283: Chapter 283 Killing someone isn't enough; you also have to destroy their spirit.

Seeing this scene, countless humans were first stunned, then became incredibly excited.

"Heavens, the Savior and the others have the upper hand; they've injured the Yimo Clan's Saint Ancestor!"

"Are we going to win? Are the Savior and the others going to win? Is our Human Race really going to be saved this time?"

"The Savior is invincible!"

Countless people trembled with excitement; some shouted, some wept, and some embraced each other.

They had just been driven to despair by the terrifying power of the Yimo Clan's Saint Ancestor's descent, thinking there was no hope, but they hadn't expected the Savior to be so strong.

Having the upper hand made countless humans overjoyed beyond words.

In contrast to the Human Race's side, the Yimo Clan's side was deathly silent.

They stared blankly at their Saint Ancestor flying backward in the sky and at the splattered immortal blood, unable to believe their eyes.

The Saint Ancestor... is injured?

The invincible Saint Ancestor was actually wounded?

How is this possible? What should they do now?

An Ming stood in the Void Realm, looking down at the wound on his chest.

These wounds were slowly healing, but the speed of healing was much slower than normal.

Various dao principles were eroding the wounds, preventing them from recovering.

An Ming looked up at the three people standing within the sword formation.

There, Jiang Hao and the other two were looking at him with indifferent expressions.

An Ming's expression changed, becoming extremely unsightly!

Gone was his high-and-mighty posture, and gone was his invincible confidence as a True Immortal.

His heart was churning with stormy waves of shock.

What kind of monsters are these three?

How can the human dao domain be this strong? Is this right?

That Yuanshi, whom he had severely wounded back then, was now actually strong to this extent.

The one using the sword had Sword Qi so sharp that it even made his heart palpitate.

And then there was this Jiang Hao, the youngest and also the strongest; the power of his fist technique shocked him.

It was this unrivaled, supreme fist technique that had wounded him!

He was actually not a match for Jiang Hao's trio!

An Ming had lived for so many years and experienced countless battles, yet he had never been suppressed and beaten by three human dao domain Cultivators like today; it felt like a dream.

"Very good, you all are very good!" An Ming's eyes turned crazed.

"I didn't want to use this thing, but you've forced my hand. Let this technique be your funeral!"

His hands moved in mysterious trajectories, and then a phantom of a spear slowly emerged from his palms.

This spear was golden all over, with ancient patterns flowing across its body.

Each of these patterns contained terrifying power, as if they could pierce through and end everything.

It was precisely the phantom of the Chi Feng Spear!

The An Family's ancestral Immortal King secret technique.

As soon as this spear appeared, the entire world trembled, threatening to destroy the myriad daos, pierce through everything, and suppress all.

That pressure was too strong—so strong that even the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, which had remained stable during the intense battle, was instantly broken!

This was the power of an Immortal King Art!

Invincible!

"To be able to force me to use this technique as human dao beings, the three of you have enough to be proud of."

An Ming stared at Jiang Hao's trio, his eyes filled with crazed killing intent.

"To be able to die under this spear and witness my clan's true Immortal King Art is your honor."

His aura surged wildly, and the phantom of the Chi Feng Spear became increasingly solid.

Heavenly Venerable Lingbao looked at the spear, his eyebrows twitching slightly.

"Is this an Immortal King Art?" Sensing that terrifying pressure, he secretly marveled at its power, his expression becoming solemn and curious.

This thing was indeed terrifying; just the patterns flowing on the spear made his heart palpitate.

Each pattern contained dao principles far beyond the level of a True Immortal; they were marks left by a higher-level existence.

It was not on the same dimension as a True Immortal; it was far too strong!

No wonder An Ming was so confident.

Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi was also looking at the spear; his face showed no expression, but a flicker of solemnity passed through his eyes.

"In that battle back then, he didn't use this secret technique," Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi spoke slowly.

"It seems he didn't think it was dangerous enough during the Mythological Era," Heavenly Venerable Lingbao smiled. "This time is different."

The two looked at each other, both seeing what was in the other's eyes.

It wasn't fear; it was Battle Intent.

This Immortal King secret technique was indeed powerful, but because of that, it was worth fighting against.

Having lived to this point, what great storms had they not seen? Even an Immortal King Art couldn't frighten them.

...

On the Human Race's side, the joy that had just arisen was swept away by this sudden, terrifying pressure.

As soon as the phantom spear appeared, everyone felt that world-destroying power.

Even from a great distance and despite the obstruction of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, that pressure still reached them.

Like an eternal divine mountain, it weighed down on everyone's heart.

"What is that..."

"So terrifying, I feel like I can't breathe..."

"The Savior and the others... can they block it?"

Countless people looked up at the sky, their faces filled with worry and fear.

The spear's light was too brilliant, so much so that it stifled any thought of resistance.

That kind of power simply couldn't be countered; it completely prevented any will to resist, leaving only despair.

Zhao Cheng and Zhao Ning stood in the crowd, looking up at the sky.

The two looked at each other, both seeing horror and worry in the other's eyes. Could they still win this time?

"Trust Senior Jiang." Suddenly, Zhao Ning spoke, her voice soft yet firm. "He will definitely win."

Hearing this, Zhao Cheng also nodded vigorously. Right, trust Senior Jiang; he can definitely do it!

...

The three Elders of the Human Race's Holy Land stood at the highest point of the Holy Land, watching the sky-blotting shadow of the spear.

Elder Qi's hands were trembling.

That pressure was too strong—so strong that even a random wisp of it was difficult for a Great Saint Realm Cultivator like him to bear.

And this was even through the Sumeru Mustard Seed space! One could see how terrifying it was!

Elder Qi muttered, "The Yimo Clan's Saint Ancestor actually has such a method..."

The Daoist nun, Elder Xi, turned pale, but her eyes were fixed on the sky.

"Will the Heavenly Emperors..."

"They will win, the Heavenly Emperors will win!"

Elder Ming interrupted Elder Xi, clenching his fists!

He didn't know if Jiang Hao could block it either; power of that level had already exceeded his understanding.

But he knew one thing.

If Jiang Hao lost, everything would be over.

So he could only believe.

Believe that Jiang Hao can win!

Hearing this, Elder Qi and Elder Xi also nodded firmly, muttering, "They will definitely win!"

...

On the Yimo Clan's side, there was a scene of jubilation.

"Saint Ancestor! The Saint Ancestor is showing his might!"

"What is that thing? It's too strong!"

"The Saint Ancestor is invincible! Kill that Human Race Savior!"

Countless Yimo knelt on the ground, bowing toward the shadow of the spear in the sky.

They didn't understand what an Immortal King Art was, nor did they understand the True Immortal Realm.

They only knew that when that spear appeared, the entire world trembled.

That kind of power was true invincibility.

Just now, when the Saint Ancestor was injured, they were still panicking.

Now, seeing the Saint Ancestor use such a method, that bit of panic had completely vanished.

"Look at those humans, every one of them is scared witless!"

"Hahaha, they're dead for sure!"

"The Saint Ancestor is invincible!"

The shouts rose and fell one after another.

...

Above the heavens.

An Ming held the phantom of the Chi Feng Spear, his aura surging to the limit.

He looked at Jiang Hao's trio, his eyes filled with crazed killing intent and a hint of smugness.

"How is it?" An Ming sneered. "Have you felt the terror of an Immortal King Art?"

Jiang Hao looked at An Ming, feeling somewhat speechless.

This grandfather and grandson of the An Family are truly of the same mold.

Even when severely injured, after using their ancestral Immortal King Art, they become very confident and arrogant again.

Clearly, they have an inexplicable confidence in their family's Immortal King Art.

But thinking about it, it makes sense; the Immortal King Art is indeed powerful, and its record must be glorious, a reputation forged through slaughter.

It was the countless glorious achievements of the past that gave them this invincible confidence.

Unfortunately, the luck of An Ming and his grandson is mediocre now; they both encountered Jiang Hao, and their good luck has run out.

"Your grandson An Qiong said the same thing before." Jiang Hao suddenly smiled and spoke with great interest.

"At that time, he was just as confident as you are now, and then he died, beaten to death by me. His corpse even made quite a contribution to dealing with you."

"Hmm?"

As soon as Jiang Hao said this, An Ming's face instantly froze, then changed drastically, becoming extremely unsightly!

These words were like a knife, stabbing fiercely into his heart!

This was killing and destroying the heart!