Chapter 1812: After the First Round of Battle, A Challenge to All (Part 1)

The battle still raged on in the void, where star seas churned and countless celestial bodies blazed fiercely.

Vast immortal power surged, forming storms that spanned hundreds of miles, roaring incessantly.

“Jie jie! The Cloudveil Immortal Sect truly lives up to its reputation. Even our Sect’s Ghostwalk Grand Art couldn’t claim full victory.”

At this moment, seeing that both Elder Yuntian and Elder Yundi had begun healing, the Ghostwalk Grandmaster sneered and suddenly addressed Old Man Yunshi.

“Hmph!”

Old Man Yunshi responded with a cold snort, his gaze filled with displeasure.

Clearly, the Ghostwalk Grandmaster’s words were laced with sarcasm.

On the surface, it appeared to be praise for the Cloudveil Immortal Sect’s formidable strength. But in truth, it was a veiled insult—implying that even after millions of years of development, the Cloudveil Immortal Sect was only on par with the far younger Ghostwalk Sect.

Such comparisons were deeply resented by ancient sects like Cloudveil.

“I admit your Ghostwalk techniques are impressive, but even so, you’ve still stumbled—why else would one of your elders be missing?”

Without hesitation, Old Man Yunshi retorted mockingly.

Hearing this, the Ghostwalk Grandmaster’s eyes narrowed as he glanced toward Jiang Chengxuan, causing the latter to feel a sudden chill, as if an icy gaze was fixed upon him.

What Yunshi didn’t know was that the missing elder had in fact perished at Jiang Chengxuan’s hands.

His offhand mockery inadvertently drew more hostility toward Jiang Chengxuan.

Jiang Chengxuan felt a bit helpless, but didn’t let it bother him too much.

He had always held to a clear creed: If others don’t offend me, I won’t offend them. But if they do, I’ll return the favor tenfold.

Since the Ghostwalk Sect made the first move to covet treasures and attack him, their elder’s death was only natural and justified.

He had long since made peace with his actions, with no regrets.

“Rumble!”

Before more could be said, thunder cracked through the void—signaling the final moments of the remaining two battlefronts.

All eyes turned toward the explosive sounds.

In an instant, at the battlefield between the Heaven Sword Sect elder and the Berserker Blade Demon Lord, heavenly light tore through the void, severing rivers of stars!

Terrifying sword and demonic light clashed, threatening to annihilate everything.

At the center of their clash, a blazing sun seemed to rise, igniting the universe!

Then, sword and blade light exploded outward, shattering space with each strike.

Stars were cleaved into countless shards. Even chaos itself was rent asunder.

Witnessing this, both the Blood Demon Immortal of the Desolate Blood Sect and the Sword Elder of the Heaven Sword Sect turned their full attention to the fight.

This clash of powers had already reached a level close to that of a Golden Immortal—a final, all-out confrontation!

“Rumble!!”

Moments later, the devastating waves of energy began to subside.

As the blinding heavenly light faded, a scene of desolate ruin emerged in the void.

“Ah… ahaha! It’s me—I’ve won!”

At last, the victor became clear.

The Berserker Blade Demon Lord stood amidst the destruction, raising a dim crimson demon blade, grinning ferociously.

His entire body was covered in countless wounds. Flesh peeled back, he was soaked in blood—practically a walking corpse.

Yet he had prevailed.

Thanks to a demonic technique that greatly amplified his blood vitality, he possessed far more stamina than an ordinary immortal.

That, ultimately, was what decided the outcome.

In terms of raw offense, the Heaven Sword elder may have even been stronger.

But in such a brutal, close-range slugfest, endurance and defense mattered just as much as attack.

And in that regard, the Demon Lord had the edge.

“Hahaha! Good! Excellent! Well done!”

The Blood Demon Immortal burst into raucous laughter.

Ever since entering the Golden Immortal’s sanctuary, the Desolate Blood Sect had faced setback after setback.

Finally, he had something to cheer about—how could he not be thrilled?

“Bring him back.”

On the other side, the Sword Elder showed little emotion at his disciple’s defeat.

At his command, one of the remaining elders silently went to retrieve the fallen warrior.

In contrast to his superiors’ stoic reaction, the defeated Heaven Sword elder looked mortified and ashamed, struggling to even stand.

To the Heaven Sword Sect, defeat in battle was more unbearable than any punishment, even if no one blamed him.

“Buzz——!”

Just then, on the Heaven Sword Sect’s other battlefield, the Proud Sword Venerable seemed to have sensed his companion’s loss.

Without hesitation, he activated an immensely powerful secret technique.

Terrifying sword intent ignited the heavens and shook the world!

Under everyone’s gaze, six heavenly swords burst forth from the chaos, piercing the sky and ripping through the demonic beast tide.

At once, Proud Sword Venerable’s body burned with immortal flame, soaring into the air with his swords.

In that instant, he stepped onto one of the swords, fusing with it as one.

The rest of the swords merged into a single colossal blade—

A supreme sword of unity, radiating the might of ten thousand blades under one command!

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