Dragon-Marked War God Chapter 3048: The Dignity of Hun Wan Mountain

Qian Renji had not anticipated that Hun Wan Mountain would remain so determined to seek vengeance against Jiang Chen for his son’s demise. It appeared that merely invoking the name of the Profound Connection Divine Palace would be insufficient to force him into a retreat.

“Jiang Chen stands as the preeminent genius among the new recruits and the most exceptional talent the Outer Palace has ever seen. Even if the Profound Connection Divine Palace chooses to refrain from war over your actions, they will undoubtedly refuse to let such a matter slide if it is Jiang Chen you decide to murder,” Qian Renji stated calmly.

“Hahaha! Do you truly believe I would let my son’s life be squandered for naught? You are merely dreaming. In this realm, I answer to no one. Even if the Palace Lord of the Profound Connection Divine Palace were standing here, I would execute Jiang Chen without a second thought!”

Hun Wan Mountain was visibly agitated by her words. Clearly, her strategy had collapsed; she had underestimated the absolute persistence of the man. Yet, from his perspective, his burning rage was entirely justified by the loss of his kin. However, Jiang Chen would not be as easily dispatched as the sect master assumed.

“Very well, there is no purpose in continuing this dialogue. If you intend to harm Jiang Chen, you must first bypass me.”

Xue Liang lunged forward, fixing a gaze of icy steel upon his opponent. As their eyes locked, an aura of dread surged through the surroundings. Hun Wan Mountain narrowed his eyes; realizing Xue Liang was the most formidable combatant among Jiang Chen’s allies, he concluded he must dispose of this threat immediately to prevent future complications.

“You dare? While your cultivation as a late Hierarch Realm expert is commendable, your strength remains beneath my own.” A cold, mocking smile played upon Hun Wan Mountain’s lips.

“You will never know the truth until we trade blows. I am well-acquainted with the reputation of the Soul-Leaving Sect. If your sect were wiped off the map today, I wonder if my name would ignite a sensation across Jile City,” Xue Liang replied, his resolve unshakable. Hun Wan Mountain’s expression darkened into a scowl.

“You are digging your own grave! It is clear that I must discipline you, lest you think my Soul-Leaving Sect is a group that bows to intimidation or allows itself to be disgraced by bullies.”

“Sect Lord, there is no need for you to personally engage. We are more than capable of handling this arrogance,” one subordinate chimed in.

“Precisely. Do not provoke our Soul-Leaving Sect. To act so brazenly before our Lord invites nothing but death.”

Behind Hun Wan Mountain, more than ten elders of the Hierarch Realm watched with bated breath and eagerness. They showed no fear of Xue Liang, fueled by the desire to avenge their young Sect Lord against the members of the Profound Connection Divine Palace.

“Hmph. You lot are nothing but small fry. How dare you speak such nonsense?” Xue Liang retorted dismissively.

“Your arrogance knows no bounds. Sect Lord, allow me to slay this fearless brat and satisfy my fury.” An elder stepped forward, his eyes burning with lethal intent.

Hun Wan Mountain stopped him with a sharp gesture. “Leave this to me. All elders, form the battle array and have the three hundred elite disciples prepare for slaughter!” Though Xue Liang was an inferior combatant, he possessed enough strength to pose a genuine hazard, and the sect master refused to risk any slip-ups. He desired a swift, brutal conclusion, intending to finish the rest of the group before dealing with Jiang Chen himself.

“Might! Might! Might!”

The battlefield erupted with deafening roars as thousands of Soul-Leaving disciples charged forward, determined to erase Jiang Chen and demonstrate the terror of their sect to the entire world.

“Xue Liang, remain cautious. Hun Wan Mountain is a formidable combatant, and his sect has anchored itself in Jile City for over a million years. Its foundations are immovable, and he will not stop until he has satiated his bloodlust for Jiang Chen,” Qian Renji whispered.

“Since Jiang Chen is not present, I shall take it upon myself to dismantle this arrogant sect,” Xue Liang declared, standing firm against the encroaching tide.

“Your son was inferior to Jiang Chen; if he died, it was a testament only to his own weakness. Since you have come to stir up chaos, I will not show you mercy. I am prepared for a battle to the death.”

Xue Liang exuded absolute confidence. As a veteran of the late Hierarch Realm, his power far exceeded the average cultivator. Even the third elder was no match for him, and the gap between him and Hun Wan Mountain was narrow enough that victory was not impossible. He would not fail Jiang Chen here.

“Your hubris will cost you dearly. I shall dispose of you and your companions before claiming Jiang Chen’s head. The Soul-Leaving Sect goes to war today!” Hun Wan Mountain bellowed, brandishing a crimson sword that pulsed with a suffocating, lethal ambition.

“Excellent!” With a grin, Xue Liang drew the Heavenly Frost Sword and launched himself toward the sect master. Their collision sparked a blinding display of black and red energy, a testament to their overwhelming cultivation.

“Brother Bai, be careful!” Bing Yun cried out in alarm as the ten Hierarch Realm elders and three hundred elites suddenly swarmed toward her and Qian Renji.

“Stay alert. These Soul-Leaving Sect members are no mere fodder,” she warned, as the duo was forced into a defensive struggle. Despite their own Mid Hierarch Realm cultivation, the sheer numbers and ferocity of the elites pushed them to the brink of defeat.

Xue Liang remained locked in single combat with Hun Wan Mountain. The sect master’s experience began to tilt the scales, revealing why his sect had survived so long. Many in the modern era had forgotten the ruthlessness of Hun Wan Mountain, but the veterans recalled the rivers of blood he had once spilled. To his enemies, he was a demon of unmatched prestige.

“The soul of battle is eternal!” Hun Wan Mountain’s blade slashed upward, unleashing a storm of spectral wails that forced Xue Liang to retreat step by step.

“Immortal Execution Sword Intent!” Xue Liang retaliated, channeling the legacy of a Great Emperor. His energy swept through the horizon like an autumn tempest, clashing repeatedly against the sect master’s onslaught and churning the very air with violent Origin Qi ripples.

“Remarkable. Such a potent sword intent. But ultimately, it is no match for mine. Ignite! Flame of Battle Soul!”

Hun Wan Mountain’s aura exploded in magnitude. His eyes erupted with black radiance, cloaking him in a terrifying, demonic fire. Even the confident Xue Liang began to falter, as the Flame of Battle Soul overwhelmed his sword intent, pinning him into a desperate, defensive corner.