Once packed to the brim in the capital, the Treasure Pavilion was now deserted that tumbleweeds were rolling by. Its business had plumted and was doing far worse than before.
The reason was simple: news of Tian Heng trying to swindle Gu Han—only to lose five million essence crystals instead—had already spread through the capital. With Murong Chuan fanning the flas from the shadows, both Tian Heng and the Treasure Pavilion had long beco the city’s laughingstock.
Inside the main hall, Steward Ma looked at the only few custors and sighed. “Pavilion Master, you must think of a solution.”
Of course, Tian Heng had no solution. His only hope, Du Teng, had also been tricked by Gu Han. Even now, Du Teng was still hiding in the eldest prince’s residence, not daring to show his face.
Thus, he stood on the fifth floor. His eyes were half-closed, his hands clasped behind his back, as though he were waiting for sothing. He remained there for most of the day before suddenly opening his eyes, a flash of killing intent surging within them.
“The ti... is just about right.”
Then, he instantly vanished.
***
Within the Wild Forest, a dried-up, skinny, and tottering old man advanced steadily. He seed so frail that a gust of wind could blow him over. In his hand was a broom stripped bare of its bristles.
Bizarrely, all the demonic beasts encountered along the way acted as if they had encountered so fearso creature, not daring to approach him in the slightest.
Suddenly, he seed to sense sothing and grinned. “Hmm? That’s quite interesting.”
Then, he took another step forward, clearly heading toward the martial academy’s trial grounds.
***
On the trial grounds.
Sensing the change in Gu Han, Yu Hua felt shocked and horrified. What is this?!
Gu Han seed like a completely different person. Wisps of blood mist veiled his eyes, and the visible parts were utterly devoid of emotion, cold to the point of terror.
Just one look made Yu Hua feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, to the extent that his movents slowed down considerably.
Although the ambient temperature hadn’t dropped, Jiang Hong actually shivered slightly, his heart filled with even greater fear. He had a vague feeling that Gu Han was even more terrifying than before.
Jiang Hong simply couldn’t endure this tornt. “Instructor Yu, don’t just stand there! Quick, kill him!”
Yu Hua ca to his senses right away. Gu Han had also stopped his offense, standing there dazed and motionless. How could Yu Hua miss such a good opportunity? He turned his palms and struck Gu Han’s chest with all his might.
Gu Han couldn’t withstand it, the aura around him rapidly withering.
In the distance, Fatty, who was desperately entangled with Jiang Yi and Chen Fang, panicked. “Fuck fuck fuck! Don’t do this! You bastard, move!”
Upon seeing Gu Han unresponsive, Yu Hua was overjoyed. He launched a barrage of onslaught on Gu Han. It was as if Gu Han didn’t know how to fight back.
The fatty vomited large mouthfuls of blood, his golden light gradually dimming. He was nearing his limits.
Fatty was full of despair. “It’s over, it’s over, it’s over. You bastard, you’ve really cornered to death! Human tribulation... fuck your mother’s human tribulation! Old man Tian Ji, you old fart! Tricking into undergoing so damn human tribulation! I—pft!”
Before he could finish, Jiang Yi and Chen Fang resud their attacks.
Fatty completely flew into a rage. “Bastards!!! You really think I’m a pushover!”
His golden light flared up again. Fatty suddenly sprang backwards, wrapping his arms around the person behind him.
Chen Fang was caught off guard and got embraced tightly by him. “Let go!”
The fatty’s eyes were bloodshot. “Damn it! Even if I die, I’ll take you down first!”
As his golden light flared by another third, Fatty squeezed Chen Fang so hard the man could barely breathe.
Jiang Yi, both shocked and furious, rained blow after blow upon the fatty’s back.
The fatty gritted his teeth. “Fuck! I can’t hold on anymore...”
In the distance, Yu Hua was ecstatic. He mobilized all his remaining cultivation, ready to deliver the finishing blow. “Don’t let him get away! This little bitch is about to be finished!”
Right at that mont, Gu Han moved. His voice ca out hoarse, yet carried a hint of enlightennt. “Kill... Sword? So that’s what it is...”
Yu Hua grinned fiercely, sending his palms toward Gu Han. “Awake, are you? Even if you are, you’re done for.”
Gu Han suddenly raised his head. “No, you’re already dead.”
Boom!
Just one look from Gu Han struck Yu Hua like a lightning bolt. That feeling of falling into an ice cellar reappeared, and his movents beca stiff again.
A cold voice sounded. “Kill.”
A red gleam flashed across Yu Hua’s vision, and the whole world spun. The gloomy Wild Forest, the panicked Jiang Hong, the furious Jiang Yi—the scenes flashed before his eyes one by one. The last thing he saw was Gu Han’s feet. Imdiately after, his vision went black, and his consciousness sank into complete darkness.
After decapitating Yu Hua, Gu Han was also at the end of his rope, vomiting another mouthful of blood. However, he seed unaware. It was as if he was still imrsed in so kind of realization.
Earlier, his killing intent had surged wildly, inadvertently triggering a change in the Great Evolution Sword Scripture. By a stroke of luck, he had unlocked another divine ability. Or rather, it was more like the original owner’s sword dao understanding had reached its peak, giving rise to a particular way of using the sword. Therefore, calling it a sword skill sounded more appropriate.
In his mind, the description of the Kill Sword surfaced again.
The Kill Sword is the path of fierce attack and conquest. With killing intent as the guide, cultivation as the support, and the heart to command it, it can break all techniques, slay all spirits, and annihilate all daos.
Once the sword is unleashed, its killing power is peerless. However, this sword’s power is too great. Those who practice it with an unsteady will are going to fall into the path of killing, becoming slaves to the sword. May those who co after take heed. Be cautious.
As the na implied, the Kill Sword had only one strike, and that was enough. No one could withstand such a supre sword skill, which renounced everything, seeking nothing but killing intent. Yu Hua was a perfect example.
The fatty’s furious and frantic voice ca through. “Bastard, if you’re awake, then help already! H-hurry up already! I can’t hold on anymore, you won’t be satisfied until you get killed, will you!”
Gu Han jolted awake. As soon as he tried to move, he staggered, nearly falling to the ground. Having forcibly endured so many heavy blows from Yu Hua, he was already in tatters. More terrifyingly, the effects of the Blood Spirit Art were continuously weakening, and the remaining ti was running out.
Gritting his teeth, he tremblingly raised his sword again, his aura firmly locking onto Chen Fang. “Hang on!”
Although his strength had diminished considerably, his killing intent had not lessened in the slightest.
Sensing a deadly crisis out of nowhere, Chen Fang tensed up. He instinctively wanted to erupt. However, locked by the killing intent, his struggle was even weaker than before.
He was full of terror. “Jiang Yi, quick! Help ! If I die, you can’t handle both of them.”
Jiang Yi understood these principles. He also fought recklessly, completely disregarding his own injuries, attacking Fatty relentlessly. “Die!”
The fatty’s eyes rolled back. “It’s... over... I can’t... hold on anymore...”
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