Supreme Sword Exalt

Gu Han’s eyes lit up. “Hmm? You have a way?”

Fatty thought for a moment. “It’s actually not difficult. Your Blood Spirit Art consumes your vital essence and potential. If you can find a precious herb, you can easily replenish it.”

Gu Han began pondering about it. “How much does it cost?”

The fatty replied casually, “Not too expensive, anywhere from a few hundred million, to tens of billions of essence crystals.”

Silence fell as poverty put a swift end to Gu Han’s imagination.

“I know, it’s dirt cheap, right?! Such a measly amount of money, it doesn’t even matter! I told you before, mundane things like essence crystals are worthless to me. You just wait until I...” Fatty grinned proudly, before trailing off as if realizing something. “Ah, the prerequisite is that I stay alive.”

Gu Han sensed something was wrong. “Fatty, what exactly are you hiding from me?”

Fatty sighed. “I can’t say. This is my biggest secret. Just like how you injured that demoness earlier, the fewer people who know about some things, the safer you are.”

Gu Han raised an eyebrow. “Honestly, when you’re serious, you almost seem like a decent person.”

The fatty shot him a glare. “Nonsense! I’ve always been a decent person! Unlike you. You’re worse than a beast.”

Just as Gu Han was about to retort, a faint, indistinct roar came from very far. “GRRR!”

Gu Han was a bit thrilled. “Fatty, did you hear that?”

Fatty stood up immediately. “I heard it! It’s a demonic beast! Hahaha... We can get out!”

A roar that should have inspired terror instead rang like heavenly music in their ears. Finally, they could get out of this damned place!

Fatty was suddenly filled with heroism, golden light shining brightly around him. “Let’s go!”

Grabbing Gu Han, he sprinted toward the direction of the sound. He was peerlessly fast. With the fatty pushing himself to the limit, the two finally arrived after some time.

And yet, instead of being happy, Fatty had a look of uncertainty on his face. “What do we do? Those demonic beasts are probably Tier 5 or above. In our current state, going out means certain death.”

Gu Han wasn’t as panicked. “Wait. Use this time to heal your injuries properly. Once the riot passes and these beasts scatter, it won’t be too late for us to leave.”

Unlike him, Fatty’s injuries were also severe, but they hadn’t damaged his foundation. Given enough time, recovering to his peak condition wasn’t a problem.

Fatty looked around. “Alright, then let’s find a place—hmm?”

Suddenly, his face suddenly changed. The sound of dry branches breaking abruptly sounded behind them. The two exchanged a glance, their expressions grave.

Footsteps! It’s a person! Could that demoness have caught up?

“Run!” Fatty didn’t dare look back. He instantly grabbed Gu Han, golden light flaring around him as he shot forward.

A cold sneer rang out, followed by a huge, powerful palm force that descended toward the two. Before the two could even react, they were already sent flying. They crashed on the ground, coughing blood. Looking at the figure walking slowly towards them, their hearts sank completely. It was Tian Heng!

“You’ve kept me waiting for so long!” Tian Heng’s killing intent surged. He glanced at the golden insect on his finger and grinned fiercely. “But in the end, you couldn’t escape my grasp!”

Fatty’s pupils contracted, recognizing it instantly. “The Golden Blood Insect?”

Tian Heng showed slight surprise. “I didn’t expect such a fatty would be somewhat knowledgeable.”

It was a rare and extremely precious insect. Despite its short lifespan and utter lack of combat power, it was extremely sensitive to qi, making it ideal for tracking and locking onto targets.

Wasn’t in a hurry to attack, Tian Heng instead asked, “You came from inside there?”

Gu Han struggled to his feet. “Cough... Why? You want to go in and take a look too?”

Tian Heng was unfazed. “I was chasing you earlier, but your qi suddenly disappeared halfway. I assume it’s related to that place. Tell me, what exactly is inside?”

Fatty stared at him cautiously. “If we talk, can we trade for our lives?”

“If you talk, I’ll make your deaths swift!”

Fatty immediately cursed. “You want to fucking know? Fine! Kneel down, call me ’Daddy’ three times. If I’m in a good mood, I might just—”

Before he finished speaking, he was sent flying by a palm strike from Tian Heng. He landed on the ground, motionless.

Gu Han sighed. “Fucking Fatty, stop pretending to be dead! That trick won’t work on him!”

Fatty struggled to get up. “Cough... Then what do we do? How about you give him back the Fallen Nether Fruit?”

Gu Han didn’t answer. He understood better than anyone how much Tian Heng wanted him dead. Trembling, Gu Han raised his sword. Though his cultivation was nearly spent, that thread of pure killing intent remained fixed on Tian Heng.

Tian Heng felt somewhat uncomfortable. “I see. So Yu Hua and the others really fell before you. Good, you have one more reason to die.”

Gu Han suddenly said, “Don’t you want to know how I got the Blood Spirit Art? Actually, it’s not just the Blood Spirit Art, I have plenty of Heaven-tier techniques and divine powers!”

Tian Heng would be lying if he said he wasn’t the slightest bit tempted. Yet in the next moment, he began approaching Gu Han again. “Better you die than the techniques. The more I learn about you, the more I am awed by your potential. Leaving someone like you alive is always a hidden danger.”

Tian Heng’s qi erupted completely, sending Fatty and Gu Han flying once again.

Gu Han had no blood left to vomit and could barely feel pain, yet he still gritted his teeth and pushed himself upright with his sword.

Fatty’s eyes were lifeless. “Don’t struggle for nothing. We’re really done for this time.”

Gu Han trembled as he walked toward Tian Heng. “Even if we die, we have to leave him a souvenir.”

Fatty muttered to himself, “Ah If only that demoness were here. How great would that be?”

Now, he actually started missing Liu Ying. As if in response to his plea, a voice full of violence and killing intent sounded from afar, “Kill!”

Tian Heng’s heart tightened. Damn it! I absolutely cannot meet him!

He had long known that the voice belonged to the culprit behind the demonic beast riot. Naturally, he also knew that even if the three elders had joined forces, they could gain no advantage against this person.

If he met this person, the consequences would be unpredictable. Tian Heng stopped hesitating, a cold light flashing in his eyes. Gathering all his energy, he prepared to strike Gu Han and Fatty down. However, it was too late.

A figure with thick murderous qi suddenly appeared in the area. Demonic flames soared to the sky, completely obscuring his form. His violent, tyrannical intent instantly filled everyone’s field of vision.

It’s over! Fatty felt like crying but had no tears. I wished for the demoness, not the demon king!

Tian Heng broke out in a cold sweat. “Sir, I—”

The figure surged, his demonic flames intensifying threefold as he swung his palm at Tian Heng. “Kill!”

Driven by instinct, the figure’s mind spiraled into chaos. Tian Heng, possessing the highest cultivation nearby, naturally became the first target.

Tian Heng was both shocked and furious. “You!”

He could no longer care about anything else. His figure flashed, instantly clashing against that person. A deafening crash erupted, and as the two collided at full force, even the slightest ripple of their residual power sent Gu Han and Fatty flying.

Ultimately, Tian Heng turned out to be the losing hand. He was sent flying backward.

“Kill!”

The more he fought, the crazier the figure became. It clearly had no intention of letting Tian Heng go.

The figure grew crazier the more he fought, showing no intention of letting Tian Heng go. With an unconscious roar, he gathered endless demonic qi once again, and charged at Tian Heng. Even the ground shook violently at the earth-shattering roar.

When the dust cleared, Tian Heng lay sprawled at the bottom of a pit several zhang deep. He vomited a copious amount of blood, unable to move at all. He is too strong...

Now, Tian Heng’s face was full of terror. Even an expert like Murong Chuan probably wouldn’t have the slightest ability to fight back against such an opponent.

“Kill...”

Seeing how powerless Tian Heng had become, the figure lost interest. Naturally, Gu Han and Fatty became the next targets. Demonic qi surged around the figure as he fixed his gaze on the two.

The figure stepped toward the two. “Kill...”

At that moment, the demonic qi churned, revealing a glimpse of his true appearance. Hair streaked with white, unkempt beard, face full of wrinkles, and eyes that had almost turned pure black.

Fatty was completely in despair. “It’s over! This time, we’re really going to die!”

Beside him, Gu Han remained motionless like a statue. He had seen that appearance before. Suddenly, he trembled violently.

For one last time before he died, Fatty made sure to mock Gu Han a few more times, “Why so scared, Brother Gu? Where’s your balls?”

Gu Han ignored him entirely. His legs gave way, and he instantly knelt on the ground.

Fatty was dumbfounded and muttered, “W-why are you kneeling down? Will kneeling and begging for mercy work? Maybe I should try kneeling too.”

As Fatty was struggling to get up, Gu Han collapsed into tears, his voice choked as he cried, “Father!”