Volume 3 - Chapter 411: Rather Die Than Yield (Part 2)
Jiang Xuming clenched his fists. He knew—these demons had come to kill the Human Clan’s geniuses. They would show no mercy. The moment they found an opening, they’d strike to kill.
But then again—was he not the same?
Concede…?
His clenched fists loosened. He looked toward his mother and gave a calm, relieved smile.
In that instant, Jiang Qiuyu froze.
Then, she saw Jiang Xuming raise his hand, tear open a rift in the air, and retrieve a vial of pills from within.
Jiang Qiuyu’s blood seemed to freeze. She panicked, wanting to stop him—but Jiang Xuming had already thrown back his head and swallowed the pill without hesitation.
Bang! Bang!
It was as if some invisible chains had broken. A blazing golden divine radiance erupted from Jiang Xuming’s body, only to shift a moment later into a chaos-like void aura. His hair whipped upward as his aura surged, surpassing his earlier level by far. His cultivation leapt from the eighth to the ninth level of the Immortal Lord Realm!
Boom!
A wave of surging blood qi came rushing in—only to be torn apart by a single thrust of his spear.
Jiang Xuming looked up. Cracks spread across his face—his Taixu Immortal Physique was nearing collapse.
The violent power coursing through him was terrifying—more terrifying than anything he had ever felt.
Kill!
Without hesitation, he roared and charged toward Chi Xu.
Chi Xu’s pupils contracted. A flicker of alarm flashed in his eyes—but it was quickly replaced by a snarl of fury. Blood qi roiled around him, and strands of black Dao patterns surged outward, covering his entire body.
“Devour the Dao, Swallow the Eight Desolations!”
Two of the demon geniuses watching the battle gasped. Their expressions turned grave.
They knew—Chi Xu had revealed his strongest trump card. His final, hidden strength.
Boom!
The Dao Arena trembled. Jiang Xuming, his aura at its peak, fused with his Dharma Image. His massive spear cleaved the skies as he dove into the blood sea.
Within that sea of blood, eight chains of jet-black iron shattered one by one. Then, a dreadful aura erupted from the depths.
Su Zhenyuan, Jiang Qiuyu, and the others all turned pale.
“Xuming!”
Jiang Qiuyu’s eyes brimmed with bloodlike tears. Her aura surged wildly, causing strange visions to manifest around her, forming a fearsome forbidden zone.
A deafening crash rang out. From the sea of blood, Chi Xu’s form suddenly emerged. This time, it was not a mass of red sludge—but a humanoid figure, covered in blood thorns and spikes. In his spiked hands, he held a figure—Jiang Xuming!
The divine spear in Jiang Xuming’s hands had snapped. Its light was gone. His Immortal Physique lay shattered, riddled with cracks. He struck at Chi Xu with celestial techniques and fists, but he could not break free. Instead, his aura weakened continuously, being siphoned away.
“To force me into this state… you deserve to die!”
Chi Xu growled, his voice filled with savagery and murderous intent.
Then, as if a thought occurred to him, he turned and looked toward the edge of the Demon Ancestor’s Dao Arena. A moment later, he grinned hideously.
His head suddenly swelled—and he bit down, crushing half of Jiang Xuming’s body in his maw.
In that moment, heaven and earth fell silent.
Across all 36,000 Immortal Cities, not a sound could be heard. People stood in stunned silence, mouths agape, as they watched the scene unfold.
Only the sound of chewing echoed within the Dao Arena.
“Overdrawn as he was… the flavor’s not bad,” Chi Xu muttered to himself, as if evaluating a dish. Then he glanced at the still-struggling half of the broken body. Blood poured from his palm, enveloping it.
“Concede, now!”
Jiang Qiuyu could take no more. She took the risk and transmitted a message, her voice quivering with anguish.
Jiang Xuming’s primordial spirit had already fled to the side. Watching as the demon gnawed at his immortal body, he let out a furious roar.
Three hundred golden bones within his primordial spirit lit up at once, bursting with blazing light. Then he hurled himself forward like a meteor, charging straight for Chi Xu.
He was going to burn his primordial spirit—drag the demon down with him in mutual destruction.
The force was terrifying. Even Chi Xu had to halt his feast, looking on with solemn wariness. He unleashed a barrage of blood techniques—spikes flying out one after another, targeting Jiang Xuming’s primordial spirit and wearing down its strength.
Ever since the ancient demon wars, both the Human Clan and the demon races had rigorously studied and refined techniques aimed at the primordial spirit. Even ten thousand years later, in the core lands of the True World, every race still stood tall. Through endless warfare, mighty generals rose. Cultivation methods across the board now emphasized the primordial spirit above all.
But… cultivating the primordial spirit was far harder than advancing one’s realm.
Even with heaven-defying talent, one could only slightly accelerate the process. Enlightenment alone wasn’t enough. It still demanded long years of slow accumulation.
For a peak genius like Jiang Xuming to have forged 300 golden bones in under a millennium—his talent was truly monstrous.
Boom!!
Suddenly, a black cauldron shot out from the blood sea and slammed into Jiang Xuming’s primordial spirit.
A thunderous crash echoed. The golden flames of his soul were extinguished on the spot. His mind reeled. He lost consciousness instantly.
The black cauldron flipped over, trapping him beneath it.
Chi Xu turned, continuing to devour Jiang Xuming’s Immortal Physique. Once he finished, he approached the cauldron, pouring blood power into it. Crimson blood flames ignited, burning fiercely.
The cauldron bore the power of a false domain. It sealed off sound and space, muting Jiang Xuming’s screams—but all could see the scene clearly.
Within the flames, Jiang Xuming’s primordial spirit struggled violently. His agonized howls could not be heard, but his body melted like wax.
The pain of the primordial spirit… was hundreds of times worse than physical agony.
He was being sacrificed alive. Everyone could imagine how excruciating, how wretched it must be.
“Concede! Let him concede already!”
“We’ve lost! We admit defeat! Just don’t let him die!”
In the various Immortal Cities, countless people cried out, frantic with desperation, wishing they could rush to the battlefield themselves.
Outside the Dao Arena, the Jiang Clan clenched their fists, biting down hard. Some had already lost control, crying out for Jiang Xuming to surrender—even though they knew their voices could never reach him. Still, they couldn’t stop themselves from shouting.
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