Fate-Defying Demon Emperor

The Soul Severing Sword rested quietly in the blood fountain, as if waiting for its true master. Su Han did not make any rash moves. Instead, he observed it carefully with the Nine Heavens Eye and attempted to influence it with Demonic Qi. However, the sword showed no reaction.

Eventually, Su Han reached out with his left hand and grasped the hilt.

The hilt was not cold but scorchingly hot, like a red-hot iron brand capable of burning flesh to a pulp. Nonetheless, Su Han, with his Sacred Body of Great Accomplishment and his Great Luo Golden Body of minor accomplishment, could naturally withstand it.

BOOM!

The moment Su Han’s hand closed around the hilt, an endless tide of killing intent surged over him like a landslide or a tsunami, causing his vision to blur.

”Kill them all!”

”With a general leading our mighty army, taking what we want will be as easy as reaching into a pouch!”

”Carve out a path to the heavens!”

A cacophony of human shouts, horse neighs, clashing steel, screams of agony, and cries of despair flooded his ears, giving him a splitting headache, as if his skull would shatter. A rich, nauseating stench of blood assaulted his nostrils. Thick smoke and a crimson haze filled the air, tinting the very sky a dreadful red. Surrounding him were countless soldiers, demonic horses, long spears, and a rain of arrows.

This was a battlefield, vast and immense, with over a million soldiers. This is the Yuelan Ancient Battlefield! Su Han quickly regained his composure, guessing the origin of his situation. Two armies were locked in a fierce battle. One side was the army of the Yuelan Kingdom, and the other was the Sword Cultivator army from the Heavenly Sword Dynasty. Both sides had committed over 1,500,000 troops, making it a war of such a scale that it was destined to be recorded in the annals of history.

At that moment, Su Han realized he had become an ordinary soldier in the Yuelan army, holding a heavily notched sword and clad in tattered leather armor that provided no protection whatsoever.

A Sword Cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Dynasty spotted Su Han and charged at him, his face a mask of ferocious, bloodthirsty intent. ”Kill them all!” he roared.

Su Han gripped his battered sword and swung, but found himself completely powerless to block the attack.

SPURT!

The battered sword shattered. Su Han’s head flew into the air, and from above, he saw his own headless body spurting blood from the neck. He was dead, slain by an enemy soldier.

But soon, he found himself alive again, now a soldier in the Heavenly Sword Dynasty. A young, blood-soaked Yuelan commander lunged at him, thrusting a stained long spear. ”Invaders of my homeland must be slain! Die!”

Su Han, now holding a longsword, tried desperately to defend himself but could not escape his fate. He looked down to see a spearpoint pierce his throat, and his life was extinguished. He died again, only to be revived once more as another soldier. The outcome, however, remained unchanged—he was cut down and died again. Within a single minute, Su Han had died ten times and been resurrected eleven times in a seemingly endless cycle.

Slaughter!

Su Han remained calm and unhurried. He cleared his mind, observing intently and delving deep into the experience. Slaughter was not just about killing others; it was also about being killed. This was another layer of its meaning, one that most could never grasp, as for them, death was final. By being continuously killed and revived, Su Han had become an undying being. This state allowed him to comprehend that other facet of slaughter through the experience of being killed. He had first gained insight into Slaughter Sword Intent on Mount Hua, but through this continuous cycle of death, his understanding of its essence deepened profoundly. Gradually, he reached an enlightenment about the connection between killing and being killed, the alternation between life and death.

HUM!

An invisible Sword Intent burst forth from his body. He had come to a new realization, and his Slaughter Sword Intent advanced to the minor accomplishment stage.

The young spear-wielding commander charged at him again, roaring, ”Kill!”

This time, Su Han was a Sword Cultivator of the Heavenly Sword Dynasty. He had already died at this man’s hands several times, but now, he was not prepared to die again.

With slaughter as my sword, I shall annihilate my enemies!

Su Han’s eyes shone like lamps as he imbued the longsword in his hands with powerful Slaughter Sword Intent.

SLASH!

He unleashed a direct strike. The blade, wreathed in the black aura of Slaughter Sword Intent, sheared through the spear. Its momentum unchecked, it swept across the young commander’s neck, beheading him in a single, fluid motion. The commander’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Su Han, his expression a mixture of shock and confusion.

THUD!

He had no chance to find an answer. He collapsed, a lifeless corpse.

Yet, the commander’s death did not pull Su Han from the battlefield. He still faced an endless sea of enemies, but his heart was now utterly fearless as he fought on. Having experienced being killed, he understood even better how to slay his enemies, making his blade sharper and his attacks more ferocious.

The Slaughter Sword Intent of minor accomplishment permeated his entire being, making him seem as though he were under Asura Possession, a reborn God of Slaughter.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Annihilate every enemy in the world!

Immersed in the frenzy, Su Han continued his slaughter, honing his Slaughter Sword Intent and making it ever more formidable. At this moment, he had forgotten the Soul Severing Sword and the Yuelan Ancient Battlefield. His entire being was devoted to the act of killing. He had experienced the sensation of being killed hundreds of times, and now his own killing blows were decisive and efficient—each one fatal, with no superfluous movements. The enemies before him could not withstand a single strike from his sword. As an incarnation of a Heavenly Sword Dynasty Sword Cultivator, his adversaries were the vast armies of the Yuelan Kingdom. He had previously battled a million of their ghostly soldiers and understood their forces intimately, which made slaughtering them again feel even more natural.

Whether ordinary infantry, black-armored cavalry, or crossbowmen, none could survive a single strike from Su Han’s sword. If one were to view the battlefield from above at that moment, they would see Su Han, a lone figure with a single sword, astonishingly carving a path straight through the entire Yuelan army.

Finally, Su Han came face to face with an imposing, middle-aged man wearing a crown and royal robes. Without a doubt, Su Han knew his identity: the King of Yuelan.

If I could kill you once, I can kill you a second time!

Looking at the familiar king, Su Han felt no fear. He grasped his longsword as Slaughter Sword Intent erupted from within him, flowing through the blade as he unleashed the ultimate killing strike.

SPURT!

Where the longsword pointed, none could stand. The slash seemed to tear the world apart as it beheaded the King of Yuelan for all his army to see.

WHOOSH!

With the king’s death, the entire scene receded like a tide. Everything vanished, and Su Han found himself back in reality.

He was still standing before the blood fountain, his left hand grasping the hilt, but he could now feel a sense of acknowledgment from the Soul Severing Sword. He had subdued it.