Supreme Sword Exalt

Gu Han staggered at the three men’s assault. He gritted his teeth and activated the Blood Spirit Art. Since it was a low-ranking divine power, its enhancement was far less obvious than before. Nevertheless, it could keep his cultivation temporarily at its peak, preventing him from growing weaker like the three men.

“Kill!”

In an instant, the faintly red-tinged, invisible layer of sword qi pressed down another cun.

Ignoring his own destruction, he determinedly raised his sword and charged at the three.

The three men had long gone feral, losing most of their sanity. Their punches pressed down with tremendous weight, threatening to reduce him into a pulp.

Four figures collided in a flash. Trailing a wisp of sword light, the blade pierced through one man’s chest. The invisible sword qi churned relentlessly inside him. The barbarian spat out blood, appearing as if he wanted to devour someone.

At that moment, a punch as heavy as a mountain descended. The layered sword qi barrier shattered as if crushed by a great mountain.

A series of fine bone-cracking sounds came from Gu Han. His bones, internal organs, flesh, and blood compressed into a pulp. Yu Miao’s treasure robe had saved him once again. Even though the barbarian had struck with full force, he still failed to kill Gu Han.

Another barbarian’s punch descended, aimed straight at Gu Han’s head. “Die!”

If this punch landed, even if Gu Han chugged the Transcendent Substance like water, he would have no hope of surviving.

Before the fist arrived, Gu Han’s cheeks already ached from the qi, but he seemed not to notice. He kept transforming his cultivation into streams of fine sword qi, channeling them into the attacking barbarian.

The barbarian stiffened abruptly, a flicker of struggle crossing his eyes. At the critical moment, his fist shifted direction by a cun. The punch barely brushed past Gu Han’s hair, then slammed into the head of the barbarian whom Gu Han had wounded.

The change happened too fast. The wounded barbarian had no time to react before his head was blown to pieces. Blood sprayed down, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

The other barbarian cried out in shock, “Mu Tuo, what are you doing?!”

Mu Tuo’s eyes flickered with struggle again, and he looked down with difficulty. “No... It’s not me...”

On the ground, Zhao Mengyou staggered, constantly drawing closer. She was deathly pale, as if enduring tremendous pain. The two faint beams in her eyes had almost condensed into solid form.

She glanced at Gu Han and smiled, murmuring, “Good Little Brother... Sister... came to save you...”

Seemingly unable to maintain the secret art any longer, her appearance slowly began to change.

The barbarian seemed to understand something as murderous intent flooded his face. “It’s you! Bitch, I’ll kill you!”

Zhao Mengyou ignored him, shifting her gaze to Mu Tuo. “Go... Kill... him...”

Her voice seemed to carry some kind of magic. The struggle in Mu Tuo’s eyes vanished instantly, replaced by blankness. Ignoring the devouring force and his own injuries, his qi nearly shot to the heavens.

The next moment, he punched toward the barbarian.

The barbarian’s pupils contracted sharply. “Damn it!”

With no time to dodge, he could only grit his teeth and raise his fist to meet the attack.

At that moment, Gu Han’s voice rang, full of killing intent. “Kill!”

Channeling all his cultivation into a single sword strike, he compressed the sword qi, reducing himself to a bloody mess. A vast sword light flared on the sword. In the past, the barbarian would not have feared it in the slightest, but now it was different.

His arm fell with a cry. Mu Tuo’s strike followed soon after. Seemingly condensed from his very life, it pierced straight through the barbarian’s chest, leaving a blood hole a chi wide.

The barbarian’s eyes dimmed rapidly, unwillingness flashing within. “Fucking... bitch...”

Without stopping, Mu Tuo charged head first toward Gu Han’s sword.

When he was only half a cun away from the blade, struggle flickered in his eyes, and he regained consciousness in an instant. “No—”

Gu Han used the last of his strength to drive the sword heavily into his brow. Then, the two fell to the ground one after the other. That was the end of the three Saint realm barbarians who had fought the Great Flame Empire for many years.

The devouring force in the sky quickly dissipated, vanishing completely in just a few breaths. Although Gu Han did not die, his condition was dire. He lay there motionless, unable to lift a finger.

The demoness, who had reverted to Liu Ying’s appearance, staggered over. Although his realm had fallen, Mu Tuo had once been a Saint realm cultivator after all, and her forceful manipulation had damaged her very foundation.

Gu Han spat out several mouthfuls of blood. “I said... something felt wrong, so... it really was you...”

The demoness stopped beside him. “Little Brother, you... finally fell into my hands...”

Gu Han said nothing. Never mind the demoness, even any random low-level cultivator could kill him right now.

The demoness slowly bent down, fully displaying her exquisite figure before Gu Han. “Little Brother, tell me, how should I punish you—”

Just then, her eyes flashed with pain, and she collapsed on top of him. Even though he felt the warmth, his heart didn’t at all. He had fallen into her trap in the end.

The demoness did not bother getting up. She moved her head slightly, gently blowing into Gu Han’s ear, her tone filled with endless softness and seduction. “Tell me... Am I soft...?”

A strange restlessness arose in his heart. He wanted to say, “Not soft at all! If you’re going to kill me, just do it!” Yet his parched throat failed him.

The demoness chuckled softly. She gently removed Gu Han’s storage ring and took out the bottle of Transcendent Substance. Suddenly, she stopped as another flash of pain crossed her eyes.

Gu Han’s expression grew complex. He had seen how she trembled nonstop as she removed the storage ring and took out the substance, yet she still brought the jade bottle to his lips and fed him a drop.

Having done all this, the demoness also seemed to have reached her limit.

Before losing consciousness, she kept murmuring in his ear, “Little Brother... Why... won’t you give it to me...?”