Immortality Starts From Making Money.-Chapter 337: Part 2

The sky above the imperial capital shattered.

Spiritual energy collided like colliding stars, ripping apart clouds and tearing open the heavens.

The ground below cracked and sank as formations collapsed one after another, unable to withstand the terrifying pressure unleashed by dozens of Nascent Soul powerhouses.

Ironjaw Qishi roared, his evil qi erupting like a tidal wave.

"Kill them all!"

At his command, the evil sect alliance surged forward. Blood Saber slashed downward, his crimson blade carving a canyon through the air.

The Benevolent Monk shed his false smile, golden Buddhist seals spinning violently around him as he unleashed suppressed killing intent.

Yet before their attacks could descend.

A single step echoed in the void.

Broken Blade moved.

He did not shout. He did not roar.

He simply raised his broken sword.

The moment the blade lifted, the world froze.

The wind stopped.

Sound vanished.

Even time itself seemed to hesitate.

"This sword…" Blood Saber whispered, dread creeping into his eyes.

Broken Blade swung.

No flourish. No excess.

A straight, honest slash.

The sky split open.

A silver line tore through space, severing Blood Saber and the three evil elders behind him in a single stroke.

Their defensive treasures shattered like paper, bodies erased before screams could escape.

Boom!

The aftermath detonated, shockwaves obliterating an entire section of the city.

Ironjaw Qishi staggered back, eyes wide.

"So strong…"

Before he could recover, a deep voice thundered across the battlefield.

"Qiu Clan—Heaven Suppression Art!"

The First Ancestor of the Qiu Clan stepped forward, both palms slamming downward.

The heavens responded.

An invisible mountain descended.

Two evil sect Nascent Soul powerhouses screamed as their bodies were crushed midair.

Bones shattered.

Meridians ruptured. Blood rained like a storm as they were pressed into the earth, reduced to broken flesh embedded deep into the ground.

"No…wait….!"

Too late.

The mountain collapsed.

Not even their souls escaped.

On the eastern flank, the Yun Clan Ancestor raised his spear, his aura exploding outward like a blazing sun.

"Yun Clan does not betray the continent."

He thrust forward.

The spear transformed into a dragon of light, roaring as it rushed toward the Ancient Wu Clan Ancestors.

With a grim expression, the ancient Wu clan ancestor responded with a terrifying palm strike. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Huh!

In just one strike, the Wu Ancestor was injured, the spear pierced through her attack, leaving a shallow wound on her shoulder.

Having the advantage, the Yun clan ancestors pressed on. Each strike was more deadly than the latter.

The two exchanged hundreds of attacks, shaking both the heaven and the earth.

Both were going all out.

'Thousand Wind Asunder.'

The Yun clan ancestor used his last hidden skill, catching the Wu clan ancestor off guard.

The spear was swift and frightening. It appeared before her and pierced her heart.

"How….?" She muttered; her face filled with shock.

She never thought she would die by the hand of the Yun clan ancestors.

A trace of regret flashed on her face for a split before her eyes turned lifeless.

Her body disintegrated into ash before she hit the ground.

The Silver Wei Sect Ancestor screamed, his eyes bloodshot.

"You forced us into this! We had no choice!"

"No," The Essence Veil sect ancestor responded coldly.

"You chose."

She appeared before him in an instant.

The Silver Wei Ancestor tried to retreat, activating every defensive technique he possessed.

It didn't matter.

She pierced his chest with her thin bluish sword.

The sword hummed softly.

"I regret nothing—" the Silver Wei Ancestor choked.

She twisted the blade and a mouthful of blood escaped from his mouth.

"You should."

The ancestor's Nascent Soul shattered.

On the battlefield's center, the Zhou Clan Ancestor stood trembling. His aura wavered as bodies fell around him.

Allies he had schemed with for decades were gone, erased in moments.

"Impossible…" he muttered. "This shouldn't have happened…"

A figure descended slowly before him.

The Lotus Sword Sect Ancestor.

Unlike the others, his presence was gentle. Calm. Like still water.

Yet the moment he drew his sword…

The world screamed.

"This is the end," he said softly.

The Zhou Ancestor roared, burning his lifespan as he unleashed everything.

"I won't die kneeling!"

The Lotus Sword Sect Ancestor closed his eyes.

"Lotus Bloom—Heaven Severing Petal."

He swung.

A single sword petal bloomed in the air—pure white, flawless.

Then it expanded.

The sky collapsed inward.

The Zhou Ancestor's techniques were erased instantly. His body froze mid-charge, eyes wide with sudden clarity.

"So… this is your true strength…"

The petals closed.

He vanished.

Not even ashes remained.

Silence fell.

Then chaos erupted again as the remaining evil sect powerhouses fled in terror.

"Run!"

The Vermillion Fist Ancestor stepped forward and threw a punch.

"No."

One step.

Boom!

Two bodies shattered into smithereens.

Lady Lihun watched with horror as the evil alliance fell one after another.

'I can't die here. I can't' She screamed in her heart as she struggled frantically to escape from the Huang clan ancestor.

But it was futile.

"Witch, don't think you can escape." The Huang clan ancestor muttered with disdain.

"Moonlit Blur Flash" She strikes, her katana leaving hundreds of afterimages.

Watching the terrifying sword strike, Lady Lihun felt all the hair on her body stand on end.

"Sable Roc Shield"

Her whip danced swiftly forming a dense defensive barrier around her.

Even at that, her heart couldn't help but pounded heavily against her ribs.

Boom!

She was sent hurtling back as she puked out a mouthful of blood. Her face paled, her hand trembling.

Fear gripped her heart like a vice.

'This is my chance–'

She couldn't finish her thought when a cold bluish sword pierced her heart from the back.

Ahh!

She screamed and looked over shoulder. There was the Essence Veil Sect ancestor staring at her with disdain.

Whoosh!

She fell from the sky with her face etched with unwillingness–dead.

The First Ancestor of the Qiu Clan raised his hand again.

"End this."

Ironjaw Qishi screamed, blood pouring from his mouth.

"You think this ends it?! The continent will—"

Ghost Palm appeared before him.

"It ends here."

Ironjaw Qishi laughed weakly.

"I regret… not killing you…"

Ghost Palm threw an eerily horrifying palm strike that shattered his heart.

"Regret is meaningless."

He stood frozen, blood gushing out from the corner of his lip. His face was blank, lifeless.

The battlefield fell silent.

The imperial capital lay in ruins—but the sky was clear.

The Lotus Sword Sect Ancestor sheathed his sword slowly.

"The continent is safe," he said, breathing a sigh of relief.

All the powerhouse nodded with relief washing over them. Their gamble had paid off.