Kill Our Way Back

Kill Our Way Back . . .

In the heart of the Hundred Immortals Forest, a sacred realm adorned with only 360 immortal statues, an unexpected chaos had erupted. Over a thousand participants had converged upon this sacred ground, drawn by the realization that it held unparalleled potential for cultivation. As their eyes fell upon the other geniuses already seated on the stone platforms before the statues, they grasped the golden opportunity that had presented itself. How could they possibly resist the allure of such a profound sanctuary? And thus, a cacophony of tumultuous battles unfurled.

Each stone platform served as a conduit to the immortal's will, granting those who occupied them a taste of the divine essence. After exhausting the insights from one statue, they sought further enlightenment from others, setting the stage for continuous clashes.

In this merciless arena, the price of failure was death, and the combatants understood the dire stakes. There was no room for leniency; every blow had to be decisive. Survival demanded an unwavering commitment to eliminating all potential threats. The ruthless pursuit of prey became the unspoken rule, with weaker participants falling prey to the relentless ambitions of their peers.

Some geniuses recognized the gaping chasm in their strength and chose to withdraw temporarily. They ventured in search of alternative training grounds, driven by the desire to acquire more formidable techniques before returning to this crucible of competition.

However, for the truly formidable geniuses, avoidance was never an option. They seized every opportunity to hone their skills, knowing that the path to greatness lay in relentless growth. For them, mere entry into the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect was a secondary goal. Their true aspiration was to secure a spot in the coveted top three, granting them the privilege of becoming disciples of the illustrious Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor.

One such platform had become the epicenter of a fierce battle. Jun Mengchen occupied it, his chosen statue emanating an aura of invincibility—a kingly will so overwhelming that even a fleeting glimpse evoked a sense of boundless might. Earlier, multiple participants had contested for this coveted platform, but Jun Mengchen had emerged victorious, setting the stage for his current struggle against three formidable opponents. The battleground crackled with intensity as the clash of titans continued unabated.

In the midst of the tumultuous battle, the observers couldn't help but be awestruck by the formidable bloodline power surging within the young warrior, Jun Mengchen. Despite his youth, his strength was undeniable. Whispers rippled through the crowd as they silently marveled at his prowess. The King Armor that encased him was a manifestation of his potent bloodline, a testament to the terrifying potential he possessed. The very essence of a royal lineage coursed through him, bestowing unparalleled might.

Yet, the odds were stacked against Jun Mengchen as he faced off against three supreme geniuses. Each of his adversaries wielded overwhelming power, and when they united their forces, their collective strength reached unprecedented heights. Jun Mengchen found himself in a dire predicament, struggling valiantly to hold his ground.

From a distance, a graceful figure streaked toward the battlefield with lightning speed. Her presence exuded an aura of elegance and power. It was none other than Qing'er, her astral soul materializing into a divine falcon radiating a holy brilliance. With a swift motion, she unleashed a powerful blast, commanding the falcon to swoop down upon Jun Mengchen's assailants. Her intent was clear—to tear through their ranks and rescue her comrade. A violet-golden glow surrounded her, adding an otherworldly radiance to her aura.

One of Jun Mengchen's opponents reacted with fury, summoning a violet demon silhouette to counter the divine falcon. However, it proved futile as the celestial bird easily tore the demon asunder. Qing'er wasted no time with words, springing into action the moment she arrived.

A blur of graceful movement ensued as she released a flurry of divine falcons. These magnificent birds descended upon their foes, overwhelming them with their divine might. One of Jun Mengchen's adversaries couldn't withstand the assault any longer and was forcefully expelled from the fray. As the pressure on Jun Mengchen eased, he couldn't contain his elation. "Senior sister, impeccable timing!" he exclaimed.

The other two opponents, battered and wounded, struggled to regain their footing. The battle around them intensified, with the clash of battle qi transforming the space into a tempestuous maelstrom. Thunderous explosions reverberated ceaselessly as the two adversaries were sent hurtling through the air, crashing heavily onto the ground. Their pallid faces betrayed their injuries as they coughed up blood.

All three of the geniuses who had previously besieged Jun Mengchen now stood battered and wounded. They quickly regrouped and turned their attention to Jun Mengchen and Qing'er, who stood united, their combined strength a formidable force to be reckoned with. As they surveyed their adversaries, their expressions darkened. They had not anticipated encountering such formidable opposition.

"This platform is under our control. If we don't band together to seize it, our chances will be lost," declared one of the three, casting a calculating gaze over the surrounding crowd.

Amid the fervent turmoil, questions of strategy and ownership hung heavily in the air. Someone voiced the collective concern, "With only one spot per platform, even if we unite to seize it, who will ultimately claim it?" The query resonated with the crowd, for they understood that capturing a platform was one thing, but defending it against rival contenders was an entirely different challenge.

It became evident that possessing strength was not enough; they needed someone whose might was so imposing that none would dare to covet their hard-earned spot.

In response, all eyes converged on a single location—the forefront of the battlefield. There, a line of 18 immortal statues stood, their solemn presence deterring any would-be disturbers.

Among these statues, Gusu Tianqi stood in unwavering solitude, exuding an aura of indomitable power. Even from behind, his imposing figure conveyed his majestic strength, leaving no doubt about his fearsome capabilities.

Each of these 18 immortal statues was claimed by supreme beings, the top rankers hailing from the thirteen prefectures. Additional formidable geniuses occupied platforms behind this elite group, and an unspoken understanding prevailed: they waited patiently for their peers to complete their contemplation before taking their turn. No conflicts marred this mutual agreement, as no one dared to challenge those at the forefront.

Jun Mengchen, positioned on a relatively advanced platform, ranked second among the Cloud Prefecture's disciples. Ordinarily, his platform would be considered off-limits. However, the immortal statue he had chosen was undeniably exceptional. Coupled with the fact that the Cloud Prefecture's reputation ranked among the lowest among the thirteen, avarice reared its head. Some individuals couldn't resist the lure and sought to seize his coveted spot.

At this crucial juncture, several figures swooped down, surrounding Jun Mengchen and Qing'er. Jun Mengchen fixed a steely gaze on the leader of this group, a familiar face they had encountered at the inn—the enigmatic Blackpeak.

"It's Blackpeak, disciple of the Deepflame Immortal King, accompanied by two Eastern Prefecture geniuses who share a close bond with him," murmured astonished onlookers. The mere fact that a disciple of the Deepflame Immortal King, a prominent figure, sought to confront these two raised eyebrows.

Blackpeak's piercing gaze bore into Jun Mengchen as he spoke, and the meaning behind his words became clear. "Back when Sage Child Ye Zixuan hosted a banquet, you and Qin Wentian exhibited a shocking level of insolence." Recognition rippled through the crowd. These were the individuals who had challenged Sage Child Ye Zixuan's authority, an act that would naturally incur the ire of someone closely associated with the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect.

"I can assist you in dealing with both of them, but you must relinquish this platform," Blackpeak proposed to the three injured geniuses who had previously clashed with Jun Mengchen. Though their expressions tightened, they ultimately agreed, "Very well, we no longer desire the platform."

"Despicable! You're all utterly shameless!" Jun Mengchen's disdain was palpable, and Qing'er frowned, urging, "We should leave."

Fury surged through Jun Mengchen's veins as he seethed, "Senior Sister, if we cross paths with those individuals during the test again, we must ensure their demise." His anger burned hot, and Zi Qingxuan nodded solemnly in agreement. With a shared resolve, they soared into the sky, ready to make a swift retreat. Both of them understood the futility of battling against such overwhelming odds; escape was their only viable option.

"Hmph," Blackpeak snorted disdainfully, raising his palms to unleash a scorching black palm imprint imbued with destructive force.

"Be gone!" Jun Mengchen's thunderous command resonated through the heavens and earth as he and Zi Qingxuan launched their counterattacks. Blackpeak's palm imprint failed to impede their escape, and the two shot into the sky, rapidly distancing themselves.

Blackpeak, left floating in the air, watched them retreat, acknowledging that chasing them was a futile endeavor. He couldn't afford to waste any more time and promptly claimed the stone platform for his comrade.

Meanwhile, as Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan continued their flight through the sky, Jun Mengchen couldn't help but lament, "I regret not having access to my innate techniques right now. If I did, I would have wiped them all out."

"No need for regrets," Zi Qingxuan reassured him. Despite their formidable violet-gold astral souls, the inability to wield their preferred techniques had stifled their full potential.

Jun Mengchen's thoughts then turned to their senior brother. "I wonder how Senior Brother is faring. He's exceptionally strong, and after so many days here, he must have grown even more powerful."

Zi Qingxuan suggested, "Let's search for other opportunities to enhance our strength. The Eastern Sage Cliff is teeming with potential blessings; we shouldn't squander this chance." Jun Mengchen concurred, and together, they continued their aerial journey.

After a while, Jun Mengchen's eyes widened in astonishment as they landed on a stone platform atop an ancient peak. There, Qin Wentian stood, engrossed in practicing his innate techniques, seamlessly applying his newfound theories and insights. His immersion was so deep that it seemed like pure enjoyment.

Zi Qingxuan cautioned, "Don't disturb him." She marveled at the seamless harmony between Qin Wentian's every move and the natural world, each attack exuding incredible power. His perfect alignment with the heavens left her deeply impressed.

"Eh? What brings you both here?" Qin Wentian's footsteps came to a halt as he noticed the two figures in the air. With a swift and graceful movement, he materialized before them.

"Senior, have you been here all this time? Weren't you on your way to the Hundred Immortals Forest?" Jun Mengchen inquired.

"I've explored several places before arriving here. I suppose I've lingered here for quite some time. But where is this Hundred Immortals Forest you're talking about?" Qin Wentian responded.

Jun Mengchen explained, "The Hundred Immortals Forest houses 360 immortal statues imbued with the will of immortals. You can connect with that will to learn immortal cultivation arts and receive an inheritance. However, it's incredibly chaotic, and battles are incessant. To be honest, I had to withdraw, and I even implicated Senior Sister."

Qin Wentian's eyebrows raised in surprise. Given Jun Mengchen's talent, this outcome seemed unexpected.

"I encountered the Hundred Immortals Forest right after I comprehended a single innate technique. Consequently, my current combat strength is comparatively weaker," Qin Wentian revealed.

"You did well, holding your ground against three opponents for so long. If not for Blackpeak and his allies intervening at the end, we wouldn't have been compelled to withdraw," Zi Qingxuan chimed in, explaining the situation further. Qin Wentian quickly grasped the situation and said, "Let's return there."

"We're going back to fight our way through?" Jun Mengchen's eyes gleamed with determination.

"Yes," Qin Wentian affirmed. Given the existence of a place like the Hundred Immortals Forest, he couldn't afford to miss it. Furthermore, it was likely the central battleground for the selection test.

"Exactly! Let's head out immediately!" Jun Mengchen responded enthusiastically.

Zi Qingxuan cast a thoughtful glance at Qin Wentian. While the three of them were undoubtedly formidable, she wondered if they could withstand the combined forces of numerous geniuses. Nonetheless, with their strength, even if they were defeated, escaping wouldn't be an issue. Thus, she nodded in agreement with Qin Wentian's proposal.

In her eyes, Jun Mengchen's exceptional talent was marred by his impatience. Compared to Qin Wentian, he seemed lacking in composure. Qin Wentian exuded an air of unwavering determination and resolution. He possessed the ability to remain calm and collected, yet could also display immense pride that seemed to reach the heavens. The more Zi Qingxuan interacted with him, the more she was convinced of his extraordinary nature.