Supreme Sword Exalt

Gu Han instantly turned into an afterimage. “Fatty, hold on! If you don’t die this time, I’ll still take you treasure hunting! I’ll let you have a taste!”

A trace of light returned to Fatty’s eyes. “Treasure... hunting? Y-you said it! Don’t you dare lie to me, I will kill you!”

Then, with a loud cry, Fatty headbutted Chen Fang. There was a loud bang, and Fatty’s eyes rolled back. He was completely spent.

Chen Fang only felt stars spinning before his eyes, his gaze full of bewilderment. Before he could react, a sword light suddenly flashed.

“I—”

That was the final thing he uttered in this world. Before he could finish, he fell to the ground, making no more sound. The cun-long sword mark between his eyebrows was as bright red as blood.

Upon seeing Chen Fang die, Jiang Yi was both shocked and afraid. “Damn it! I’m going to kill you!”

A full-power palm strike instantly printed onto Gu Han, who was on the verge of collapse. Unsurprisingly, he was sent flying.

Am I going to die?

This thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Half a quarter had passed, and the effects of the Blood Spirit Art had almost completely disappeared. As a result, he suffered a powerful backlash.

Gu Han’s face was ashen, his muscles slack, and his hair was graying. He was in the prime of youth, but his features had withered into those of an old man at dusk.

Actually, it wasn’t strange. The Demon Monarch’s so-called demon soldiers were just cannon fodder. Bestowing them with one divine power was already immense grace. Who would care about their life or death?

Jiang Yi was overjoyed. “I won...? I won! Hahaha... In the end, your blood is on my hands!”

With a menacing smile, he walked step by step toward Gu Han.

Gu Han’s eyes were dazed, mumbling to himself, “I can’t die... I can’t die... Ah Sha’s illness isn’t cured yet, how can I die... I.. absolutely cannot die!”

In spite of his withering body, Gu Han stood up again with extreme difficulty.

Jiang Yi sneered incessantly. “Well, too damn bad! This is where you die!”

He was about to deliver a fatal blow to Gu Han when suddenly, his footsteps abruptly stopped. Jiang Yi looked down, furious. “You?!”

Fatty, who should have been lifeless, had somehow crawled over. His golden light was dim, but he stubbornly held onto Jiang Yi’s legs, unwilling to let go in the slightest.

Fatty ferociously shouted with all his strength, “This is our last chance! If we don’t kill him, we’ll both die!”

Jiang Yi laughed in anger. “Damn Fatty! I’ll kill you first, then him!”

He kicked Fatty with all his strength, sending him flying. Mid-air, Fatty’s golden light completely dissipated. He hit the ground with a thud and remained still.

Gu Han, seemingly unaware of the situation, wobbled toward Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi sneered and instantly appeared in front of Gu Han. “Asking for death?”

Gu Han teetered, his aura all but gone, posing no threat at all.

Jiang Yi felt immense relief. Finally... It’s about to end! I’m the final victor! As long as I kill him, those rewards will also be mine!

The thought improved his mood greatly. He leaned slightly closer to Gu Han, and slowly raised his right palm. “Young man, remember to not be so arrogant in your next life.”

Suddenly, Gu Han laughed. “You are too close.”

Jiang Yi froze, not quite understanding the situation. “What?”

The distance between him and Gu Han was indeed extremely close, only about a chi away.

Gu Han said softly, “Soul... Snatching.”

Instantly, his eyes became pitch black. A faint dark light shot out, landing in Jiang Yi’s eyes.

Jiang Yi stood there motionless like a puppet, as if struck by lightning.

Jiang Hong watched, his eyes cracking with fury. He shouted with difficulty, “Instructor Jiang, kill him quickly! Cough... Why...?!”

Gu Han wordlessly glanced at Jiang Hong. Although he was injured and his cultivation almost depleted, his soul power was still so powerful that even Jiang Yi couldn’t resist the technique.

Gu Han shook his head, raising his sword with difficulty. “Like I said, you were too close.”

His sword flashed with a dark light, instantly landing on Jiang Yi’s forehead. Under the life-and-death crisis, instinct drove Jiang Yi to come to his senses.

However, it was too late. Apart from soul power, Gu Han also had a chest full of killing intent. Without cultivation to propel it, the Kill Sword’s power was greatly reduced, but it became more pure and overbearing.

Jiang Yi’s head fell to the ground, a trace of regret lingering in his eyes.

Then, Gu Han crumpled on the spot, seemingly unable to hold on any longer. If not for the sword supporting him, he would have collapsed.

He gasped heavily. “Fatty, stop playing dead! Get... get up!”

However, Fatty lay there stiffly, not moving a bit.

Gu Han was furious. “Get up! They’re all dead!”

Upon hearing this, Fatty sat up, grimacing. “Dead? That’s good... Huh? How could you tell? I didn’t give anything away...”

Gu Han sneered incessantly. “I don’t have to see to know. With your life-fearing, death-avoiding nature, would you be willing to fight to death?”

Fatty had no self-awareness. “Willing or not, didn’t I still fight? Anyway, it’s finally over! All’s well that ends well.”

After resting a moment, Gu Han seemed to recover some strength, standing up again unsteadily. “No. There’s still one left.”

In the distance, Jiang Hong’s face was ashen.

Fatty gritted his teeth in hatred. “Right. This Redhead is no good, we absolutely can’t let him off.”

Upon seeing Gu Han walking over step by step, Jiang Hong was greatly alarmed. “You... You want... to kill me?

Gu Han was expressionless. “You guessed correctly.”

Jiang Hong’s face turned pale. “Y-you... can’t kill me!”

“I sure can.”

“If you kill me, my father the king, my uncle, and my master won’t let you off!”

Now, Gu Han was right beside him. “Are you done? If you are, then you can be on your way.”

It finally occurred to Jiang Hong how terrifying death was. He couldn’t hold back. “Please don’t kill me! I’ll do anything, please!”

Fatty seemed disdainful. “You’re afraid of death? What a disgrace!”

Yet, not a trace of emotions appeared in Gu Han’s face. “Fine. Say it in your next life, if there is even one!”

Before the words faded, the sword went for Jiang Hong’s head.