Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

Chapter 622: Chapter 620: Unable to Take a Single Step

Xue Ming opened his eyes in surprise, "Why are you so slow?"

He had thought Xu Yang would have surpassed them by now.

Xu Yang gave a helpless smile; after all, he’d been delayed in the valley for quite a while.

"What’s going on here?"

"Feel for yourself."

Xu Yang, thoughtful, slowly walked to where Xue Ming was standing, and instantly his body trembled. He looked up, a touch of shock on his face.

"Such powerful oppression."

"We’re already past the mountainside; the pressure at the summit increases exponentially. Even with the peak strength of Second Grade Immortal Weapon, you can only barely push forward a bit more."

"Can Sutian, Mr. Shi, Saint Monarch Nantian, and the others have already gone ahead."

Xu Yang nodded slightly, sweeping his gaze around.

With so many gathered here, there was no need to state their purpose.

First, cultivate for a while. Once their strength is raised, then continue up.

Even if good fortune is seized by the top experts in the end, there’s nothing they can do!

But, even if they can’t eat the meat, at least they can drink some of the soup.

"I’ll keep going."

Xu Yang started upward.

Every step brought tremendous pressure.

Still, this pressure had not yet reached his limit.

Xue Ming watched as Xu Yang continued, eyes full of shock.

He himself was already at the peak of Second Grade Immortal Weapon, not far from a breakthrough.

He could still climb, but couldn’t be as relaxed as Xu Yang.

"Freak!"

Xue Ming quietly muttered, not planning to set out now.

He’d gained plenty of good things along the way and planned to break through to First Grade Immortal Weapon in one go!

According to the Training Tower, First Grade Immortal Weapon was equivalent to the Celestial Human Realm of the Spirit Realm.

But stepping into First Grade Immortal Weapon here meant one’s true strength would far surpass Celestial Human Realm.

After several dozen breaths—

Xu Yang had already slowed down. Looking back, Xue Ming and the others below now appeared blurry.

"Time to cultivate."

Going further, even he was starting to feel exhausted.

At once, the vast Purest Essence Qi within his cauldron surged into his body.

The Immortal Seed in his Dantian shook, greedily devouring it like a bottomless pit.

This whole way up, he hadn’t really had time to cultivate properly.

Now, with enough essence qi to support him, his progress rocketed forward.

As time passed—

More and more Martial Artists gathered below.

Most of them stopped here to accumulate and cultivate.

At a certain moment—

A figure finally arrived, late.

It was Xiao Ming.

After hearing about the Ancient Immortal Order, he’d spent a lot of time searching, but found nothing.

When Xiao Ming appeared, Men Long hurried to greet him.

"Ming!"

Men Long, charming and alluring, pressed herself close to Xiao Ming, her proud figure making Xiao Ming’s eyes briefly burn with desire.

But he quickly suppressed it.

This was no place for flirting and fooling around.

"Where’s Jun Baimu?"

Xiao Ming glanced around warily.

"Dead."

"Killed by Xu Yang!"

"Earlier—"

After Men Long explained, Xiao Ming immediately understood.

Seeing a few Jun Family Martial Artists nearby, he curled his lips, "What about Jun Wuji?"

"Haven’t seen him. Heard those in the Celestial Human Realm went up much earlier," Men Long replied.

"The Jun Family still has a few people here."

As soon as Xiao Ming spoke, Men Long got the hint, glanced up at Xu Yang, and then strode toward the Jun Family Martial Artists.

Moments later—

Seven or eight figures charged upward furiously.

Xiao Ming and Men Long signaled to Martial Artists from their own factions, and several more followed suit.

"Xu Yang, did you kill Jun Baimu?"

At the front, an old man glared at Xu Yang in rage.

Xu Yang slowly opened his eyes, looked at the Jun Family crowd below, glimpsed Men Long and Xiao Ming, and his gaze flashed as he spoke calmly: "So what if I did?"

"He who kills must be killed!"

"Arrogant!"

"You little brat, you dare kill the Jun Family’s heir? Your sins are unforgivable!"

"Now, Can Sutian, Shi Feng, and Zuo Shenzong are not here."

"Go!"

The Jun Family crowd surged forward together.

Admittedly, it was a perfect opportunity!

The top experts weren’t here!

With their numbers, surely they could overwhelm Xu Yang?

"Reckless fools."

A flash of murderous intent crossed Xu Yang’s eyes as his body soared into the air.

"Lock!"

A powerful will erupted, freezing the air for dozens of feet around.

The eight Jun Family experts all stiffened at once.

In a split second, a blood-colored ribbon shot through the sky like a dragon.

Pu!

"Ahhh!"

Their miserable screams echoed along the mountainside.

"Xu Yang, you mad bastard!"

"I’ll fight you to the death!"

"Kill him!"

Rumble—

Bang!

"Old fool, you think you’re worthy to fight me?"

Xu Yang turned his palm, clouds gathering and rain falling at his whim. The Asura Blood Saber released overwhelming killing intent, sweeping downward mercilessly.

Bang!

The leading old man howled in anguish. Bones snapped, skin burst, torrents of blood splattering.

He was directly crushed to his knees before Xu Yang.

"Impossible!"

"How can he be so strong?"

In a flash, of the eight, only two remained besides the kneeling old man.

These men were all top Divine Celestials, peak Second Grade Immortal Weapons.

But facing Xu Yang, they had no power to resist.

Xu Yang mocked, "You really believe that bitch Men Long? Sure, I killed Jun Baimu, but only after Men Long ambushed and seriously injured him, then shoved him toward me."

"What?"

The Jun Family Martial Artists cried out in trembling shock, struggling to glare hatefully down at the alluring Men Long.

She did not deny it!

"Men Long, you treacherous whore!"

Pu!

Xu Yang’s blade swept down; a head rolled on the ground.

The last two fled for their lives.

Xu Yang couldn’t be bothered to chase, standing with his blade, looking down loftily at Xiao Ming and Men Long.

"Damn, this bastard is so strong."

Men Long’s face paled, the Evil Qi surging from above sending shivers to her soul.

In front of Xu Yang, she couldn’t even muster the will to resist!

Xiao Ming slowly stepped out, grinning at Xu Yang, "Xu Yang, how about a contest?"

"What kind of contest?"

Xu Yang wore a playful smirk.

"Simple!"

"Our strengths should be close. From here, we see who advances further before being stopped at their limit. Whoever can’t move anymore first loses."

"As for the wager, Immortal Qi and Immortal Elixirs!"

"I’ve got a hundred streams of Immortal Qi and three Immortal Elixirs!"

Xiao Ming flipped his palm, and a hundred dense Immortal Qi streams plus three Immortal Elixirs appeared out of nowhere. Immortal radiance danced, medicinal aroma wafted, intoxicating all who saw.

"And if you lose and refuse to pay up?"

At this, Xiao Ming laughed coldly, "Xu Yang, still as sharp-tongued as ever!"

"I, Xiao Ming, am not one to default!"

"Who knows."

Xiao Ming’s face darkened, his tone icy, "What, you don’t dare?"

"Or is it, you can’t even put up a stake?"

"If you want to bet, I’ll play along."

Xu Yang pointed to the empty space beside him. "Come on."

Xiao Ming gave a sinister grin, his body flickering. Despite the massive pressure on this part of the mountainside, his speed was startling—he appeared beside Xu Yang in an instant.

This sight made many experts below click their tongues in secret.

Xiao Ming’s strength remains truly terrifying.

Xiao Ming and Xu Yang—by now, both had completely surpassed all veteran top-tier faction powerhouses.

"Do we start now?"

Xu Yang watched Xiao Ming with playful eyes.

"Start!"

Swoosh!

Xu Yang burst out first, his figure like a dragon, physique exploding with power, surging several zhang upward.

"Playing these second-rate tricks—what a joke."

Xiao Ming snorted and followed at a leisurely, unhurried pace.