Starting With 100 Million Lives

Looking towards the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, many people were bewildered.

The sky there had completely darkened.

Within the dark shroud, a surging sea of blood roiled incessantly.

Amidst the sea of blood, it seemed there were countless invisible tentacles, trying to seize everything that can be seized, dragging them into the abyss.

Just one glance was enough to make anyone feel extremely uncomfortable.

Many immortals had to shut their senses, sitting cross-legged to meditate.

They didn't know what had happened, only that it must be a major event.

Above the Celestial Pavilion, Ye Yang Immortal King's expression remained indifferent.

"That is the Seven-Star Blood Banner."

"The Blood Alliance has indeed mobilized; to activate this magical treasure requires at least seven Demon Venerables working together."

This magical treasure is at the Immortal Venerable level, almost like a god-slaying weapon.

But it still couldn't threaten him, the Immortal King.

"With this filthy magical treasure, even a Tier Seven Immortal Sword couldn't exert much power."

Ding Rui remarked in surprise: "So powerful, yet it's only a top-grade magical treasure and not an immortal treasure?"

Miao Yu was also looking in that direction and said blandly when she heard: "The power of the Seven-Star Blood Banner is great but still falls short of being an Immortal Treasure."

"This treasure cannot change positions; it needs to be fixed to activate."

"It not only requires prior arrangement but also a blood sacrifice."

"Therefore, with just a little caution, it's not that easy to step into its trap."

Upon hearing this, Ding Rui couldn't help but shake his head.

"That Jiang guy was too careless, getting caught by this, it's utterly suicidal."

Just as his words fell, a dramatic change occurred from the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

Under the dark canopy, the sea of blood suddenly swept upwards, connecting heaven and earth like a blood-red curtain.

Immediately, this curtain shattered with a roar!

Countless purple flames erupted from the blood sea, burning it full of holes!

The flames spread quickly, and amidst them, more than ten figures flickered within the sea of blood.

Ding Rui exclaimed: "What is this...?"

Before he could react, the blood-red ocean visibly turned to pale white.

This was the collision of rules.

The blood rule represented by the Seven-Star Blood Banner was completely crushed by the flames.

Crash!

The sea of blood crumbled entirely, and ten figures in high altitudes ignited.

"Ah!"

"No..."

The screams were both tragic and piercing, shaking the hearts of everyone present.

Rustle!

Flying ash scattered, the flames gradually faded, and the world returned to its original clarity.

Within those few seconds, everything had returned to calmness.

The previous upheaval seemed like just an illusion.

Ye Yang Immortal King and Miao Yu did not utter a word, instead, they gazed fixedly in that direction.

Ding Rui's heavy breathing was palpable, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

As an Immortal Venerable, he had just felt an extremely intense threat.

It was an ultimate danger that could instantly kill him, the terrifying force of the rules sparked a primal response.

After a long while, he hesitated: "Is it over?"

"It's over."

Ye Yang Immortal King took a deep breath and slowly said: "He's won."

By "he," he naturally meant Jiang Cheng.

"But wasn't the Seven-Star Blood Banner powerful, how did it get... so quickly?"

Miao Yu interrupted him: "His true power is at least above Eighth Grade Immortal Venerable."

"Moreover, that's definitely not just a Tier Seven Immortal Sword, it's probably a Tier Eight one!"

She gazed fixedly at that direction, a hint of shock in her beautiful eyes.

This battle, regardless of the victor, the speed at which it concluded, and the conclusion drawn, made her unable to remain calm.

"What!"

Ding Rui nearly fell in shock upon hearing this.

"Tier Eight Immortal Sword?"

"Middle Immortal Realm... how could there be a Tier Eight Immortal Sword?"

He couldn't help but glance at Ye Yang Immortal King.

This elder of the Celestial Pavilion was only using a Tier Seven Immortal Sword.

How did a mere Golden Immortal obtain a Tier Eight Immortal Artifact?

"Should we..."

He swallowed, difficultly: "Seize the opportunity to take that Immortal Sword..."

That's a Tier Eight Immortal Sword, a treasure that not even an Immortal King necessarily possesses!

The ten Immortal Venerables just failed to seize it, but Ye Yang Immortal King should be able to, right?

"Dismiss the thought."

Miao Yu interrupted him again, this time her tone was icy and stern.

"Don't forget, our Celestial Pavilion's position is neutral."

Ye Yang Immortal King remained silent.

Meanwhile, Leng Huahan and the others present—Yuan Zhe, Yuan Wu, Yuan He—were nearly dumbfounded.

In front of them lay a wasteland, a white field.

Everything visible had turned to ashes.

Not only the sky and ground but even the underground had been burned into a giant bottomless pit, wafting wisps of smoke above.

The City Lord's Mansion had long disappeared.

As for the previous Ten Great Demon Venerables of the Ghost Alliance and other experts under the City Lord, including two thousand Immortal Guard Army, naturally, all turned to ashes as well.

The pragmatic Sect Leader Jiang, as always, was searching for leftover spoils amid the ruins, like a diligent little bee.

Is it over?

Just like that, the Ten Great Demon Venerables died?

Even the top-grade magical treasure was broken like this?

Leng Huahan wanted to say something but found his language ability nearly failing him.

What he had just seen was only a single sword strike!

Simple and cleanly swept out, and then there was nothing more.

The Ten Great Demon Venerables deployed magical treasure and launched attacks, but it was like ants blocking a chariot.

In front of that one sword, they were swiftly devoured, like tiny rowboats in the ocean, instantly shattered by the giant waves.

Completely not on the same level.

"Won?"

Elder Yuan Zhe couldn't help but pinch himself, uncertain it was real.

Originally, it should have been the opponent annihilating our side.

Yet no hard fighting was needed, coming out with a total kill?

"Won."

Yuan Wu and Yuan He's moods were extremely complex.

Very excited, very thrilled, very shocked, yet also embarrassed.

Not long ago, they were cursing Jiang Cheng inwardly.

Cursing him for being too troublesome, offending people left and right, dragging them into it.

If not for considering his suspected ancestor's status, they would have long slapped him.

And now...

They just realized, this ancestor was genuinely formidable, not just boasting.

This combat strength was countless times stronger than theirs, almost reaching Immortal King level; even if Feixian Sect's entire leadership was wiped out, it wouldn't be a problem.

Indeed, he truly deserved to be their ancestor!

No matter if this combat strength came from that miraculous Immortal Sword, at least now that sword belonged to him.

A weapon is also part of one's power.

His previous actions seemed perfectly justified.

If they had such a dazzling sword...

Previously facing mere frivolous challenges, they would surely have slain it with a single strike, and allowed the ants to be courageous?

Facing a thousand Immortal Guard Army's assault, they'd certainly annihilate with one sword, why hold back?

Facing the request for allegiance, naturally reject it; do you mere Demon Venerables deserve?

Leng Huahan tried to calm his emotions before approaching Brother Cheng again.

He respectfully asked: "Ancestor, is this sword of yours possibly a Tier Eight Immortal Artifact?"

Hearing his words and seeing the other three elders' eyes on the Immortal Sword, Brother Cheng's good mood vanished.