Starting With 100 Million Lives-Chapter 742: One Strike Mass Extinction

As long as he apologizes, can he destroy the terrifying enemies in front of him?

If that can really be done, Han Ling is willing to apologize ten thousand times.

But the question is, can it be done?

She has no confidence in Brother Cheng's power at all and can only continue with the mindset of treating a dead horse as if it were alive.

"Alright, then I'll apologize..."

Han Ling pinched her nose and said, "I shouldn't have doubted you. I believe that you know Jiang Han Immortal Emperor."

The people around her all turned their heads, looking at her with dumbfounded expressions.

Even Guan Ao and the other Sea Race people were no exception.

What madness overwhelmed this little snow figure?

Why did she suddenly come out with such a statement?

"Jiang Han Immortal Emperor?"

Guan Ao quickly looked around. If it really was Jiang Han Immortal Emperor arriving, then he'd have to retreat today.

In the presence of an Immortal Emperor, Quasi-Emperors like them don't measure up.

However, after searching, he couldn't find anything.

Meanwhile, Brother Cheng calmly and disappointedly transmitted his voice.

"Make it clear who you're apologizing to."

Han Ling gritted her teeth, resisting the impulse to punch him, and slightly revised her lines.

"Handsome Guy of the Immortal World, I was wrong; I shouldn't have doubted you. I believe you know Jiang Han Immortal Emperor."

"Is this okay now?"

"Who's more awesome, Jiang Han Immortal Emperor or me?"

That...

Jiang Han Immortal Emperor is her idol, inviolable in her eyes.

To admit that someone with such a bad character and vanity as the old Mountain God is better is something she would never want to say!

But thinking of the impending annihilation of the sect and all those fellow disciples...

Her idol will have to endure grievance for now.

With her heart bleeding, Han Ling closed her eyes and yelled against her will, "You're stronger than Jiang Han Immortal Emperor!"

"That's more like it."

Brother Cheng was satisfied.

He didn't believe he couldn't suppress this little snow figure.

However, the other members of the Snow Spirit Race were not pleased.

As the dominator of the Snow Rule, Jiang Han Immortal Emperor holds a high position in the hearts of many in the Snow Spirit Race.

Like Han Ling, they usually regard this Immortal Emperor as an idol.

Were it not for the strong enemy nearby, they might have been unable to resist accusing Han Ling of talking nonsense and disrespecting the Dominator.

Guan Ao, however, didn't care much.

"Still dreaming when death is at your doorstep."

"Are you expecting Jiang Han Immortal Emperor to suddenly appear to save you?"

"Such madness!"

He impatiently waved his hand: "Get rid of them."

With those words, all the Sea Race experts simultaneously raised their weapons.

On the other side, the Snow Spirit Race members were either angrily resistant, helplessly defiant, or painfully closed their eyes, waiting for death.

A one-sided slaughter was about to take place.

Suddenly, all the Sea Race experts at the Immortal King level fell from high above.

No resistance, no battle.

They inexplicably lost their lives, without a single sound.

High in the sky, five Quasi-Emperors were shocked!

Before coming here, Guan Ao had a slight suspicion about more than 40 people from the Jisheng Sect dying at Snow Spirit Sect.

After all, they were a few Immortal Kings, how could they have all been wiped out?

But those suspicions were quickly overshadowed by the allure of the Nine-Colored Celestial Crystal Mountain.

He didn't think that the almighty Quasi-Emperor entering a small sect would encounter any resistance, nor was there supposed to exist any danger.

And now, he finally saw it.

"Who!"

Just as he roared out in anger, it felt as though someone suddenly grasped his throat, silencing him forever.

Whoom!

A transparent Immortal Soul hand effortlessly broke through his Immortal Soul and Immortal Treasure defenses, infiltrating his Sea of Souls with virtually no resistance.

With a casual wave of that hand, it shredded his Immortal Soul to pieces.

Guan Ao's Quasi-Emperor level power didn't get a chance to manifest.

His vision suddenly darkened, intense pain surged from his head.

At the same time, his connection with the Rule Brand was severed.

There was no opportunity to escape at all.

Brother Cheng didn't even give him time to regret, destroying him entirely in the fastest manner.

Guan Ao's last consciousness was extinguished, plunged into eternal darkness.

As he fell, the other four Sea Race Quasi-Emperors also dropped simultaneously, without any suspense.

To Brother Cheng, this achievement was negligible.

Before going to the Profound Realm, just the Immortal Soul Shock was enough to dispatch Quasi-Emperors.

This level of might that was lofty and powerful to others.

But in his eyes, it's no different from Immortal Kings or Immortal Venerables—mere cannon fodder that could be instantly killed.

But others couldn't remain calm like him.

Upon witnessing all Sea Race members, including five Quasi-Emperors and 70 Immortal Kings perish within a second, Han Ling couldn't help but scream on the spot.

"Dead!"

"Wow! Are they really all dead?"

Even though she had a little expectation before, when it really happened, she couldn't hide her shock and euphoria.

Isn't this too powerful?

She hurriedly transmitted her voice to Brother Cheng, expressing her inner excitement and disbelief.

"My God, how did you do that?"

"Those were five Quasi-Emperors, just like that they died?"

This reaction satisfied Brother Cheng.

Little one, could I not conquer you, little snow figure?

"Hmm, otherwise?"

"Oh my! Oh my! Just how powerful are you? Didn't you say you barely count as a Quasi-Emperor?"

Han Ling chirped away, almost losing coherency.

"How can that be possible?"

"How could this be real?"

With his need to flaunt completely satisfied, Brother Cheng deliberately spoke in an understated tone, "Just taking out a few minor Quasi-Emperors, isn't it nothing measurable?"

"Just a little thing like this, and you get this excited?"

"Really, you've never seen the world."

Han Ling, knowing well he was still showing off, found herself incapable of contradiction.

Snow Spirit Sect didn't have any Quasi-Emperors.

Five Quasi-Emperors dying right in front of her eyes caused a shocking impact of epic proportions.

And at this moment, others began to awaken as from a dream.

What just happened?

The Sea Race experts were annihilated?

We're saved?

Everyone was bewildered!

After closely inspecting and confirming that Guan Ao and his party were really dead, Han Rong and Han Zhuo, among other experts, spontaneously cheered.

"Dead!"

"Really dead!"

"Hahaha, serves them right!"

"Those damned robbers, deserve to die a hundred times!"

They knew exactly what the Sea Race wanted to do just now.

Though they couldn't resist, the rage and hatred in their hearts had reached its peak.

Now seeing this group reap what they sowed, joy overflowed naturally.

The entire Snow Spirit Sect was filled with an atmosphere of survival celebration, cheers were everywhere.

Yet soon, everyone was plunged into deep thought—who was it that just killed so many powerful enemies from the Sea Race?

They couldn't settle until they figured out this question.

"No discernible fatal wounds."

"But all their Immortal Souls have been extinguished..."

"There wasn't any battle that took place."

"To achieve such a feat, surely it could only be an Immortal Emperor?"

"Impossible, if an Immortal Emperor had descended, they would have revealed themselves long ago!"