Unrivaled Comprehension: From Mortal to Immortal King

Surrounded by the overwhelming might of the army, ambushed by elite warriors of the Skeleton Clan, and engulfed in turbulent energy, Lin Jiufeng remained utterly indifferent, his expression as cold as ice.

At this moment, the power within him erupted without restraint. The supreme technique Divine Demon Body Refinement granted him an unparalleled physical form, allowing him to disregard the crushing pressure of the opposing forces. His focus was solely on the seventeen-bans Skeleton Clan warrior who had launched the sneak attack.

Boom!!!

Lin Jiufeng's energy surged forth, coalescing into an enormous, towering figure—the Human Immortal Phantom.

The instant the phantom materialized, Lin Jiufeng struck out with a devastating punch, colliding head-on with the bone saber of the seventeen-bans warrior.

The Human Immortal Phantom followed suit, delivering a mirrored punch.

Crack!

The bone saber shattered instantly. With his own two hundred threads of divine-demonic power, combined with the devastating might of the Human Immortal's fist, Lin Jiufeng sent his opponent flying. The warrior's bones quivered violently, his soul trembled as though being torn apart, and he was hurled backward.

"How… How is this possible?!" The Skeleton Clan expert was aghast, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He had launched a fatal strike, held a three-realm advantage over Lin Jiufeng, and yet—he had been utterly crushed.

A horrifying pain racked his soul, as if knives were carving through every inch of his essence, stripping it away bit by bit. It was an agony beyond words, an unbearable torment.

Overwhelmed by dread, the seventeen-bans warrior instinctively turned to flee.

"You can't escape."

Lin Jiufeng's voice was devoid of mercy. In an instant, he vanished from his spot, reappearing right behind the retreating enemy.

A fist descended.

The Human Immortal Phantom mirrored his attack.

Boom!

With the full force of his terrifying power behind it, the strike crashed down like a celestial hammer, capable of sinking lands and shattering stars. It struck directly at the warrior's soul.

Bang!

The seventeen-bans warrior's soul exploded into a radiant shower of shimmering fragments, scattering like celestial rain—beautiful yet harrowing.

Standing tall amidst the cascading soul fragments, Lin Jiufeng remained unmoved. Behind him, the Human Immortal Phantom loomed like a towering colossus, its gaze sweeping across the battlefield with absolute dominance.

The artifacts orbiting Lin Jiufeng—the Bright Moon, the Crucian Carp, the Golden Lotus, and the River of the Dead—glowed with a mysterious radiance. With only fourteen bans of cultivation, he had slain a seventeen-bans expert in just two strikes.

The battlefield fell into stunned silence.

A seventeen-bans warrior had been obliterated.

Lin Jiufeng, with only fourteen bans, had crossed three entire realms and executed his opponent with terrifying ease.

Tens of thousands of soldiers were shaken to their core. Moments ago, their combined momentum had surged like a tidal wave, hoping to crush Lin Jiufeng under sheer presence alone. Yet, he had casually dispersed their pressure using spatial techniques, neutralizing their advantage, and annihilating the Skeleton Clan warrior.

From within the Void Scroll, the Purple Azure Ancestral King gasped, eyes flashing with disbelief.

"He has mastered the Grand Dao of Space!"

The moment these words were spoken, the expressions of the gathered elites darkened.

Their gazes locked onto Lin Jiufeng, now filled with murderous intent.

The Grand Dao of Space was an incomparably rare power—one they had spent lifetimes pursuing in vain. Yet, this mere fourteen-bans youth had already grasped it?

If he was allowed to grow… Would the Human Race once again dominate the Dimensional Battlefield?

"Kill him!"

A furious roar erupted from the allied Thirteen Clans, their patience shattered. Lin Jiufeng had to be exterminated at all costs.

In the distance, Scholar of Painted Skin and Sword God Emperor Liu watched with grave expressions.

"He may be the future of our race," the scholar whispered.

"If the situation turns dire, take Lin and flee. I will hold them off. The hope of humanity lies with him, not with us."

Sword God Emperor Liu nodded solemnly. If the moment arrived, he would ensure Lin Jiufeng's survival at all costs.

The atmosphere grew heavier.

The thirteen clans bellowed as one, their combined voices shaking the heavens. Even the storm of wind and snow was scattered by the sheer force of their war cry.

Faced with such overwhelming opposition, Lin Jiufeng's battle intent only burned brighter.

Then—a challenger stepped forward.

From the void, a figure emerged—a powerhouse of the Ancient Royal Clan.

With wolf-like features and eerie emerald eyes, he exuded a deathly chill. A vast shroud of black thunderclouds churned behind him, blotting out the sky.

Clang!

He was clad in dark gold armor, forged from God-Iron of Eternal Night. In his hands, he wielded a long spear, cast from ten-thousand-year-old Frozen Black Iron.

He lunged.

Though he stood at a distance, he crossed it in an instant, appearing right before Lin Jiufeng.

A holy sound resounded—the Death Knell of the Dao.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"A Grand Dao resonance…! Only those who have reached the pinnacle can unleash such a terrifying technique!"

"This is a killing move of legend! Anyone who hears it… dies!"

"Who is he?!"

"He is Ao Han! The undisputed prodigy of the Thirteen Branches of the Ancient Royal Clan!"

The battlefield erupted in hushed whispers of shock and fear.

Three hundred years ago, Ao Han had dominated his era. Now, he had ascended to the seventeen-bans late stage, nearing his peak.

"Lin Jiufeng is finished!"

The Thirteen Clans' army erupted into cheers. With Ao Han's might, Lin Jiufeng's death was inevitable.

Within the Void Scroll, the Purple Azure Ancestral King smiled.

Ao Han's spear struck forward.

Boom!

The heavens and earth collapsed.

Thousands of Dao laws materialized—dragons roared, phoenixes danced, and the spear pierced toward Lin Jiufeng's forehead.

The land shattered, the void imploded, and all creation withered before its unstoppable force.

Everyone believed Lin Jiufeng was doomed.

But then—Lin Jiufeng raised his hand.

Amidst the boundless energy, his fingers glowed like divine jade, his eyes piercingly cold.

The Frozen Black Iron spear—an indomitable weapon of absolute destruction—was suddenly…

Caught.

With just two fingers.

Clang!

Time seemed to freeze.

The void fractured for hundreds of miles.

The chaotic energy, enough to obliterate ancient cities and topple celestial bodies, simply dissipated upon touching Lin Jiufeng's form.

A deathly silence engulfed the battlefield.

Everyone was in shock.

Even the Purple Azure Ancestral King, who had been so confident, was utterly dumbfounded.

"No!"

He roared in disbelief.

But it was too late.

Lin Jiufeng vanished—then reappeared before Ao Han.

"No!!!"

The ancestral king bellowed.

Splurt!

Lin Jiufeng's hand pierced through Ao Han's chest, ripping his flesh apart.

With a final, ruthless strike, he seized Ao Han's own spear—

—and nailed him to the void.