have had a lot more trouble dealing with you."

"But today... it’s different. Congratulations—since you came to kill me, shame you picked the wrong time."

"Lock!"

Xu Yang’s lips curled in a frosty smile, his Primordial Spirit erupted at full force.

Countless intangible chains materialized out of nowhere, flickering and vanishing, buying him but a split second of opportunity.

Yet in that instant, his four Daluo Sabers surged to full might. Immortal energy condensed into countless water droplets, fusing instantly—his blade swept forth like a tornado, or a winding celestial river, unstoppable, shattering several ice spikes and bursting through the breach.

"Windfall Immortal Wilds!"

Xu Yang soared upward, Daluo Saber raised high, like a great dragon unfurling, radiating divine brilliance that tore through the sky.

Whum! Whum!

Boom!

Gales surged like tidal waves, quaking heaven and earth.

Countless blades swept across the wasteland; all flora bent and fell, murder filling the wilderness.

The assassin’s eyes bulged beneath his mask, his face twisted in disbelief and shock.

He couldn’t understand!

What sort of monster was standing before him?

But his reaction was swift; he snapped back and, in a flash, summoned all remaining ice spikes, fusing them together into a single straight ice spear.

Clang!

The assassin’s gaze was icy, his wrist flicked, unleashing a vortex of countless spear shadows.

"Ice and Snow Domain!"

A fierce shout shook the heavens—the spear vortex spilled out everywhere like a tide.

Xu Yang was dazed for a moment; all around, innumerable ice spears attacked, power immense, chill overwhelming.

His immortal foundation surged, instantly snapping him awake.

But Xu Yang showed no fear; he gave a cold, low laugh.

Boom!

Windfall Immortal Wilds struck like a hurricane, crashing into the Ice and Snow Domain, stirring up a tempest that rampaged through the whole world.

Saber blades surged, irresistible. As they met the ice spear, the assassin sneered: "Boy, this ice spear was forged from dozens of tier-two Immortal Artifacts. You..."

Pff!

Tsss!

A sudden stabbing agony cut the assassin’s sneer short. He shuddered, staring dumbly at the ice spear sliced to splinters in his hand—his mind blank, as if he’d seen a ghost.

How is this possible?

Even seeing Xu Yang’s earlier power hadn’t stunned him quite so deeply.

Not until now!

The ice spear, against that blade, shattered like a sheet of brittle paper?

What kind of joke was this?

Pff!

Xu Yang flashed past.

The assassin screamed, and while still dazed, was torn open with a huge gash, blood spraying everywhere.

"Impossible!"

"That...that blade in your hand... tier three!"

And absolutely top-tier, at that.

In his mind, only tier-three existed.

He could never have guessed the Four Daluo Sabers were actually mighty Daluo Immortal Artifacts!

Xu Yang turned, grinning: "Look above you."

"What?"

The assassin’s face changed dramatically. He didn’t even glance up; his battle experience drove him to retreat instantly, ignoring his wounds—floods of icy immortal energy erupted from within, coalescing into thick shields all around him.

But immediately, he felt as if he’d crashed into an iron wall.

Shield after shield shattered—a violent shockwave burst forth, forcing a grunt from him.

"You fell for it."

Xu Yang’s mocking voice rang out.

Above him, there was nothing at all.

From the moment he’d realized this man was likely an assassin, Xu Yang knew his reactions and experience were far beyond ordinary—so he’d set up this little scene.

What the assassin crashed into was the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod, gathering force for a sudden strike.

The Divine Tripod was shaken back as well.

But Xu Yang was already moving.

"You little bastard, I’m going to hack off your head and toss it in the flower house for a chamber pot!"

Having been played again, the enraged assassin lost all restraint—both palms struck out, summoning a raging torrent.

"Heaven Locking Intent!"

Xu Yang unleashed the technique once more.

The assassin was only momentarily delayed, less than a blink.

"Still trying to lock me down? Wishful thinking!"

Boom!

Terrifying ancient Evil Qi surged forth in an instant.

Came without warning.

Caught off guard, the assassin felt the world turn scarlet; all around, endless ancient evil spirits brimmed with malice, making his hackles stand and his bones chill.

In that haze—

A brilliant saber light flashed toward his face.

The assassin’s eye twitched violently; his body swelled, even his mask trembled, frantically slapping out with both palms at the oncoming blade.

That brilliance shattered beneath his palm like brittle paper.

He froze in utter disbelief beneath his mask.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, his whole body shuddered, endless terror flooding his eyes.

"No—"

He howled, twisting around, joints cracking with strain.

But this time, even his fastest reaction wasn’t fast enough.

Pff!

The true Daluo Saber appeared behind him like a phantom.

One slash—death!

Bang!

Everything below the assassin’s shoulder exploded, blood mist spraying; half his mangled body crashed to earth, twitching briefly before going limp.

In the distance, Lin Lang gaped in stupefied awe—his very understanding of reality collapsing in this instant.