Practice begins with immortality

Three days later, at the Xuanhun Clan's ancestral hall, the hunt was over, and now it was time to make an important announcement.

The ancestral hall was filled with clan members, all of whom stared at Hun Qiankun in the front with serious expressions, waiting for him to speak.

Hun Qiankun sat upright in the center seat. After scanning the surrounding area, he spoke loudly, "So, at this clan meeting, I hereby announce that Mo Yun will be the next clan leader. Does anyone have any objections?"

After he finished speaking, the entire ancestral hall fell silent.

At this moment, someone stood up and said, "Master, this is against the rules. Please choose another one—"

However, before he could finish his words, Hun Qiankun suddenly glared at him and shouted, "Yun'er is my grandson and has the blood of the Xuanhun Clan flowing in his veins. How can this be against the rules?"

A powerful pressure emanated from Hun Qiankun and pressed towards the person who spoke.

The man was directly knocked to the ground by this pressure, his face was as pale as paper, and there was even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

But soon, another equally powerful pressure appeared, offsetting the pressure of Hun Qiankun.

Everyone turned around and saw Hun Qianyuan walking in, followed by a middle-aged man in a red robe.

Hun Qianyuan said with a gloomy face: "Master, Mo Yun is just a child. You insist on making him the heir. It is too childish."

Hun Qiankun's eyes flashed with disdain, and he responded with a hint of sarcasm: "So you found someone from the Weeping Blood Society again and planned to kill me?"

Hun Qianyuan's heart sank, knowing that the truth had been revealed. He stopped trying to hide it and sneered, "In that case, don't blame me for being rude." After saying that, he waved his hand violently, signaling the red-robed man behind him to take action.

At the same time, people from both sides in the ancestral hall also took action, and for a while, there were shouts and sounds of fighting.

On the other side, Wang Bai’s residence was a completely different scene.

"Two fellow practitioners, making progress at the same pace, and at the same time, they have cultivated their combat bodies to the intermediate level of generals. He looks less than thirty years old. How is this possible!" Hun Yuanhui covered his chest, collapsed to the ground, and muttered to himself in disbelief.

He was seriously injured in the fierce battle just now, but the shock in his heart was far greater than the pain in his body.

Wang Bai, who was standing in front of him, had an indifferent expression on his face. He said calmly, "Two junior generals and one mid-level general, it took quite a while."

After saying that, he attacked without hesitation and completely eliminated Hun Yuanhui.

Inside the ancestral hall, both sides suffered casualties, and the battles seemed evenly matched. But everyone understood: the outcome would be decided by the strongest.

However, Hun Qiankun, with the added bonus of weapons, clearly had the upper hand. The weapons used by Hun Qianyuan and the red-robed man were simply forged from the bones of ferocious beasts and some ore. Thanks to the use of high-grade spiritual materials, they barely reached the level of mid-grade spiritual weapons. Naturally, they were no match for Wang Bai's high-grade spiritual weapons.

"Damn it, this guy actually has a magic weapon made by an alien! Looks like I have to use my trump card! When this is over, not only will this big knife belong to me, but the reward will also be increased!" The red-robed man cursed in his heart, then quickly took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms and used it without hesitation.

As the talisman activated, a golden glow suddenly emerged from the red-robed figure, instantly covering his entire body. This not only enhanced his defenses but also clung to his longsword, making up for the difference in rank and enabling it to counter the broadsword in Hun Qiankun's hand. The battle between the three grew increasingly intense, with each exchange accompanied by sparks and loud explosions.

At that moment, the red-robed man felt dazed, his mind blank, as if he had lost all sense of the world around him. However, at this moment, Hun Qiankun suddenly made a move.

He swung the long sword in his hand suddenly, and a blast of incomparably sharp blade energy instantly slashed towards the red-robed man. Even from a great distance, this blade energy could be felt with a heart-pounding sharpness. It was like a flash of lightning that cut through the sky, carrying unparalleled power and speed.

Immediately afterwards, the blade split in two, transforming into two smaller yet equally sharp blade beams, slashing towards the red-robed man and Hun Qianyuan respectively. At this moment, Hun Qiankun exuded an indescribable aura, as if his entire being had been absorbed into the blade, becoming one with the world.

"Swordsmanship divine! Your...swordsmanship has reached divine power!" Hun Qianyuan cried out in shock. He had never imagined that Hun Qiankun had reached such a state. This swordsmanship transcended ordinary skill and strength, possessing a state of mind that was difficult to describe. Simply put, Hun Qiankun could harness almost complete strength to injure his opponent, even damaging their spirit if he so desired. Meanwhile, Hun Qianyuan and his companions' lethality was, at best, only half as powerful.

In a flash, the blade slashed towards Hun Qianyuan at astonishing speed. He had no time to react before it was severed in half. Simultaneously, another blade struck the red-robed figure with unerring accuracy, cleaving him in two. Blood splattered everywhere as the red-robed figure fell to the ground, split in two.

With the death of the two, the battlefield fell into silence.

"It's over!" Then Hun Qiankun shouted loudly: "Hun Qianyuan colluded with outsiders to murder our clan leader, and has been killed by me! If his subordinates are deceived, put down your weapons now. After I finish the investigation, I will definitely give you justice!" His voice echoed in the empty battlefield, as if to penetrate everyone's soul.

Everyone was stunned, especially those on Hun Qianyuan's side. Their eyes were filled with shock and despair. They had never imagined that their leader had died at the hands of Hun Qiankun. Those who had once firmly stood by Hun Qianyuan's side began to waver. After all, with Hun Qianyuan dead, there was no point in continuing the fight. If they continued to resist, they would likely only face certain death.

Some people silently laid down their weapons, knowing that it was futile to continue, while others hesitated, not knowing how to choose.

Hun Qiankun watched these people's reactions and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the battle was basically over. Next, he just needed to deal with the aftermath to stabilize the situation.

However, at this moment, two figures suddenly rushed out from the crowd and rushed towards Hun Qiankun. These two people were Hun Qianyuan's confidants. They roared with ferocious expressions: "Old man, we will fight you to the death!"

Two flashes of sword light flashed, and Hun Qiankun killed him instantly with absolute force. Seeing this, the others completely lost all hope. With this, the civil strife finally subsided.