Chapter 833 - 831: Stronghold Strength

Chapter 833: Chapter 831: Stronghold Strength

Such unorthodox methods truly shocked the group. After all, the Ye family was a genuine, orthodox immortal cultivation clan. These tactics were far too unexpected.

At this moment, however, despite their palpitations, they didn’t overthink it. As long as they could kill the Black-Scaled Thunder Horse, nothing else mattered.

Seeing the Black-Scaled Thunder Horse still struggling violently inside, Ye Yong let out a cold snort, and the Seal Skill in his hands shifted.

WHOOSH!

The bloody net surged violently, radiating a brilliant blood-red light. It emitted sharp, piercing shrieks that gathered into a deafening roar, exceptionally harsh on the ears. In a split second, the massive net swept down mercilessly.

SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH!

The Black-Scaled Thunder Horse let out a miserable shriek. The tough scales covering its body were torn open alive, and scarlet blood veins resembling sharp blades swarmed inside, brutally churning its flesh.

In just a short moment, the Black-Scaled Thunder Horse had lost half its life. It lay on the ground, on the verge of death, unable to struggle any longer.

Following that, Ye Yong manipulated the bloody net to slowly wrap around the beast. The Black-Scaled Thunder Horse gradually calmed down completely.

"We finally succeeded," Li Zheng said, unable to hold back his praise. "Mr. Ye is truly formidable."

A bizarre smile crept onto Ye Yong’s face.

Suddenly, SWISH SWISH SWISH!

The dozen or so blood-colored command flags that had been planted in the ground shot out explosively. They twirled through the air, wrapping up a mass of scarlet blood light. Carrying a suffocatingly thick aura of bloodlust, they lunged like lightning toward Li Zheng, Wujiang, Duan Yalou, and Xu Yang.

"Mr. Ye, what are you doing?"

"Damn it!"

"Mr. Ye, why resort to this?"

"We..."

The three men’s expressions changed drastically, filled with both shock and fury. They simply couldn’t figure out why Ye Yong wanted to kill them. There was absolutely no reason for it.

However, Ye Yong completely ignored them.

The three men retreated frantically. But the blood light was faster and fiercer.

BOOM!

The moment it enveloped Li Zheng, the Immortal Yuan Shield and immortal armor on his body shattered instantly like fragile paper, followed by a shrill scream. Duan Yalou and Wujiang met the same fate shortly after.

BANG BANG BANG!

With three crisp sounds, the blood light dispersed. The command flags hovered in mid-air, looking increasingly bright and luminescent as if they had absorbed the fresh blood, their auras growing even more intense. On the ground lay three shriveled corpses, reduced to empty husks.

"Huh?" Ye Yong abruptly turned his head, staring at Xu Yang in disbelief. "You..."

A blood-colored command flag was resting obediently in Xu Yang’s grasp, unable to budge even an inch. Meeting Ye Yong’s shocked gaze, Xu Yang grinned and tightened his grip.

CRACK!

The command flag was pulverized.

"Who exactly are you?" Ye Yong’s expression drastically changed, and he flashed back in a rapid retreat.

At the same time, the three command flags beside him and all the flags enveloping the corpse of the Black-Scaled Thunder Horse lunged at Xu Yang like lightning. They formed a blood-colored waterfall, an utterly astonishing sight.

"Who would have thought that a legitimate descendant of the Ye family would actually be an assassin of Blood Marsh?" a mocking laugh echoed from within the blood tide.

Ye Yong witnessed a scene that filled him with unparalleled terror.

The blood tide and command flags stagnated. A rift suddenly tore open right in the middle, and Xu Yang slowly walked out from it. Without him making a single movement, the surrounding blood tide and command flags trembled like leaves in the wind. The next moment, they exploded like blood-red fireworks.

BOOM!

"A Golden Immortal!" Ye Yong’s face turned deathly pale, and he turned to flee.

WHOOSH!

Heaven Locking descended from the sky. Ye Yong’s figure froze, his eyes bulging wide as he trembled uncontrollably.

"Since you know I belong to Blood Marsh, you should be aware that if you kill me, you’ll face endless pursuit from Blood Marsh!" Ye Yong bit his lip, hissing in a low growl. "Who exactly are you?"

Was he really Fang Yeheng? How could a mere Loose Cultivator dare to do this? How could he possess such strength?

"Besides, once I fall, they will know. You won’t be able to escape!" he added.

"In front of me, even dying will be difficult for you," Xu Yang replied coldly.

Hearing this, Ye Yong’s eyes twitched wildly.

SWISH!

A massive cauldron appeared out of thin air, shrouding Ye Yong inside.

Following that, Xu Yang walked over to the Black-Scaled Thunder Horse. The beast had only one breath left, yet its lightning-filled eyes still glared viciously at him. He shook his head slightly, waving his sleeve to store it into his Minor Immortal World. Naturally, he didn’t spare the Thunder Immortal Tree either. Although it was useless to him, he couldn’t let it go to waste.

After finishing all this, he walked to the edge of the mountain fissure, sat down cross-legged, and sent his Primordial Spirit into the Minor Immortal World.

Half an hour later.

Xu Yang wore a smile. Under his absolute control within the Minor Immortal World, coupled with the torment of some leftover pills, Ye Yong had spilled everything he knew.

The Blood Marsh stronghold was indeed in that area. Courtyard No. 9, Courtyard No. 10, and even Courtyard No. 7 all belonged to Blood Marsh. However, Courtyard No. 9 was where they usually gathered when summoned.

This stronghold belonged to Division Wu. It housed two cultivators at the Middle Stage of Golden Immortal, sixteen at the Early Stage of Golden Immortal, and a certain number of cultivators at the Peak of Celestial Immortal. It was a rather luxurious lineup. However, because of the incident in Chongshan City, one Middle Stage Golden Immortal and nearly half of the Early Stage Golden Immortals had left.

This meant the stronghold currently only held one cultivator at the Middle Stage of Golden Immortal and fewer than ten at the Early Stage of Golden Immortal. Such a lineup posed little threat to Xu Yang. He had already made full preparations.

As for the resources within the stronghold, Ye Yong wasn’t clear about them. Xu Yang didn’t dwell on it too much. If there were any, a careful search would definitely uncover them. If not, though he’d be somewhat disappointed, the presence of a Middle Stage Golden Immortal—who was also an assassin of Blood Marsh—meant there would be plenty of good items on hand. That should be enough to cover at least half of his debt.

With this thought in mind, Xu Yang stood up and sped outward.

As he neared Hualuo City, he pondered for a moment but ultimately decided against changing his appearance. He had already shown up at Courtyard No. 7 wearing Fang Yeheng’s face; perhaps some people had already noticed him. Returning now, especially with the factor of Ye Yong in play, might draw even less suspicion.

Upon returning to the city, Xu Yang walked openly and aboveboard straight to Courtyard No. 7.

After stepping inside, he immediately spread out his perception. The many rooms were completely empty. Following that faint trace of bloodlust, he arrived at the backyard.

A water well came into view, causing Xu Yang to raise his eyebrows slightly. That sliver of bloodlust was astonishingly seeping out from inside the well.

He stepped closer and focused his gaze. He could see all the way to the bottom, filled with crystal-clear well water that looked entirely normal. If his perception hadn’t been so sharp, he would have found it hard to detect the faint bloodlust wafting up.

After observing for a moment, Xu Yang leaped inside, landing steadily just above the water’s surface. He extended his perception, letting it spread downward. Several breaths later, a faint, obscure ripple emanated from the bottom of the well.

"There really is a hidden mystery down below. It should be an Array," Xu Yang murmured. He narrowed his eyes, deep in thought for a long time, before quietly leaving. Now was not the time to investigate.

Night fell.

Xu Yang left Courtyard No. 7 and silently arrived outside Courtyard No. 9.

At this moment, inside one of the courtyard’s rooms, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged with a Middle Stage of Golden Immortal Cultivation. In addition to him, three other rooms each contained an Early Stage Golden Immortal cultivator meditating. The entire courtyard was bathed in complete silence.

In the backyard, there was also a water well that emanated an extremely faint aura of bloodlust. It was so subtle that an ordinary Middle Stage Golden Immortal would struggle to notice it without careful investigation.

SWISH!

A dark silhouette silently vaulted over the wall. It twirled and drifted down like a falling leaf, as light as a feather, without stirring the slightest ripple or noise. Xu Yang landed steadily, his focused gaze sweeping across the rooms one by one before finally locking onto the direction of the backyard.