Unrivaled Comprehension: From Mortal to Immortal King

"Kid my foot!" The Purple Qing Ancestor King cursed furiously, pointing at Lin Jiufeng, enraged. "He's so powerful, and you still call him a child?"

The Painted Skin Scholar replied calmly, "He's just a fifteen-lock child, why bother arguing with him?"

The Purple Qing Ancestor King laughed angrily. "A child? Maybe you should reconsider what you're saying."

At that moment, a human-world immortal from the Skeleton Clan appeared. His bones were like jade, translucent like glass, and he looked beautiful and delicate, but his soul fire was fierce, exuding an overwhelming aura. He directly spoke, "You've killed our clan's talented youths one after another. Today, you must die here. Two human-world immortals won't be able to protect you."

The Skeleton Clan's immortal disregarded the Painted Skin Scholar and Sword God Emperor Liu, his terrifying aura immediately enveloping Lin Jiufeng. With a thunderous sound, it was as though a mountain fell, pressing down on him, attempting to crush him. Yet Lin Jiufeng stood firm, his body enduring the weight of the immortal's pressure without moving an inch.

Seeing this, the Skeleton Clan's immortal's soul fire flared up, and the Purple Qing Ancestor King's pupils narrowed in shock. They couldn't believe their eyes.

This human youth's body had already grown to this extent? He could withstand the pressure of a human-world immortal? He was only a fifteen-lock cultivator! If Lin Jiufeng continued to grow like this, wouldn't the dimensional battlefield soon witness the rise of a terrifying human emperor?

This realization spread quickly, and all the other clans watching the scene came to the same conclusion.

"That human child must die!" The Yasha Clan's immortal appeared, his momentum like a roaring wave, immediately locking onto Sword God Emperor Liu. His gaze was cold, clearly still holding a grudge from the previous defeat of the Thirteen-Clan Allied Forces.

"A weak human clan has produced such an overwhelming talent. Don't you realize you can't protect him? Lin Jiufeng must die today!" The Asura King's immortal spoke coldly.

"The grudge of the Thirteen-Clan Allied Forces, with hundreds of thousands of lives lost, must be repaid today!" The Stone Clan's immortal appeared in the mountains, his eyes cold as he stared at Lin Jiufeng.

"The human race, such a weak clan, should have been wiped out long ago." The Bati Clan's immortal sneered.

The Painted Skin Scholar furrowed his brow, observing the human-world immortals. Coldly, he said, "In the past, the human race ruled the dimensional battlefield. Even when countless clans rose and the kings battled, the human race was always the brightest gem. If not for the sacrifices made to save the dimensional battlefield, you clans would never have gained such power. It's laughable that now, instead of showing gratitude, you seek to eradicate the human race. You're all a bunch of ungrateful wolves!"

"That's ancient history. Do you think we care about that?" A vine emerged from the void, rapidly growing into a towering tree. Its trunk bore a face with sharply defined features, exuding an aura of dominance. It looked down at the Painted Skin Scholar with disdain. "Even if you speak of history, who knows if your human race was the cause of it all? Now you blame us, claiming it was for the dimensional battlefield? Ridiculous."

"Exactly. The human race is already in decline. It's better to just let it be wiped out completely." The Witch Clan's immortal appeared, his face expressionless.

At this moment, a host of human-world immortals appeared from various clans. Each arrival increased the pressure on the Painted Skin Scholar and Sword God Emperor Liu.

Soon, all thirteen clans' immortals gathered, demanding the death of Lin Jiufeng. It wasn't that they didn't want to kill the Painted Skin Scholar or Sword God Emperor Liu, but the Painted Skin Scholar was too enigmatic and deep, while Sword God Emperor Liu was unpredictable and difficult to target. It was far easier to just kill the human hope, Lin Jiufeng.

Lin Jiufeng's performance was too astonishing, and it frightened them into working together.

The Painted Skin Scholar and Sword God Emperor Liu felt the mounting pressure. This situation was very different from a month ago when only one human-world immortal from each clan had come. At that time, the Painted Skin Scholar and Sword God Emperor Liu could stand their ground together.

But now, during the Hundred-Clan War, more than one immortal had arrived from each clan. If it came to a real fight, the Painted Skin Scholar and Sword God Emperor Liu would be unable to hold them off.

The Painted Skin Scholar could no longer suppress his frown. "This is the Holy Angel Ancestor Land, and the Hundred-Clan War is about to begin. Are you really going to attack the human race right before the war? Don't you fear offending the Heavenly Dao?"

The Skeleton Clan immortal's soul fire snickered. "Don't use the Heavenly Dao to pressure us. We won't wipe out your human race, just this one Lin Jiufeng. The Heavenly Dao won't intervene in such a matter."

The Purple Qing Ancestor King snorted coldly. "Just like how Lin Jiufeng killed our clan's genius earlier, now we will erase him. A mere human boy cannot provoke the Heavenly Dao."

The Painted Skin Scholar stepped forward, standing in the void. A powerful aura surged from him as he coldly declared, "I'm here. If you want to kill Lin Jiufeng, you're dreaming!"

The Purple Qing Ancestor King continued, "I know you're powerful, but can you stop so many human-world immortals by yourself?"

"I'm here too!" Sword God Emperor Liu said, his face cold.

"You won't be able to!" The Ancient Tree Clan's immortal roared, locking his eyes onto Sword God Emperor Liu.

At the same time, around ten other pairs of eyes turned their focus onto the Painted Skin Scholar. These immortals, also participants in the Hundred-Clan War, didn't want to see a human genius rise unchallenged.

The Painted Skin Scholar's pressure was mounting. He knew that if he didn't show something truly formidable, Lin Jiufeng would be in danger.

In this critical moment, he stood firm, raised his hand, and made a sweeping gesture.

Boom!

The void cracked open, and an ancient scroll appeared, illuminating the earth and the sky with an endless light. It was dazzling, like it was shining through time, radiating a soft glow and a brilliance that captivated everyone's gaze.

This scroll emanated an immortal aura, one that seemed to transcend the three thousand worlds, piercing through nine heavens, arriving in the mortal realm. It was a divine relic that carried an eternal divine presence, shining alongside the sun and moon, stunning all the human-world immortals.

"Divine weapon!"

"This is an ancient immortal weapon!"

"Painted Skin Scholar actually controls an ancient immortal weapon?!"

"He must have acquired it when he entered the ruins. This is when he truly began to rise, he wasn't strong before that."

The onlookers gasped in shock upon seeing the ancient scroll.

The Purple Qing Ancestor King's brows furrowed. He hadn't expected the Painted Skin Scholar to come prepared with an immortal weapon, clearly to protect Lin Jiufeng.

"You think only you have an immortal weapon?" The Purple Qing Ancestor King couldn't help but sneer.

The Painted Skin Scholar's face was cold, his aura strong. He shook the ancient scroll, and an immortal light surged forth, tearing through the Holy Angel Ancestor Land. Every ray of light was like a track of the Dao, cutting through space and the sky, dazzling beyond compare and wielding unmatched power. The force specifically targeted the Purple Qing Ancestor King, who hastily retreated, unwilling to face it directly.

"I know you all have immortal weapons, but they certainly aren't with you. Today, if any of your clans' younger generations think they can defeat Lin Jiufeng, feel free to come forward. We'll gladly accept the challenge. But if you think you can bully him by using your human-world immortal strength, then I'm sorry. Even if I have to shatter this immortal weapon, I will drag all of you down to hell with me," the Painted Skin Scholar declared, his voice resolute as he surveyed the dozens of human-world immortals surrounding them.

Though they all felt his words were an exaggeration, none dared to act rashly. The Painted Skin Scholar's reputation, bolstered by the immortal weapon, ensured Lin Jiufeng's safety—for now.