Again?

Duanmu Hong began to doubt himself. Jiang Cheng had been hit by the Blood Transforming blade, and his soul should have been crushed by the spiritual altar. He really should have died a horrible death.

Perhaps he had been resurrected?

Impossible!

Under such circumstances, he could not be resurrected even if God himself came!

"That's right, we saw it too."

The elders did not doubt Duanmu Hong. After all, they had watched him kill Jiang Cheng and had witnessed just how easily Jiang Cheng died.

"What happened?"

"Could he have faked his death?"

"It would have been better if the patriarch had stayed behind to examine his body..."

Although the elders did not point fingers and call out his mistake, Duanmu Hong still felt embarrassed. He felt that his prestige as the patriarch had been challenged.

He even suspected that he had been too careless and had retreated before he even killed his target.

However, if he killed Jiang Cheng again, there would be no problems, right?

"Since he is still alive, I will kill him again!"

His expression was livid, and his eyes looked as if he wanted to eat someone alive.

"I don't believe that he can't be killed!"

"Ah?"

"You're going again?"

This time, Duanmu Hong did not take the Blood Transformation blade with him and flew out directly.

He uttered a domineering sentence as he left.

"The people that I, Duanmu Hong, want to kill have never lived to see the next day!"

Jiang Cheng naturally would not expect that the person who had killed him earlier would actually come back to try again.

When he was about 8,000 miles away from the Crimson Sun sect, he was attacked again.

This time, because Duanmu Hong rushed over to intercept him in a hurry, both sides almost collided head-on.

Although he did not bring the Blood Transformation blade with him, the moment he saw Jiang Cheng, Duanmu Hong unleashed the most powerful killing move of the Duanmu family's Serene Spring Flame Sealing sword technique.

Within an instant, the entire world turned dark.

Dense ghostly qi filled the atmosphere, and his body seemed to emit a cold aura. The attack was aimed straight at the depths of his divine soul, and was intended to extinguish the fire of his divine soul.

This sword technique had been specially developed by the Duanmu family to contend with the Great Sun Flame sword technique of the Crimson Sun sect.

Even the names of both sword techniques somewhat corresponded to each other.

However, the current Jiang Cheng was not the same Jiang Cheng from two hours ago.

His sixth-level of spiritual altar realm cultivation was one level higher than Duanmu Hong's fifth-level spiritual altar realm cultivation.

More importantly, he was extremely familiar with Duanmu Hong's sword technique.

Just earlier, the system had given him the resurrection rewards, and one of the rewards he received was that very same Serene Spring Flame Sealing sword technique?

He very skillfully took out his spiritual sword and welcomed the attack.

For a brief moment, the surroundings seemed to have been transformed into a ghostly domain, and it became even colder around them.

In fact, Duanmu Hong felt that he might have seen a ghost right there and then.

He thought that killing Jiang Cheng would be a piece of cake and that he would be able to end the battle with a single move.

However, in the end, Jiang Cheng withstood his attack. In addition, not only did Jiang Cheng withstand the attack, but he even used the Duanmu family's signature sword technique, and his mastery of the sword technique was no lower than Duanmu Hong's.

How was this possible?

The Duanmu family had more than one set of sword techniques, but the Serene Spring Flame Sealing sword technique would only be taught to direct descendants of the family. Even some of the honorary elders had never learned it.

Moreover, even their direct descendants had never been able to cultivate this sword technique to the sixth level!

Yet the Jiang Cheng in front of him had actually cultivated the sword technique to the eighth level, which was exactly the same as his own level of mastery!

This was preposterous!

That was not the only surprise. Duanmu Hong soon realized that the cultivation technique the other party was using was also the Duanmu family's Frost Heart technique.

One needed to cultivate the family's Frost Heart technique in order to use the Serene Spring Flame Sealing sword technique, so this was not overly surprising to him.

However, the unbelievable thing was that the other party's mastery of the cultivation technique was the same as his own!

Jiang Cheng, who was flying opposite Duanmu Hong, finally came back to his senses.

So this was the person whose cultivation the system had replicated for him this time?

They had the exact same cultivation technique and sword technique. Jiang Cheng almost thought that he had encountered a clone.

Fortunately, the sixth-level spiritual altar realm cultivation that the system had given him was just a single small realm higher than his opponent, so he had the upper hand.

As they fought, Duanmu Hong became more and more alarmed.

Who was this person?

How did he learn the Duanmu family's mental cultivation technique and sword technique?

If his mastery of these techniques was at this level, he would have required a few hundred years of practice at the very least. Could it be that he had infiltrated the Duanmu family a few hundred years ago?

Were there other forces behind him?

How much information and resources had they stolen from the Duanmu family over the past few hundred years?

How many things had they done secretly that were detrimental to the Duanmu family?

The elders who were watching the battle from afar all had similar thoughts.

"How... how can he be so strong?"

"This sword technique, this cultivation technique... could it be that there's a spy in our Duanmu family?"

"There must be a high-level traitor somewhere. Otherwise, the last few levels of the cultivation and sword techniques wouldn't have been leaked."

"That's right. Without the cooperation of a spy, he definitely wouldn't have been able to accomplish such a feat."

"I remember now. 200 years ago, when the fifth elder died, could it be that someone had pulled wool over our eyes back then?"

"And 80 years ago, my great-grandson, Duanmu Ziyue, mysteriously disappeared..."

In the blink of an eye, the elders in the hall had all become suspicious of each other.

They looked at everyone in the room around them with distrust in their eyes.

Swoosh!

Duanmu Hong finally could not hold it in anymore. He risked injury in order to pull away.

"Stay your hand! When did you steal our cultivation and sword techniques?"

Looking at Duanmu Hong's stern and imposing manner, Jiang Cheng secretly pursed his lips.

Old fart, you were the one who killed me last time, right?

Otherwise, there would not be such a coincidence.

Yet you still had the nerve to speak to me so brazenly?

"Heh, I also wanted to ask you the same question. Where did you learn it secretly from?"

He deliberately made a backhanded comment to anger this old fart.

As expected, Duanmu Hong's nostrils flared in anger.

"I learned it secretly? This is my family's self-created technique. It was created by our ancestors. Why would I need to learn it secretly?"

Jiang Cheng replied disdainfully, "Your family's self-created technique? How many years has it been passed down for?"

"Fourteen thousand years. The cultivation technique that our ancestors comprehended has never been passed down to outsiders, so you must be..."

"Okay, okay, I know what happened."

Jiang Cheng waved his hand impatiently. "More than 10,000 years ago, the cultivation technique of the Flying Immortal sect was stolen. So it was your ancestor who stole it."

"It seems that your ancestor was just a crook..."

Brother Cheng was very experienced when it came to dealing with people like Duanmu Hong.

"You!"

Fiends needed to be tortured by even greater fiends. Duanmu Hong almost lost his temper right there and then, and his expression turned dark.

Even the reputation of his ancestors had been insulted, so how could he endure it?

The elders of the Duanmu family in the hall reacted even more furiously. They gnashed their teeth and cursed Jiang Cheng incessantly. They wanted nothing more than to cross tens of thousands of miles instantly and kill Jiang Cheng with their own hands.

"Go to hell!"

Duanmu Hong had been holding back for a long time. Due to the anger boiling inside his heart, his speech was disordered and he could not form a proper response.

In the end, he could only charge forward again.

This time, he sent out his spiritual altar the moment he made his move.

"It's big brother's mystic-grade spiritual altar!"

"Spiritual altars can't be stolen. This kid is dead for sure..."

"The patriarch's spiritual altar shadow transformation technique has also reached the fourth level!"

A green and hazy spiritual altar with four corners was seen above his head. It was emitting a jade glow and smoke, and was slowly rotating. It was as if it had emerged from a fairy tale.

Rays of light shot forth from behind the smoke. Even if one looked at it from afar, one would feel a ripple in one's soul, and they would feel as if they were being devoured by it.

Duanmu Hong's soul was seated at the center of the spiritual altar, and it glared at him while chanting a mantra.