Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 940 - 624 Has He Been Here All Along_2

Chapter 940: Chapter 624 Has He Been Here All Along_2

"Phew."

Su Hongxiu stood in front of the Treasure Ship, having once keenly desired to leave Southern Hong and join the battle of prodigies across Hongze.

But she had never imagined that her first participation would be in such a terrifying scene.

She had never seen so many powerful figures, some of whom were of similar age and fully matched her prowess among the younger generation.

In front of these people, the Southern Hong Seven Sects had absolutely no advantage.

But at this moment, even cultivators who were merely at the Divinity Transformation Stage were not mocked; instead, coming to battle despite such lowly boundaries earned them respect.

"I am a bit nervous."

Jiang Qiulan, despite her outstanding beauty, seemed so negligible in such a vast crowd that one could easily overlook her if not careful.

"Because you didn’t see him?" Nie Jun twirled his sword.

Leaving the sect meant coming with the intent to die, so how could one be nervous in such circumstances?

They even didn’t know what was happening, only understanding that if they did not draw their swords, there would be no other chance to strike; even if they could only tear a piece of someone’s robe from Northern Hong, it would increase the chances of that person’s demise, albeit slightly.

Jiang Qiulan remained silent, knowing that her end was approaching, but she truly yearned to see that person once more.

The towering mountain range that stood in her heart suddenly vanished without a trace, leaving a vacancy impossible to fill with anything else.

She could wait forever, but it seemed she no longer had the time.

Of course, she considered herself extremely fortunate, after all, her junior sister was also deeply enamored, yet couldn’t even leave their sacred grounds to see whose hand they would die by.

Indeed... even amidst such a horrifying and dreadful assembly.

They still felt they were about to die.

Yet compared to being annihilated without leaving their sacred grounds, they chose a more proactive, albeit futile, way to die.

All because above this sea of cultivators,

There stood numerous Great Demons and endless Northern Hong Cultivators riding clouds, with the Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers Map illuminating the area as if it were a brilliant temple, amid which a giant black dragon churned restlessly in the ocean!

In comparison, their numbers were few, yet each one exuded a mighty presence, like Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, overseeing the human realm with indifference.

Just waiting for Qi Tianchuan’s order to turn this place into a purgatory.

Boom—

Like the resounding boom of thunder deafening ears, it was the exhale of the Black Dragon.

A puppet looked up blankly at the sky.

The master who loved him had died, and the East Dragon King who had taken care of him had also died, both by the same hand.

Yet he remained the same as ten thousand years ago, if not worse.

How could such a self claim any right to leave Southern Hong and stand here again?

But Xuan Qing hesitated for a long time and yet still came.

Perhaps it was because someone had once promised to show him the outside world once more.

Of course, he would not place all his hopes on Shen Yi, knowing that Shen Yi already had too much burden on his shoulders.

Yet that promise did stir up his dormant thoughts.

Just one more look was all; and what need was there for cultivation, to die might also relieve him of his suffering at heart.

"It seems very hard to win."

Qi Yansheng suddenly let out a bitter smile; he habitually compared the strengths of both sides, concluding somewhat disheartened.

No chance of victory.

That was why the cultivators present all wore expressions of immense sorrow.

Rather than a battle, it was more like courting death.

Above the skies, Qi Tianchuan sat majestically in the primary seat, his gaze coldly sweeping over the creatures below.

To fragment and conquer would minimize the losses for Northern Hong.

Unfortunately, encountering a bunch of meddling Evil beings necessitated a combined effort. Unexpectedly for him, even the barbarians from Southern Hong rushed over, to say nothing about the cultivators from the other two Hongs.

Today would likely incur considerable losses.

With that thought, he glanced sideways towards that old turtle who had served the North Dragon King for hundreds of thousands of years as a significant minister.

"Quite clean and straightforward," the old turtle responded softly.

Now coming together, they only discovered the Northern Dragon Palace had already suffered unimaginable losses, to the extent it was somewhat beyond explanation.

Fortunately, with the collaboration of the Three Hongs today, they could also bleed the forces including the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect, ensuring it didn’t affect the position of the Northern Dragon Palace, which was a good thing.

And yet somehow, he had this chilling feeling on his back, as if greedy eyes fixated firmly on him, making the old turtle slightly uneasy and prompting him to urge, "Take action."

Upon hearing this, Qi Tianchuan abruptly raised his palm, "Kill!"

A word thundered through heaven and earth, causing the color to drain from the cultivators below.

Facing the turbulent energies in the sky,

Their already destabilizing spirits now trembled even more, desperately needing someone to lead and spur their morale.

"..."

Ye Jiu slowly drew out the Flowing Light Longsword, his clothes billowing.

Even a rusty sword, when necessary, could serve as an unstoppable blade.

He stepped forward, but then suddenly halted.

Still not having seen that figure, Ji Jingxi, bewildered, hastened to follow and glanced questioningly at her senior brother, "Hm?"

"It seems I don’t need to lead."

Ye Jiu gripped his longsword tightly, eyes slightly squinting up at the Sky Curtain.

The next moment, nearly everyone saw the figures that had silently appeared in the air.

One figure... ten figures... dozens of figures!

Over fifty massive figures that blotted out the sky quietly stood above the Three Hong cultivators.