Choices III

A vast black net fell from the sky like a streak of black light, trailing a long gray-black afterimage as it pounced toward Yue Dewen, Ou Nan, and the others below.

Just as the black net drew closer and closer, with only several meters left—close enough to touch.

In an instant.

A streak of blood-red light flashed abruptly.

It was like a lamp suddenly kindled in the darkness, like the first ray of Heavenly Light suddenly cleaving through the pitch-black night sky.

The bloody radiance slowly emerged from the center of the enormous black net out of thin air, in the instant before anyone could react.

With a tearing sound.

The black net froze in midair, split cleanly into two from the middle.

The two halves, as though assailed by some new corruption, shattered after only a few moments, turning into red mist and dispersing completely.

Hong Xu hovered high in the air, staring down with a grave expression.

"I know who you are now." He finally recalled the profiles of several important figures the Blood Alliance had been warned about.

And the man before him was one of them.

"You're Meng Qian. Grand Pavilion Lord of the Blood Rainbow Pavilion, one of Yuan City's Three Immortals."

Immortals—this was an utterly unfamiliar concept to everyone.

As the Dao Ancestor, Zhang Rongfang had established the Ascension Platform and created the rank of Immortal.

But just how powerful Immortals were, and why they were set apart from everyone else—

No one truly understood.

All they could do was glimpse slight distinctions from the assessment stages.

For instance, whether one had cultivated a Blood Lotus, whether one had reached the Extreme Realm, whether one stood at the pinnacle of a Great Grandmaster of martial arts.

But what would happen if all those were