The Greatest System With 100 Million Life Prizes
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Chapter 39: Will It Come Again?
Duanmu Hong felt a little skeptical about life. He had been hit by the Blood Cutter and his soul was destroyed by Lingtai. He should have died beyond his means of life.
What about the miraculous awakening through potions?
Impossible!
Even if an Immortal Da Luo were to come, resurrection would still be impossible!
"Right, we saw it too."
The parents did not doubt Duanmu Hong at all. After all, they watched the 'long-distance live broadcast' and saw how Jiang Cheng died with his own eyes.
"What's really going on?"
"Could he have faked his death?"
"If we stay behind to examine her body then..."
Although the elders did not blame themselves, Duanmu Hong was unable to hide his embarrassment. He felt that the trust in the clan leader had been questioned.
He even doubted himself, thinking about whether he was too careless and retreated before killing his target.
If he delivers the final blow back then, then there will be no problem, right?
"Since he's still alive, I'll kill him once more!"
His face became solemn, and his eyes were filled with predator gazes.
"I can't believe he can't be killed!"
"Huh?"
"Will it come again?"
This time, Duanmu Hong did not bring the Blood Cutter and flew straight out.
He said a cold and frozen sentence.
"The person I want to kill, won't be able to live until the second day!"
Of course, Jiang Cheng could not imagine that the person who had just killed him would become extremely resentful of him.
When he flew eight thousand miles to the Chirui Sect, he was once again attacked.
Duanmu Hong rushed over this time, and the two sides collided.
Although he did not bring the Blood Cutter, once they met, Duanmu Hong used the strongest move of the Duanmu Family Source Seal Fire Cutter.
In an instant, the surrounding world became gloomy.
A sinister aura filled the air, and a cold Qi seemed to grow from within, trying to extinguish the flames of the divine soul.
This sword technique was specially developed by the Duanmu Family to fight against the Great Illuminating Fire Sword Technique of the Chirui Sect.
Even the names of the two sword techniques were complementary.
However, Jiang Cheng was now no longer the same as Jiang Cheng an hour ago.
Lingtai Level 6, one level higher than Lingtai Level 5 Duanmu Hong.
Moreover, Duanmu Hong was very familiar with this sword technique.
Wasn't this the Source Seal Fire Sword Technique that was included in the improvement reward that the system gave him?
With a shrewd look, he summoned his spiritual sword and met with it.
For a time, this area became like a devil's lair, even more desolate.
To be honest, Duanmu Hong himself felt like he was seeing a ghost.
He thought it would be a definite victory, that he could end with one move.
But Jiang Cheng persisted, not only surviving, but also using the Duanmu Family Sword Technique.
Not only did it use the same sword technique, but it also possessed the same level of sword skill!
How come?
The Duanmu family had more than a set of sword techniques, but this Source Seal Fire Sword Technique was only passed on to direct descendants, even some outside members had never learned it.
Moreover, even direct descendants had never managed to train this sword technique to the sixth level!
And Jiang Cheng before his eyes was actually training up to the same eighth level as him!
How come?
His surprise did not end there; he realized that the other party was also using the Duanmu Family's Shuihan Heart Sutra.
Indeed, without cultivating the Duanmu Family Heart Sutra, one would not be able to use the Source Seal Fire Sword Technique.
But the fact that the other party's cultivation level was the same as his was something unbelievable.
On the other hand, Jiang Cheng finally came to a realization.
His cultivation and identical sword techniques gave him the impression of meeting with a clone.
But fortunately, the system gave him a Level 6 Lingtai, only slightly higher than Duanmu Hong, who was firmly holding the advantage.
As they fought, Duanmu Hong became even more frightened.
Who is this guy?
How could he learn the Duanmu Family Heart Sutra and their sword techniques?
(Late chapter)
To reach this level, it would take centuries. Could it be that he infiltrated the Duanmu family centuries ago? Does he have any other power behind it? How much information and resources have they stolen from the Duanmu family over the past few centuries? How many acts of harm to the Duanmu family did they do in secret? The elders of the Duanmu family who were observing this battle from a distance also had similar thoughts.
"How...how could he be so strong?"
"The weakling used this sword, this technique, could it be that we have a traitor in the Duanmu family?"
"There must be a high treason, otherwise the last layers will not leak."
"True, without internal cooperation, such a thing would be impossible."
"I remember, two hundred years ago, the fifth elder died. Could there be someone controlling from behind the scenes?"
"And eighty years ago, my mysteriously lost granddaughter, Duanmu Ziyue..."
For a moment, suspicion and paranoia filled the room.
As they stared at each other, everyone's gaze betrayed their disbelief.
The swish!
Duanmu Hong could not hold himself back anymore and, despite being injured, quickly moved away.
"Wait on! When did you steal our techniques and skills?" asked Duanmu Hong in a firm voice.
Seeing the sudden sharp expression while interrogating him, Jiang Cheng was friendly inwardly.
Old brash, you killed me last time, right?
Otherwise, it couldn't have been a coincidence like this.
And you still dare to act like a righteous person?
"I want to ask you the same thing. Did you teach him by stealing?"
He deliberately turned the table around and provoked the brash old man.
As expected, Duanmu Hong's nose was almost twisted by anger.
"I taught him to steal? This is a unique skill of my clan, created by our ancestors. Do I look like a thief to you?"
Jiang Cheng sneered, "The unique weakness of my clan? How many years has that skill been passed down?"
"For fourteen thousand years! Our ancestors understood this vast and mystical skill, and it was never taught to outsiders. You must..."
"All right, all right, I already know what's going on right now."
Jiang Cheng raised his hand impatiently, "Over ten thousand years ago, the proficiency of our Feixian Sect was stolen, and it turned out to be stolen by your ancestors."
"It turns out your ancestors were only second-rate thieves..."
Dealing with someone like Duanmu Hong, Jiang Cheng was experienced.
"You!"
Darkness stirred up darkness, and Duanmu Hong almost lost his temper. His face was full of anger.
Even the reputation of their ancestors was also insulted, how could they endure it?
The Duanmu family elders in the room were flushed with anger. Everyone bit his teeth, cursed, and wished they could instantly go thousands of miles to destroy Jiang Cheng.
"Kill him!"
After holding back for so long, finally Duanmu Hong could no longer hold it back because of his anger, and his words became chaotic.
Finally, he could only attack again.
This time, he unleashed his Spiritual Platform once he launched his attack.
"The Big Brother's Spiritual Platform is a high-level treasure!"
"Spiritual Platforms cannot be stolen. This child will surely perish..."
"The Patriarch's Shadow Transformation Martial Ancestor reached the fourth level!"
A vague and mystical square-shaped Spiritual Platform flew above his head, emitting a bright light like jade. The fog around revolved slowly, creating a mystical scene.
Rays of light radiated from the fog, causing distant spectators to feel a tremor in their souls, as if they would be sucked in by it.
And on top of that Spiritual Platform, Duanmu Hong's soul stared furiously, reciting a spell.