Volume 3 - Chapter 409: The Great Battle Begins (Part 3)
The purple-robed man lifted his brows with a faint smile, full of unwavering confidence—victory already assured in his eyes.
Su Zhenyuan’s expression was cold. He raised a hand, and the sealing formation that cloaked the Demon Ancestor’s battleground began to ripple, slowly opening a gap.
As the battleground was revealed, all the clamor fell silent. Every gaze turned, breath held in anticipation.
The purple-robed man glanced at the arena, then turned to the twenty demon prodigies behind him.
“Which of you wants to go first?” His tone was calm, but carried undeniable pressure. “There is only one requirement for the first bout—you must win.”
At that, his gaze deepened. The twin pupils in his eyes gleamed with a sinister and icy light.
“If anyone loses… even if you survive, I’ll make sure you die.”
Despite the chilling threat, the twenty demon prodigies showed no fear. On the contrary, many of them stepped forward with eagerness.
“I’ll go first!”
“No need to fight over it—I can finish them off alone!”
“Just sit back and watch. You won’t even get a chance to enter.”
As seven or eight of them bickered over the first slot, a young man in a blood-red robe stepped forward. He spoke slowly:
“I’ll go.”
As soon as his voice rang out, the rest turned to look at him. Their expressions shifted slightly, and not another word of dispute followed.
“Very well,” the purple-robed man said, the light in his eyes softening. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “With you taking the lead, I’m at ease.”
At the same time, Su Zhenyuan, Jiang Qiuyu, and the other leaders turned to their disciples.
“This first bout must be won,” someone said. “We must strike hard and set the tone!”
“Who should we send?” Jiang Qiuyu looked toward Su Zhenyuan. “Isn’t it a bit early to send your precious daughter into the first match? Why not let one of ours go instead?”
Su Zhenyuan swept his gaze toward Su Muqing.
Feeling his eyes on her, Su Muqing gave a slight nod, indicating she was ready.
But Su Zhenyuan turned back to Jiang Qiuyu. “Do you have someone in mind?”
“Let Xuming go,” Jiang Qiuyu replied, eyes deep and steady. “In terms of combat power, he may not be any weaker than your daughter.”
Su Zhenyuan turned his gaze toward a youth from the Jiang Clan. The young man’s aura was vast and restrained—clearly one of their top-tier prodigies.
He nodded slightly. It was indeed a bit early to let Su Muqing make her move. Better to test the waters first. This Jiang Clan youth—he remembered him. In raw power, he might truly rival Su Muqing, especially with a soul longevity of over nine hundred years and a cultivation level even higher than hers.
“Very well. Let him go,” Su Zhenyuan agreed.
Beside them, Daoist Lin from the Lin Clan also nodded lightly in approval of the choice.
“Go,” the purple-robed man urged.
Jiang Qiuyu transmitted his instructions mentally, and the chosen youth, Jiang Xuming, slowly stepped forward. He was the elder brother of Jiang Huanhuan and one of the Jiang Clan’s top prodigies.
As Jiang Xuming emerged, the blood-robed youth from the demon side also stepped forward. His aura remained restrained, his cultivation still unreadable.
“Go, Brother Xuming!”
“Kill that demon! Skin him alive!”
The rest of the Jiang Clan were electrified with emotion, cheering him on with clenched fists.
Jiang Xuming’s expression was grim. He gripped a long spear in his hand and flew directly toward the Demon Ancestor’s battleground.
The purple-robed man and his companions had long since examined the arena and found no traps or tricks. They were at ease sending the blood-robed youth in.
Outside the battleground’s sealing formation was the Soulspan Mirror, which lit up as the two neared. Their soul longevity and silhouettes appeared clearly upon its surface.
Jiang Xuming: Soul Longevity — 927 years.
The blood-robed youth “Chi Xu”: Soul Longevity — 982 years!
Both were nearing the thousand-year mark—just shy of the upper threshold.
As the two stepped into the arena, the sealing formation slowly closed around them.
In that moment, countless gazes across the Gusu Imperial Star focused on the Demon Ancestor’s battleground.
“Jiang Xuming’s going first? Looks like we’ve got a solid chance,” Su Wanqing whispered beside Li Hao, her eyes bright with anticipation.
Many others relaxed slightly at the news. Jiang Xuming was well-known—this might indeed be a good start.
As the barrier sealed shut, the two inside began to exude terrifying auras.
No greetings. No needless chatter. Only blood feud and centuries of hatred.
Jiang Xuming’s power surged, and with it, his cultivation was revealed: Eighth Tier of the Immortal Lord realm.
Before the onlookers could rejoice, the blood-robed youth’s aura exploded as well—he too was at the Eighth Tier of the Immortal Lord realm!
Same cultivation!
At that moment, both human and demon spectators were struck by surprise.
Even with such close soul longevity, the demons had birthed such a monstrous talent?
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