Fate-Defying Demon Emperor

To kill Ye Chuanfeng, Su Han had not only prepared eight Holy Artifacts but had also set up the Eight Gates of Life and Death Formation. If not for an unexpected turn of events, he would have already succeeded.

Although it took more effort than planned, the outcome was still within his control. He ultimately killed Ye Chuanfeng and achieved his revenge.

Ye Chuanfeng’s eyes bulged, his pupils filled with intense unwillingness. He had once competed with Mu Qingyun for the position of Sect Leader of the Seven Stars Sect but had left in failure. Afterward, upon meeting the Tian Lou Saint, he thought he could cling to a powerful supporter and soar to great heights; even instant sanctification was not out of the question. In the end, however, Su Han’s appearance had rendered all his efforts for naught. Now, he had planned to capture and kill Su Han to make amends, yet he never expected to die by Su Han’s hand himself.

He had ambitions and aspirations of his own, but as Su Han’s blade fell, they all turned to nothing. Once dead, there was nothing left. His ambition, his aspirations, his desires—all vanished. In the end, Ye Chuanfeng’s gaze dimmed. Amidst his intense unwillingness, he perished completely. Not even his soul was able to escape, as it was obliterated by Su Han’s Divine Sense Black Hole.

With Ye Chuanfeng dead, Su Han’s great vendetta was avenged, and a weight was finally lifted from his heart. To date, Qin Wushuang was dead, the Heavenly Demon Cult was destroyed, and now Ye Chuanfeng had been slain, putting a final end to all the grievances Su Han had in Qingmo Province.

Of course, his path in Martial Arts was just beginning. Although Qingmo Province was vast, it was merely a remote and underdeveloped region within the entire Eastern Region. Outside, there was a larger stage and a more expansive world, so he only allowed himself a brief moment of relief before steeling his spirit once more.

The battle was not over. Although Ye Chuanfeng was dead, Saint Huli was still present—an enemy even more difficult to deal with.

”You dare kill someone right before my eyes? You’re truly seeking death!”

Ye Chuanfeng’s death made Saint Huli’s expression turn incredibly ugly. His face was shrouded in gloom, his eyes as cold as ice, and an intense Holy Might erupted from him, terrifying to behold. The Saint Heir had ordered him to bring Ye Chuanfeng back alive. Now that he had been killed right under his nose, Saint Huli felt his dignity had been challenged. His gaze toward Su Han was filled with loathing and murderous intent.

SWISH!

Saint Huli attacked again. He raised his right hand and struck at Su Han. Surging Spiritual Energy rushed in from all directions, vast and powerful, drawn by his command. Soon, this majestic Spiritual Energy rapidly condensed into a giant palm a kilometer in size. The palm was so solid it seemed tangible, sparkling brilliantly like an ancient mountain, so immensely heavy it was capable of crushing anything.

The kilometer-wide palm moved with extreme speed, charging directly for Su Han. Simultaneously, the space beneath Saint Huli’s feet rippled violently. He took a single step and appeared a kilometer away in the next instant. He was using the Art of Teleportation to close in on Su Han, intending to slay him without giving him any chance to struggle.

”Su Han!”

Blood trickled from the corner of Lei Ming’s mouth, and his injuries were severe. But seeing Saint Huli move to kill Su Han, his heart tightened with anxiety. He was only at the Third Layer of the Supreme Realm and was vastly inferior to Ye Chuanfeng, let alone able to contend with Saint Huli. A single finger from the Saint could easily crush him. He wanted to save Su Han but was powerless to do so.

”Collect!”

Su Han reached out and pulled Ye Chuanfeng’s corpse into the Bronze Ring. The Meteor King Body is one of the Special Physiques. I can’t let it go to waste.

Having done this, he turned to face the rapidly approaching Saint Huli.

In terms of strength, I’m not even a match for Ye Chuanfeng. Without the Eight Gates of Life and Death Formation and the eight Holy Artifacts, I probably couldn’t have killed him. Now the formation is broken, and seven of the Holy Artifacts are scattered about, so I can’t set it up again. I only have the Black Blade. With my current strength—even with the boost from the Ghostly Face Mask, the Great Accomplished Holy Body, and my Demonized State—I am definitely no match for Saint Huli. I can’t even withstand that kilometer-wide giant palm. Moreover, I can feel the power of time flowing around me, affecting the surrounding space-time. I can’t use Shape-Shifting Shadow or the Character Technique of Motion to escape.

”Just die obediently!”

Saint Huli’s eyes flashed with a cold light, his killing intent chilling to the bone. He had already locked onto Su Han and would give him no chance to escape. At the same time, his Divine Sense extended outward, scanning the surroundings to check if anyone would unexpectedly intervene. This strike will definitely kill Su Han. Once this task is complete, I can finally leave this godforsaken shithole.

However, confronted with Saint Huli’s powerful killing move, Su Han’s face did not show the slightest panic. Instead, he sighed.

Saint You Heng truly had foresight.

Su Han reached into the Bronze Ring and retrieved a piece of Abyssal Holy Jade. It was the Saint Treasure that Saint You Heng had given him before he left. Originally, Su Han had not intended to use it, but facing Saint Huli, he had no choice. With his own strength, he definitely could not withstand the attack.

”A Saint Treasure? Do you think a mere treasure can help you escape from my grasp?” Saint Huli scoffed, not taking the Abyssal Holy Jade seriously at all.

I’m a powerhouse at the Third Layer of the Saint Realm. If a Saint from a higher realm were here, I would be unable to resist, but a Saint Treasure only possesses the power of a single strike. I’m not afraid at all. I’m confident I could even withstand a Saint Treasure from a Ninth Layer Saint Realm expert. After that, without his Saint Treasure, Su Han is just meat on the chopping block.

Therefore, he was very confident. Gripping his Silver Dragon Holy Spear, he closed in on Su Han.

”Break!”

Su Han’s expression was unreadable. He crushed the Abyssal Holy Jade, instantly activating it.

HISS!

The Holy Jade shattered, and a deep, chilly light burst forth, rapidly intertwining and condensing in mid-air. Finally, to Su Han’s shock, it transformed into a Hell Nether Serpent!

That’s right, this is the power from the tattoo on Saint You Heng’s body—his most powerful technique, though using it consumes his Qi-Blood every time. I never expected Saint You Heng to value me so highly as to give me an Abyssal Holy Jade containing the power of the Hell Nether Serpent.

At this moment, the Hell Nether Serpent transformed into a shadowy beam of light and shot out, slicing through the sky and colliding with the kilometer-wide giant palm. The serpent was small, but its power was terrifying. The moment they made contact, the giant palm instantly collapsed and shattered, exploding with a deafening boom.

However, the Hell Nether Serpent did not dissipate. Its momentum undiminished, it shot straight for Saint Huli.

At that moment, Saint Huli felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. His pupils constricted, and he frantically channeled all his power into the Silver Dragon Holy Spear, attempting to block the attack.

But Saint You Heng’s Hell Nether Serpent was his trump card; its power was immense. It struck the Silver Dragon Holy Spear, sending it flying, and then slammed directly into Saint Huli, piercing straight through his silver-white battle armor.

With a single strike, Saint Huli was severely wounded and on the brink of death.