Unrivaled Comprehension: From Mortal to Immortal King

"Ahhhhh! I will kill you! I will slaughter the human race! Only a sea of corpses and rivers of blood can quell the rage in my heart! You are doomed! I will exhaust all the power of the Ancient King Clan to tear you apart, break your body into pieces, and burn your soul with the heavenly lantern!!!"

The Purple Qing Ancestral King was mad, shouting furiously, his whole body trembling with rage.

He struggled desperately, screaming with fury, his power boiling as he tried to break free from the void scroll, eager to descend and kill Lin Jiufeng.

But with the Painted Skin Scholar present, every time he struggled, he was forced back. Alone, the Purple Qing Ancestral King was no match for the Painted Skin Scholar.

Frustrated, the Purple Qing Ancestral King roared, "Everyone, attack together!"

The other thirteen clan experts exchanged glances, then rushed forward, pressuring the Painted Skin Scholar.

Clang!

A soul sword aura shot through the void, targeting one individual after another, forcing them back and changing targets, helping to reduce the pressure on the Painted Skin Scholar.

At this moment, the Painted Skin Scholar's soul was glowing as he fought fiercely and violently, unleashing terrifying energy. He truly embodied the essence of what it meant to be a leader of the human race.

The skies were filled with waves of battle, while the fighting on the ground continued.

At that moment, Lin Jiufeng, wielding a black spear, lifted the corpse of the Ancient King Clan's supreme expert, then crushed its body with a surge of true qi.

With large strides, he advanced alone, facing the massive army of hundreds of thousands.

In that instant, no one spoke. It had been so many years since the human race had produced such a figure—who would dare to kill the top experts of the Ancient King Clan like this?

In the midst of the snowstorm, there stood a young man, his black hair flying wildly, his eyes filled with murderous intent. With every step, he advanced toward the combined forces of the thirteen clans.

It was a breathtaking sight—a single man truly daring to face hundreds of thousands. Lin Jiufeng's overwhelming aura made the entire army hesitate to act.

Boom!

Lin Jiufeng casually swung his black spear, unleashing a sword aura hundreds of yards long, cutting through the ranks of the thirteen clans, killing thousands in an instant.

Using his black spear as a sword, Lin Jiufeng swung it freely, the terrifying sword aura rampaging through the battlefield, slaughtering the forces of the thirteen clans.

At this moment, the top experts of the thirteen clans in the sky were watching with eyes filled with rage. Their people were being slaughtered, but they couldn't do anything. The Painted Skin Scholar was too despicable, trapping them in a void painting, preventing them from saving their people. They could only watch as Lin Jiufeng wreaked havoc.

"Painted Skin Scholar, let us go!"

"Painted Skin Scholar, we are only the vanguard; the true experts of each clan have not yet appeared. How dare you slaughter our people?" The Giant King roared, his voice like thunder, constantly rumbling.

Lin Jiufeng suddenly looked up from the battlefield, coldly responding, "How laughable. You're allowed to slaughter my people, but not the other way around? Do you think this world revolves around you?"

With those words, Lin Jiufeng hurled his black spear like a meteor, piercing through the void, instantly killing a dozen Giant Clan experts. The Giant King's eyes bulged with rage, his fury uncontrollable: "You dare!"

"Chattering," Lin Jiufeng sneered, teleporting to the front. He grabbed his black spear, pulled it out, and a spray of blood mist followed. He swung it in all directions, unleashing a terrifying pressure that swept through everything.

At this moment, Lin Jiufeng's every step was a killing move. He wielded his power freely, his Dao Golden Core glowing within, and the techniques inscribed upon it appeared one after another.

Grass Sword Technique, River Sword Technique, Sky-Slicing Blade, One Sword to Slay Immortals, Life and Death Sword...

Ten Halls of Hell, Dragon Elephant Power, Gate of All Laws, One Thought Blossoms, Sovereign Over All...

All these techniques were unleashed by Lin Jiufeng, each one more powerful with the support of the Dao Golden Core.

At this moment, in front of the ancient city of the human race, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood were left behind. More than half of the thirteen clans' army had been slaughtered. Lin Jiufeng was drenched in blood, killing with madness. No one below the seventeenth ban was his opponent. With a wave of his hand, he could destroy them. The experts from the thirteen clans at the seventeenth ban were completely disregarded by Lin Jiufeng. He fought recklessly, exchanging injuries for kills in an extremely brutal manner.

Lin Jiufeng didn't care about his injuries. With his Demon Body Refining Technique, his wounds healed as soon as he circulated his qi.

This scene left the experts from the thirteen clans in the sky with eyes full of bloodlust and hatred, trembling in rage.

Before Lin Jiufeng, the thirteen clans' army had no resistance. Lin Jiufeng killed repeatedly, his black hair stained red with blood. The once pristine white land was now covered in dark red.

At first, the slaughter was accompanied by cries, but soon only begging for mercy remained.

The thirteen clans' forces tried to resist, but Lin Jiufeng had mastered the Space Dao, enabling him to teleport instantly. No matter how tightly they surrounded him, they couldn't trap him.

After killing many, Lin Jiufeng's killing intent surged. Holding his black spear, every strike was a guaranteed kill. He had endless stamina, shaking the heavens and earth, turning rivers into blood, leaving the thirteen clans' forces trembling in fear...

Facing such a terrifying Lin Jiufeng, they had no intention of resisting. By the end, they began to flee, desperate to escape.

Lin Jiufeng had no more pressure.

He was in a killing frenzy!

The thirteen clans' top experts, trapped in the void painting, were heartbroken. Watching Lin Jiufeng slaughter with abandon, their eyes were bloodshot.

But with the Painted Skin Scholar and Sword God Emperor Liu present, they couldn't break free. They could only watch helplessly.

...

As the sun set, the heavy snow briefly ceased. At that moment, the setting sun turned blood red, casting its glow on Lin Jiufeng's tall figure. He stood amidst the battlefield, his body erect like an eternal war god, his energy radiating outward, washing away the blood on his body.

At this moment, he appeared clear and flawless. With each step, he crushed the corpses underfoot, walking toward the crimson sky, staring at the thirteen clans' top experts.

The experts from the thirteen clans were all cold and silent, their eyes filled with hatred, venom, and jealousy.

Their anger and screams had ceased long before Lin Jiufeng's massacre ended.

The conclusion was clear.

The human race had survived this catastrophe.

It took only three individuals to hold off the combined forces of the thirteen clans' hundreds of thousands.

Not only that, but they had almost killed all the invaders.

The thirteen clans had suffered tremendous losses.

It wasn't just the loss of their people, but their reputation had been tarnished.

The thirteen clans had come to annihilate the human race with great fanfare, yet they had been utterly defeated by three humans. Once this news spread, the thirteen clans would be forever marked in shame.

"A remarkable talent has emerged in the human race. Ruthless and vicious, killing tens of thousands of lives at the Fourteenth Ban. Truly impressive," the Purple Qing Ancestral King said, his face dark as he gritted his teeth, staring coldly at Lin Jiufeng. His gaze was filled with murderous intent, as if it could become a tidal wave.

The Giant Clan expert glared at Lin Jiufeng, then coldly laughed, "You can only rely on the Painted Skin Scholar and Sword God Emperor Liu for so long."

The Yaksha Clan expert's face was gloomy as he stared. He was one of the main instigators of the human race's annihilation and had invested the most. Now all of it was lost, and his heart bled.

The Skeleton Clan expert emitted a mental wave, angrily saying, "Human brat, the Skeleton Clan will never rest until we are dead."

Lin Jiufeng ignored them, not taking their words to heart. He had long been at odds with the Skeleton Clan, ever since they issued a bounty on the battlefield of all dimensions.

The Painted Skin Scholar spoke at this moment, "Everyone, you cannot defeat me together, and I cannot kill you either. So leave now. This time, the human race will not be wiped out. Better luck next time."

The void scroll trembled at that moment, opening a portal and releasing the top experts of the thirteen clans.

Then, the Painted Skin Scholar stepped over to Lin Jiufeng's side, not saying a word, but his attitude was clear—no one would be allowed to sneak attack Lin Jiufeng.

"Hmph!"

Seeing the Painted Skin Scholar's actions, the Purple Qing Ancestral King coldly snorted. "You may protect him for now, but you can't protect him forever. The Hundred Clans Battle will soon begin, and you humans must participate. By then, you three will meet a tragic end."

The Skeleton Clan expert added, "We originally planned to wipe out your human race before the Hundred Clans Battle, but now that we have failed, we will do so in the battle itself."

The Yaksha Clan expert arrogantly declared, "The first Hundred Clans Battle was hosted by your human race, but the hundredth will be your final funeral song."

The other clan experts laughed coldly, eyeing the Painted Skin Scholar and Lin Jiufeng with sinister intent.

The Painted Skin Scholar calmly replied, "Don't worry, we'll participate in the Hundred Clans Battle. You needn't trouble yourselves."

The Purple Qing Ancestral King waved his sleeve and turned to leave. He hoped to recover from this crushing defeat next time.

The other clan experts glared deeply at Lin Jiufeng, marking him in their minds, then turned and left.

Soon, the experts of the thirteen clans had departed, and the snow began to fall again, gradually covering the sea of blood and the mountain of corpses on the battlefield.

The Painted Skin Scholar looked at the sea of corpses, then at Lin Jiufeng, sighing, "I never imagined you were so powerful. You were able to single-handedly defeat an army of hundreds of thousands."

At that moment, Sword God Emperor Liu appeared from the void and stood beside Lin Jiufeng, astonished. "I never expected your combat power to be so terrifying. You're far stronger than we were at your age."

"The waves behind push the waves forward. We are from the past, and the new era belongs to you," the Painted Skin Scholar said with a smile.

Lin Jiufeng shook his head slightly. "My cultivation is still too low. If I were stronger, none of these thirteen clan experts would have left alive."

"After today, your name, Lin Jiufeng, will spread across the entire dimensional battlefield through their mouths. Be careful from now on," the Painted Skin Scholar reminded him.

Lin Jiufeng nodded, as he had always been cautious.

"By the way, what did they mean by the Hundred Clans Battle?" Lin Jiufeng asked curiously.