Supreme Sword Exalt

At the edge of the Western Desert, space rippled. Gu Han, Chongming, and the old monk’s remains emerged. Yun Jiansheng seemed to have done it intentionally, sending the old monk’s remains back to his homeland.

Gu Han clenched his fists tightly, immense sorrow welling up in his heart. “Senior!”

Chongming sighed softly. “Don’t be too sad. Over these thousand years, although he never said it, I know he’s been living in guilt. For him, this is perhaps a form of release. I could see how happy he was when you stepped up to become the next Sword Chief...”

“Master Rooster, this divine clan member isn’t the one from the God-Slaying Formation, is he?”

Not only Gu Han could tell that Pi Luo was far larger than the one in the God-Slaying Formation, but the giant also didn’t recognize Yun Jiansheng at all.

Chongming shook his head. “No. This one is stronger.”

Gu Han’s eyes turned bloodshot as he looked into the depths of the Western Desert. “If I find out who did this, I will definitely kill him.”

Recalling the old monk’s last words before his passing, he had already guessed that the root of this upheaval likely came from the God-Slaying Formation in the Western Desert. Just as he was about to ask more questions, a loud rumbling echoed from the distance, along with an extremely furious phoenix cry.

His expression drastically changed as he was all too familiar with that cry. “Senior Sister! Let’s go!”

Without hesitation, he immediately took Chongming and rushed toward the source of the commotion.

Before leaving, he once again gave a deep bow to the old monk’s remains. “Master, please wait a moment. Once this matter is settled, I will take you back to the Tianlong Temple.”

***

Having transformed into his divine servant form, Yun Tu stared at Feng Xi teasingly. “Little Sister, you’re being quite rash. Even setting Father aside, you’re merely a Saint realm cultivator. Are you seeking death? It seems like Father sheltered you a bit much. Never mind, I will teach you just how treacherous the cultivation world can be!”

A massive fist, wrapped in a layer of red divine power, descended upon Feng Xi. Effortlessly, it destroyed the heavenly phoenix projection, sending Feng Xi flying far away. She was severely injured.

One was at the Saint realm, while the other at the peak of the Ascension realm. The gap between the two was immense. If it had been any other Saint realm cultivator, that single punch would have reduced them to a mist of blood long ago. Bracing his two arms against the ground, Yun Tu leaped up and landed before her once again, smashing down with another heavy punch.

Feng Xi simply stared at Yun Tu with boundless fury and hatred. Two balls of divine fire, each the size of a baby’s fist, leaping from her phoenix eyes as if her fury had taken physical form. Though they seemed no different from her other crimson flames, they faintly carried a trace of destructive intent.

That divine fire then landed on Yun Tu’s fist. Despite its small size, the destructive intent within was extremely formidable. Even as Yun Tu fully drove his cultivation to suppress it, that fist was still burned to a pile of ash. As he cried out in pain, his other arm swooped in, whistling like the wind. Feng Xi was sent flying once again.

Yun Tu used his remaining arm to brace the ground, closing in rapidly as his tone grew cold. “Little Sister, you used the divine flame when your Primordial Phoenix True Spirit hasn’t even fully awakened?! Are you that eager to die?! Never mind! Since you want to be reunited with Father so badly, I will grant your wish!”

As he leaped high into the air, the third eye on his brow opened, aiming at Feng Xi. “Die—”

Suddenly, two furious shouts erupted simultaneously.

“Kill!”

“Great Might God-Slayer Sword!”

In that instant, a red sword aura over a hundred zhang long, surrounded by hundreds of five-colored sword qi, descended upon Yun Tu’s head.

“Oh?”

Yun Tu raised an eyebrow, sweeping a massive hand across to grasp the red sword aura. His other hand protected his head, blocking all those five-colored sword qi. The sword aura and sword qi exploded, shaking Yun Tu back several steps.

At that moment, Gu Han landed beside Feng Xi. “Senior Sister!”

Feng Xi swaying unsteadily, her face already pale to the extreme. Though she was no ordinary Saint realm cultivator, Yun Tu was also no ordinary peak Ascension realm cultivator. Two strikes had already cost her most of her combat strength. Still, whether it was the reason behind Gu Han’s sudden appearance or her own injuries, Feng Xi didn’t care at all.

She simply stared fixedly at Yun Tu, a terrifying hatred burned in her eyes, almost palpable in its intensity. “Junior Brother, help me kill him. Avenge Father!”

Gu Han’s heart sank heavily. What?! The Flame Emperor also died?

In the distance, Yun Tu glanced at the wounds on his arm, then said thoughtfully, “Senior Sister? Sword cultivator? You wouldn’t be that Gu Han, would you? I’ve heard Yun Ao mention you long ago. There aren’t many people who can make him stumble, and you’re one of them. After meeting you today, I guess you do have some skill!”

Yun Tu bore some resemblance to the Flame Emperor, so Gu Han guessed his identity, “You are Yun Tu?”

“Yes!”

“Was it you who killed the Flame Emperor?”

“Correct!”

“And the ghost from the God-Slaying Formation, was that your doing as well?”

Yun Tu chuckled as a look of longing flashing through his eyes. “To spread the glory of the gods across the world is a great honor to me! Fortunately, after years of scheming, I’ve reaped some small rewards! My god—”

Gu Han slowly raised his head, gripping his sword tightly as his eyes burned red. “Your god is bullshit!”

The smile on Yun Tu’s face faded, and his eyes narrowed. “What? Say that again.”

Gu Han’s cultivation surged to its peak. “I said you deserve to die!”

He vanished. A series of explosive sounds rang out, and he had appeared before Yun Tu. His sword spat out a red sword aura which extended to a hundred zhang. Not only did Yun Tu murder his brother and father, but the old monk and Yun Jiansheng also failed to escape his grasp.

Gu Han’s hatred and killing intent toward Yun Tu rivaled that toward Ling Ya. The more intense the killing intent, the stronger the Kill Sword. Thus, the red sword aura became far more formidable than before, its crimson glow overpowering everything around it.

The moment Gu Han moved, Chongming also moved. Disregarding his own injuries entirely, he charged straight at Yun Tu. Feng Xi also followed suit. Their hatred for Yun Tu was no less than Gu Han’s.

Three voices rang out simultaneously.

“Kill!”

“Heaven-Burning Great Might!”

“Go to hell!”

The red sword aura surged forth, carrying unmatched killing intent. The five-colored divine flame, overbearing and peerless, swept through the surroundings. A hundred-zhang heavenly phoenix, carrying a blazing intent that scorched the heavens, descended. Almost at the same time, three overwhelmingly domineering attacks descended upon Yun Tu.

Live or die? No one considered that. They all had only one thought in their minds: Kill Yun Tu.