Splat!
That True Immortal Daemon Fox was cut in half.
It was not only his body either—his very soul and Yuan Spirit was torn through by Jiang He’s sword.
His vigor hence rapidly waned while his aura turned ice-cold, his halved remains reverting to his true form and floating in outer space.
Surprise showed in the eyes of all the immortals.
Zhou Li and the other Golden Immortals especially were looking at Jiang He with a somber look.
That sword strike was imbued with the power of a Golden Immortal, and not a novice at that.
Most frighteningly, it was infused with a Secret Yuan Spirit technique that cut down the Daemon Fox’s very soul while it destroyed its body. Even if the Golden Immortals present were no weakling, they all appeared wary of that sword strike.
“Oh, my!”
In the distance, that dwarfish Golden Immortal from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was clicking his tongue in wonder. “That strike is quite to my style. Still, when did such a powerful sword cultivator show up on earth? Young Jin, do you happen to know that person?”
Jin Sidao had already briefly informed the immortals of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect about Jiang He’s conflict with the Green Hill Foxes, the Penglai Sect, and the other nine sects, but had yet to speak further about Jiang He. As such, he quietly said, “You might not believe this even if I told you this, Ancestral Master… but Jiang He is an untitled cultivator who ascended from the ranks of commoners.”
“Hmmm?”
The ancestral master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect’s eyes narrowed as he said, “So, after not meeting for just over two thousand years, the former brat has learned to lie? Young Jin, know that I have personally instructed before you before… now stop fooling around. Where did that kid come from?”
“An untitled cultivator who is also a commoner… could anyone of such background cultivate up to such levels?”
“And if I’m not mistaken, the sword he is holding must be an acquired soul treasure, not to mention that the Ancient Bronze Bell hovering above his head resembles the Primordial Bell that the Green Hill Foxes owned. Moreover, his cultivation techniques are incredibly frightening—no matter how profound the providences an untitled cultivator would gain, they would never obtain such legacies.”
In fact, it was not just that ancestral master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect—the other immortals who returned with him were smiling as well.
What is an untitled cultivator, after all?
It refers to cultivators who belonged to no sect or clan. They have no support be it from family, faction or history as they assume the path of cultivation by sheer coincidence, meaning that they would not have the resource and would be limited to skin-deep cultivation methods.
Therefore, calling Jiang He an untitled cultivator?
Who would believe that?
Nonetheless, Jin Sidao seriously said, “Ancestral Master, Elders—common sense does not apply to that kid. He is merely in his twenties, and it has only been little over half a year since he assumed the path of cultivation.”
“Moreover, he has become a master of item refinement, and his technique in that front is nothing I ever heard or seen before… it is truly unconstrained and beyond description.”
The immortals of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was dumbstruck.
We can understand the part about being unconstrained, but what is ‘beyond description’ supposed to mean?
At the same time, Jin Sidao continued, “Moreover, he is adept at arrays, and the arrays he had set up himself is beyond what words could describe. In fact, it is so masterful that the Taixu Sect’s master of arrays can’t understand something he had put together hastily!”
“In addition, he is incredible at pellet refinement… and he is able to cook up a rank-nine soul pellet out of nowhere!”
“Moreover, according to Jiang He’s own words, he is best at creating cultivation methods. Everything he cultivates is not acquired from inheritance, but by his own creation.”
“…”
The atmosphere amidst the boundlessness of outer space abruptly turned weird.
It was not only the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. The respective Mahayana elites from the Taixu Sect, the Jiuhua Sect, the Scale Dragons, and the other many factions were informing the immortals about the current situation…
Naturally, they included the fall of the Green Hill Foxes and the Penglai Sect, as well as how the nine factions were crippled.
Still, since outer space was vacuum and communications were via telepathy, the information was immediately leaked.
“Ancestral Master!”
“Elders!”
Jin Sidao said somberly, “We, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, have forged a strong relationship with Jiang He, even forming a partnership with the commoners’ nation to spread our teachings and accept disciples… and it seems that Jiang He intends to ambush the immortals of the nine sects and the Penglai Sect.”
Pausing, he then added, “It is my hope that all my elders and ancestral master present here would help.”
“How dare you!”
One of the Heavenly Immortal snorted coolly, barking, “Who do you think you are, Jin Sidao? What gives you the right to dictate our actions? Moreover, that brat is insolent enough to wipe out entire factions and their legacies—why should we, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, side with the likes of him?”
The Golden Immortal of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, however, waved that True Immortal off.
He looked up and studied Jiang He, who still stood amidst the emptiness of space.
With the Primordial Bell over his head, Jiang He waved, and the sword light that cut down the True Immortal Fox gusted, dragging its massive corpse toward Jiang He himself.
After all, the value of a True Immortal’s corpse was astronomical, not to mention that his mystic treasures would be kept in the Void Storage items he carried around.
Putting away the corpse, Jiang He shot a cool glance at the other Heavenly Immortal Foxes that were running away in panic. Still, he did not pursue them, since it was unnecessary to waste time on a bunch of Heavenly Immortals like them.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Why would you slaughter the elites of us daemons?”
A towering, burly man stepped out from the crowd just then.
Standing at more than three meters tall, his skin was pitch-black and he wore a black armor that exposes his heavily muscular and thick legs. At the same time, he was glaring his feline eyes viciously at Jiang He.
Jiang He turned toward the burly man, recognizing at once that he wasn’t human.
Hence, he offered the man a fist-palm salute from the distance and courteously asked, “And who would you be, Brother?”
“I am the Black Wind General who serves his majesty the Daemon Emperor. Brat, do you not think your whimsical slaughter of daemon champions is too much?”
Kaboom!
A raging aura erupted out of the pitch-black man’s body.
The wolf fang mace he was holding—a premium-grade immortal weapon—was releasing immortal might right then. Moreover, the instant his aura erupted, his muscles rapidly expanded, and the man grew from three meters in height to thirty meters.
He pointed the wolf fang mace straight at Jiang He, fiercely saying, “The humans, daemons, and demons who originate from the homeworld had came to an understanding and made an alliance on the celestial battlefield. Therefore, your whimsical killing of daemon elites is a grievous crime, and this bear shall take your life to avenge the champion of the foxes.”
Stepping on the emptiness of space, he strode toward Jaing He.
“Be careful, my lord. The Black Wind General is one of the Thousand Cavern Mountain’s champions. He joined Prince Lu Ya’s faction after participating in the celestial battlefield, who crowned himself as emperor eighteen hundred years ago. Now, as a Golden Immortal serving that daemon emperor, the Black Wind General commands an incredible physique that could match superior-grade immortal items, and is a famous fiend even in the celestial battlefield.”
“Oh?”
“He’s from the Thousand Cavern Mountain?”
His interest piqued, Jiang He did not back down an inch, and instead laughed out loud as he charged forward, sword in hand.
The Black Wind General may be fearsome, but Jiang He was even more so!
He was now a full-fledged True Immortal boasting overwhelming combat ability in the first place. Strengthened with the immortal might of the Scripture of Chaos Thundersword, the Secret Art of the Scripture of Chaos Thundersword, as well as the buffing of two acquired soul treasures in the Primordial Bell and the Golden Radiance Sword, he could fight even full-fledged Golden Immortals.
Clang!
Jiang He swung his sword, slamming it on the wolf fang mace and sending it flying.
The Black Wind General stumbled backwards over five kilometers in shock, even crying out involuntarily, “Soul treasures?”
Jiang He, however, did not press his advantage. Instead, he put away the Golden Radiance Sword while fighting spirit blazed in his eyes, laughing as he stared at the Black Wind General. “Silly bear, I heard you are physically powerful. Why don’t we exchange some blows and see who comes out on top?”
The true form of the Black Wind General was a Black Bear Spirit.
Though he had realized that Jiang He’s physique was incredible as well in the previous exchange of blows, he remained confident in his own physique—hence, with a raging bellow, he charged forward with a swinging fist.
Jiang He clenched his fist and punched out, and the countless afterimages of their punches collided while space itself quaked. Some asteroid fragments that were caught in the shockwave were reduced to space dust, and the colliding punches would even tear spatial rifts that extends over dozens of kilometers.
At first, the Black Bear Spirit was extremely ferocious, but as they fought on…
He became scared!
His fists were puddles of blood and flesh.
His knuckle bones were splitting open.
His entire arm was getting sore.
In the first place, such direct fisticuffs were a test to see who was physically stronger.
It was no exaggeration that the Black Bear Spirit’s physique could match a superior-grade immortal item. That being said, durability still divided items of such grade, and if the Black Bear Spirit’s physique could be described as equaling an average superior-grade immortal item, Jiang He’s physique could match a pinnacle-grade superior-grade immortal item.
Pow!
Another collision of fists.
Crack!
A giant seam was torn into space as if it was cloth.
The Black Bear Spirit’s right arm was blown up in its entirely, and was sent flying into the spatial rift by Jiang He’s punch.
Then, he found a golden sword light shooting towards the moment he flew out of the spatial rift, decapitating him and maiming even his psyche.
Nonetheless, the Black Bear Spirit managed to conjure a new head while shrieking, “Weren’t you saying that you would pit your physique against mine!?”
Splat!
Jiang He swung his sword again to cut down the Black Bear Spirit’s newly grown head while sneering, “Your physique does not even compare to mine, so it is natural that I would not be bothered to continue competing against you on that front. Moreover, your fellow cultivators from the Thousand Cavern Mountain attempted to outnumber me with other sects, and I retaliated by destroying your clan. And since your clan was worse off than the others, you most certainly would bother me when your champions returned.”
Slash!
With a flurry of slashes, Jiang He directly slayed the Black Bear Spirit while saying flatly, “So, it would be better for me to cut you down beforehand, instead of having trouble come knocking down my door.”
After he killed the Black Bear Spirit, Jiang He leisurely took out a pepper and swallowed it with a few munches.
His aura strengthened, and he laughed imposingly while communicating to the other returning immortals through telepathy, “To tell the truth, I, Jiang He, am here today to resolve all grudges.”
“Thousand Cavern Mountain, Penglai Sect, Unbounded Demon Sect…”
“Blood Demon Sect!”
“Blue Cloud Sect!”
He listed the names of ten factions in a single breath while coolly saying, “Elites from the various factions I’ve named, please step forward.”
“…”
Some of the elites of those factions had blank and confused looks.
What is going on?
Why is this person saying that he would resolve his grudge with us?
What grudge is there when all of us did not even see him just days before?
Still, remembering that Jiang He had just mentioned about being attacked by the Thousand Cavern Mountain and other factions, which was why he retaliated, Zhou Li of the Penglai Sect stepped forward with a smile. “Brother, we have been away from the homeworld for more than two thousand years and we wouldn’t know how our youngers have provoked you… however, if the junior disciples of my Penglai Sect have really troubled you, I would return today and have them come apologize to you, as well as make amends through penances.”
Zhou Li was actually a little wary.
Jiang He’s combat ability was exceedingly overwhelming. The Black Wind General was no weaker than Zhou Li himself, and only ended up being beaten to death in front of everyone…
Moreover, while the champions of various factions commanded five Golden Immortals, a dozen True Immortals, and more than a hundred Heavenly Immortals, provoking such a powerful enemy because of their younger generation or disciples was more costly than beneficial.
“You are a Golden Immortal from the Penglai Sect?”
Jiang He turned towards Zhou Li and shook his head, sighing, “I would like to make peace with the Penglai Sect… but such an opportunity has slipped by.”
“Eh?”
Zhou Li’s gaze darkened at that.
Jiang He continued apologetically, saying, “I have wiped out your sect, even that island of yours was blown up by my hands. How would your junior disciples be able to apologize to me?”
They are already dead… and you’re telling them to apologize?
What, are you going to summon their dead souls?
Oh!
That’s right!
The Penglai Sect cultivators did not even have a chance to become vengeful spirits…
After all, Jiang He had destroyed their Yuan Spirit in his assault to the extent of vaporizing their souls—how were they supposed to become spirits?
“What?!”
Zhou Li’s eyes went red and he roared, “You wretch! You dare destroy the legacy of my sect? The Penglai Sect will never abide by your existence!”
