Retreat?
They haven't obtained the cultivation method yet—how could these peerless Ancestral Immortals possibly retreat?
So after a brief silence, another fifteenth-layer Ancestral Immortal soared into the sky to duel Hannah Murong.
This Ancestor was extremely cautious. After Hannah Murong had already slain two fifteenth-layer Ancestors, they began to suspect she was pretending to be weak—after all, everyone present was an old monster who'd lived for over a hundred thousand years.
So as soon as they started fighting, he focused on defense, intending to test whether Hannah Murong was feigning weakness.
But at that moment, a divine sword appeared in Hannah Murong's hand.
It was none other than Ian Song's Crimson Haze Divine Sword.
"Kill!"
With the divine sword in hand, Hannah Murong's aura surged. Even though her opponent focused solely on defense, he lasted only two quarters of an hour before being cut down by her blade.
That made it the third fifteenth-layer Ancestor slain!
Immediately, the peerless Ancestors below grew grave, and soon began discussing via sound transmission.
In the end, they unanimously decided not to fight Hannah Murong one-on-one anymore, but instead to use their numbers to force her to hand over the technique.
"What, no one's coming up now?"
Hannah held the divine sword with a calm expression, looking down on the group of peerless Ancestors below.
The longer you live, the more you value your life.
Three of their companions had already died at her hands, so even in the face of Hannah Murong's disdain, none of them wanted to go up and die.
"Princess, hand over that technique and we won't hold anything against you! Otherwise, don't blame us for what happens!"
A fifteenth-layer Ancestor spoke in a deep voice.
Hannah Murong laughed scornfully, "Ha! What right do a bunch of cowards have to obtain a god-tier technique? Why don't you send two people to fight me!"
At that, the peerless Ancestors' faces turned ugly; many grew angry and murderous intent flickered in their eyes.
"Not even two of you dare? How about three at once!" Hannah Murong taunted, her voice dripping with contempt.
"Demoness, don't be arrogant. We'll fight you together!"
People live for their pride, just as trees live for their bark. After Hannah's humiliation, these peerless Ancestors couldn't bear to refuse. Three fifteenth-layer Ancestral Immortals soared into the sky, surrounding Hannah at the center.
"Looks like you still have some backbone. Go ahead, make your move!"
Hannah sneered.
"Princess, why go this far? Just hand over the technique, or the three of us won't hold back!"
One of the fifteenth-layer Ancestral Immortals tried to persuade her.
"Enough talk. If you won't make a move, then I'll go first!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Hannah swept out with her divine sword.
"You don't know what's good for you!"
"Do you really think you're invincible?"
"Let's see how the three of us kill you!"
All three fifteenth-layer Ancestral Immortals were enraged, shouting as they attacked.
In an instant, chaos erupted in the sky. Even the ground ten thousand meters below was shaken by the shockwaves.
The four fighters clashed more and more fiercely, their figures turning into streaks of light.
"Pfft!"
Blood sprayed across the sky as Hannah's left shoulder was pierced by a finger strike, leaving a bloody hole. But her divine sword split one of her opponents cleanly in half.
With one dead, the remaining two Ancestors attacked even more ferociously.
During the battle, Hannah suffered several wounds, her body stained with blood, looking utterly miserable. Yet in the end, she still prevailed, cutting down the last two fifteenth-layer Ancestors with her sword.
Her aura now grew extremely weak.
For a moment, everyone below was visibly moved. But Ian Song and Master Heaven-Secrets, who knew the truth, exchanged glances, both with a hint of amusement in their eyes. Ian couldn't help but marvel—every woman is born an actress.
Hannah's performance was flawless. Not to mention three, even if ten fifteenth-layer Ancestral Immortals attacked together, they wouldn't be able to harm her.
"Anyone else?"
Hannah provoked them again.
"Princess, stop fighting. If it comes to it, we'll fight them together!"
Ian stepped forward, playing along with Hannah's act.
"Hmph, a bunch of trash want my technique? Dream on!" Hannah looked utterly disdainful, then stared down and rasped, "This time I'll fight four at once. Do you cowards dare come up and die?"
"Princess, don't!"
Ian feigned worry, calling out in alarm.
"No worries, I can still fight! I'm just afraid these cowards won't dare come and die!" Hannah flashed a smile. Hearing this, the peerless Ancestors below felt their cheeks burn with shame.
"Hmph! Enough arrogance—let's fight!"
Finally, some fifteenth-layer Ancestors couldn't bear it any longer. Four figures shot into the sky. Ian sent Hannah a sound transmission: "It's about time to wrap this up!"
"Let me finish killing these four, then I'll reveal the truth!"
Hannah responded crisply.
The battle began once again.
Just then, radiant light surged from Hannah. All her wounds suddenly vanished, and her aura grew even stronger than before.
"Kill!"
Wielding the Crimson Haze Divine Sword, Hannah became a goddess of war, fighting four alone without a hint of fear.
"Not good! We've been tricked!"
The four fifteenth-layer Ancestors cursed inwardly, but had no choice but to fight with all their might.
Half a quarter of an hour later—
One fifteenth-layer Ancestor fell.
A quarter of an hour later, Hannah cut down two more fifteenth-layer Ancestors at once. The last one lost all courage to continue and tried to flee.
"Hmph! Think you can escape?"
Suddenly, the Hall of Reincarnation behind Hannah transformed into a black hole, pulling the fleeing Ancestor toward her. With a sword strike and a splatter, the last Ancestor was split in two.
"Damn it! We've all been played!"
"She's not fifteenth-layer at all—she's sixteenth-layer!"
"Everyone, attack together! Kill this wretched demoness!"
Ten fifteenth-layer Ancestors had died at Hannah's hands. The survivors were now terrified and dared not fight her alone, so they dropped all pretense and relied on numbers.
"Ian Song, it's your turn now!"
In a flash, Hannah shifted from the sky to Ian's side.
"Haha, don't worry—leave the rest to me!"
Ian laughed, suddenly holding ten Divine Summoning Talismans. With a thought, all ten were activated at once. Ten pillars of light descended, and from each one strode a giant over ten zhang tall.
"Kill all the fifteenth-layer Ancestors!"
Ian pointed at the remaining Ancestors and ordered the ten Divines.
"Ten Divines!"
"How can he summon so many Divines at once?"
"Run!"
Seeing the ten Divines descend, the remaining Ancestors' faces turned ugly as they desperately tried to flee.
But as they tried to escape, they realized the surrounding void was frozen and sealed—they couldn't get away. Ancestor Cyrus stepped out, laughing, "Disciple, your master isn't bad, right? I can trap these guys for at least half a quarter of an hour!"
"Master, you're awesome!"
Ian quickly shouted.
At that moment, all ten Divines moved at once.
"Splatter! Splatter! Splatter! Splatter!"
Blood sprayed, bodies exploded. The ten Divines attacked together, and in just a few breaths, more than twenty fifteenth-layer Ancestors were annihilated. The fourteenth-layer Ancestors watching were terrified, many faces filled with despair.
The old ministers of the Great Qin Immortal Kingdom, seeing this, were wild with joy, and their awe of Ian soared.
Seeing that escape was impossible, some fifteenth-layer Ancestors began fighting desperately.
But no matter how hard they fought, could they withstand ten Divines together?
In just half a quarter of an hour, the battle was over—all the fifteenth-layer Ancestors lay dead.