“Screech—”

The Vermillion Bird King cried out among the heavens. Scorching flames fell like artillery shells.

The scattered cultivators in the far distance were all dumbfounded. From their vantage point, they could clearly see that wherever those flames touched the Ten Great Immortal Sects’ martial artists, the final result was complete annihilation into nothingness!

“Too terrifying!”

“This is one-sided slaughter!”

“The Ten Great Immortal Sects are probably finished this time!”

With so many elites dying at Eternal Immortal Mountain, it would inevitably shake their sects’ foundations. In severe cases, they might never recover!

“Boom!”

Suddenly, an explosive roar came.

The scattered cultivators all looked over and saw the ground in the distance caved in. An Immortal Sect Master lay in the depths, with a prominent sword mark on his chest, having completely lost all signs of life!

This was… the fourth one to die!

Everyone hurriedly raised their heads and saw Jun Changxiao standing proudly in the sky, his entire body shrouded in dark energy, like a demon emerging from hell.

Lin Haoyan and the other four Sect Masters had cold sweat beading on their foreheads. Though they appeared calm on the surface, their hearts were panicking like dogs inside.

Killing peak Truth-Seeking Realm experts as easily as reaching into a bag to retrieve something.

Who could withstand that?

If it were anyone else, they would have begged for mercy long ago.

However, as leaders of the Ten Great Immortal Sects that ruled the Upper Realm, even though the current situation was extremely unfavorable to them, they wouldn’t lower themselves to beg Jun Changxiao for forgiveness.

Of course.

Even if they knelt and kowtowed, it would be useless now.

Jun Changxiao had already steeled his heart to obliterate all invading enemies, using action to tell the Upper Realm: Those who offend my Eternal Sect will be executed!

Speaking of which, the main quest was to reach Immortal Sect level within a hundred years. Now that he was thoroughly trampling forces of that level underfoot, didn’t that essentially mean completing it in a roundabout way?

Thinking of this, Jun Changxiao’s killing intent grew even stronger.

“One general’s success is built on ten thousand bones.”

“Today, I’ll use your Ten Great Immortal Sects’ corpses to build the throne for my Eternal Sect’s rise to the pinnacle!”

“Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!”

“Splurt!”

“All Things Become Swords!”

“Splurt!”

Empowered by divine weapons and the first and second forms of Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Jun Changxiao instantly harvested two Immortal Sect Masters, giving them no chance to dodge.

After breaking through to peak Truth-Seeking Realm, probably only powerhouses at Gongsun Ruoli’s level in the Upper Realm could trouble him.

“Two more dead!”

The martial artists observing from afar saw only Lin Haoyan and two others standing in the sky, their expressions growing increasingly spectacular.

Peak Truth-Seeking Realm, top-tier powerhouses of the Upper Realm.

In such a short time, Jun Changxiao had obliterated six of them. How terrifyingly horrifying was this!

Some might ask.

Weren’t there ten Sect Masters? Why does the count only come to nine?

That’s because Jun Changxiao had knocked down the Qianyin Immortal Sect Master earlier.

This fellow was currently lying in a deep pit playing dead, occasionally pawing dirt over his face while secretly praying: “Don’t notice me, don’t notice me…”

“Splurt!”

Sword light flew over, penetrating his chest.

“Poof!”

The spurting blood’s force sent the dirt flying, revealing the Qianyin Immortal Sect Master’s ferocious face. Before dying, he roared in his heart: “Who asked that question? You got me killed!”

Thus far.

Of the Ten Great Immortal Sect Masters, seven were dead.

Powerhouses of this level had previously been sky-piercing awesome existences, but now they’d become corpses lying in the mountain forest—truly lamentable.

“Next.”

Jun Changxiao raised the Supreme Immortal Sword, pointing at Lin Haoyan, saying coldly: “Your turn.”

From appearance until now, he’d talked the most.

This led Gou Sheng to suspect that the invasion of the Eternal Sect was single-handedly planned by him.

Correct.

The Eliminate Dog Operation was indeed Lin Haoyan’s responsibility.

Not killing him immediately was to let him personally witness the deaths of several Sect Masters, making him deeply realize how laughable the act of invading the Eternal Sect was!

“Kekeke!”

Jun Changxiao laughed strangely: “I ask you, do you regret this?”

The system was speechless.

Laughing so strangely at this critical juncture could easily make readers suspect the host was the real villain.

Actually, there was no question of righteous or villainous sides between the Ten Great Immortal Sects and the Eternal Sect. One side was defending authority, the other challenging it. Whichever side died or lived had nothing to do with righteousness.

“Regret!”

“Deep regret!”

Lin Haoyan clenched his fists tightly, eyes nearly splitting with rage: “If I’d known you would grow to this level in such a short time, I should have obliterated you in the void when your entire sect ascended!”

“That’s not true regret.” Jun Changxiao infused power into his sword, his tone cold: “That’s called being unrepentant until death!”

“Whoosh—”

Sharp sword energy sliced through the void, ruthlessly slashing toward Lin Haoyan.

Based on the several Sect Masters who died earlier, he basically had no chance of dodging. Even if he summoned various treasures, they would be shattered along with him.

However, when the sword energy tore through and traversed this Sect Master’s body, it dissipated like a phantom image.

Jun Changxiao frowned: “Used a divine ability to escape?”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

At the same time, the other two remaining Immortal Sect Masters also used some kind of divine ability. Their entire bodies vanished from the spot, leaving only smoke resembling car exhaust.

“The monk can run, but the temple cannot.”

Jun Changxiao withdrew the Immortal Sword into his spatial storage, saying coldly: “After cleaning up this battlefield, I’ll personally pay a visit!”

“Poof!”

After speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

“Whoosh whoosh!”

A breeze blew, and his full head of green hair fell out, making his head shiny and bald again.

“Hahaha!”

The system said: “Overexerted yourself, old ailment relapsed!”

“…”

Jun Changxiao took out the modified hair growth agent, squeezed out a glob, and haphazardly smeared it on his head, then ordered: “Kill all the rest, don’t let a single one escape!”

“Yes!”

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

The disciples’ killing intent surged as they charged over to engage in battle.

With the Vermillion Bird King restricting from above, and having lost their generals and commanders, the Immortal Sect martial artists were destined to be completely annihilated.

…

“Finally arrived!”

“Strange, why is the Eternal Sect still standing?”

Half an hour later, more scattered cultivators successively arrived on the scene. Seeing the mountain gate with the plaque reading ‘Eternal Strongest Sect’ still standing safe and sound, many showed puzzled expressions.

“You came too late.” Those who arrived earlier, gradually recovering from their shock, said: “The Eternal Sect has already completely annihilated the Ten Great Immortal Sects’ forces.”

“I see…”

“What? The Ten Great Immortal Sects were completely annihilated by the Eternal Sect?”

…

This day was destined to be extraordinary.

This day was destined to become eternal.

However, the Eternal Sect disciples who completely annihilated the Ten Great Immortal Sects’ martial artists and accomplished this world-shocking achievement were currently collecting scattered spatial rings throughout the immortal mountain.

“Sect Master.”

Inside the sect’s great hall, Li Qingyang approached and reported: “According to statistics, over six hundred new battle mechas were lost, ten thousand Mowang soldiers were casualties, and one disciple was injured.”

“Who was injured?”

“Jing Zhixiao.”

Jun Changxiao shook his head: “Only him getting injured—too shameful. After he recovers, have him clean latrines with Mao Xiaodao for ten days.”

“Yes.”

Li Qingyang withdrew, heading toward the Medicine Hall.

Jing Zhixiao, who had been full of vigor, sensed his senior brother coming and immediately lay down on the sickbed at maximum speed, feigning weakness: “Though I… may die… I’m still… an Eternal Sect disciple…”

“Junior Brother Jing.”

Li Qingyang said: “The Sect Master has ordered that after you recover, you’ll clean latrines with Junior Brother Mao for ten days.”

“Ah?”

Jing Zhixiao jumped up with a whoosh, howling: “Why!”

“You’re fine?”

“Uh… no…”

Jing Zhixiao clutched his chest in pain: “My head hurts so much… probably my soul was damaged when the mecha exploded…”

Li Qingyang roared: “What does your head hurting have to do with your chest!”

“…It suddenly transferred!”

“In my opinion, Junior Brother is deliberately making false injury reports. This should be sent to the Discipline Hall for at least a month of wall contemplation.”

“Swish!”

Jing Zhixiao jumped from the sickbed, performing a set of military boxing with full vigor, saying: “Suddenly doesn’t hurt anymore!”

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